Zerg Regent[Transmigration Book]

The next day, Tang Luosi woke up, his mind was clearer than ever, and when he was surprised, he tilted his head and saw Mu Ling who was sleeping with his head propped up beside the bed.

For some reason, he didn't make a sound, and watched quietly for a while, a certain corner of his chest felt soft and sweet for no reason.

"Are you awake?" Mu Ling didn't sleep, just closed his eyes and rested his mind. When he realized that he woke up, he planned to wait for him to call him, but he didn't want the other party to stare at him for a long time without saying a word, so he simply didn't sleep, and opened his mouth to ask. .

"Ah...you've been here all night?" His voice was hoarse just after waking up, Don Ross coughed, and Mu Ling handed him a glass of warm water: "Well, I recorded the song last night and passed it on to you. Looks like it's working well for you, don't drink that stuff again."

"Oh." Don Ross obediently drank the water.

"I hope you will allow me to check your medicine cabinet." Mu Ling said suddenly.

Don Ross choked, raised his head and said, "What's wrong?"

Mu Lingpi smiled bluntly: "I'm curious, I want to see it."

Don Ross couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm not a member of a suicide association, is it necessary?"

"If not, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid..." Don Ross said with a embarrassed expression, "I am a dignified leader..."

"What's the matter, as long as you don't mind, I'll start after get off work in the afternoon."

Mu Ling brushed off the hem of his clothes and stood up, obviously asking for advice, but expressing his undeniable feeling.

Don Ross sighed, nodded, and then raised two fingers: "This is the second time you have trained me."

Mu Ling touched his chin, hesitantly said: "No?"

"Yes." He remembered clearly: "The night of the audit, and last night."

Rebuking the superior, this is terrible, Mu Ling reflected for three seconds and sat back:

"What are you going to do?"

The Don Los thief laughed: "You are also doing it for my own good, I know..."

"You know I'm relieved." Mu Ling smiled and stood up again:

"Then I don't worry about you losing your mind with anger."

Don Ross was taken aback for a moment, and reached out to grab the corner of his clothes:

"Hey, I haven't finished yet."

"Then what else do you want to say, are you punishing me for your own good?" Mu Ling deliberately asked back with a smile in his eyes.

Don Ross has seen what it means to be eloquent and eloquent, and human beings are deceitful. Sincerely do not deceive him, he narrowed his eyes depressedly: "How dare I punish you."

He is their mainstay, saving the rising star of the pharmaceutical department in dire straits.

This is a bit childish, Mu Ling smiled, pushed him back on the bed and tucked in the quilt: "It's still early, you sleep a little longer, I'll go buy you something to eat."

Don Lose's eyes lit up, and he pretended to decline: "You don't need to bother, I'm not hungry yet."

"...What do you want to eat?" But the way you swallow your saliva is too obvious, otherwise he will decide to believe him.

"... Whatever you want, you decide."

After thinking about it, Don Ross delegated the decision to his roommate.

"Row."

When Mu Ling went down to the cafeteria, he found that there were people and insects paying attention to him all the way, pointing at him and whispering to him after he left.

What—something about him sharing a room with Don Los has come out?

Mu Ling kept his composure, stopped at the Chinese restaurant window, ordered two servings of raw porridge and two drawers of steamed buns to pack, and there were endless discussions around him. When he listened carefully, he found that what they were talking about was not what he thought at all. .

"Director Mu and Director Qi, tsk tsk, they are a bit younger..."

"It's not that sibling love is bad, but Director Qi's temper..."

"I heard that Director Mu went to rescue the beauty last night, oh my mother, I hit two with one punch, two punches until one hit..."

……

This is what Qi Fei said, if outsiders ask, they must say it is for her, but no one asks at all, they are already sure.

He was also arranged into a romance novel as the protagonist, and 72 versions were derived...

Kahn suddenly appeared by his side and asked for a drawer of buns. He stood upright and waited. He didn't look at him, but his eyes rolled around. Mu Ling sighed: "Ask."

Kahn received amnesty: "I really don't gossip!"

"Ah."

"But Director Qi and you, puff puff puff—how did you hook up?" That wretched little expression made it hard to look directly at, and Mu Ling stopped to start: "There is no hook up, we just met by chance, that's all."

"Ham, I'm really not gossiping, everyone is an adult, understand."

Mu Ling watched his nose and heart with his eyes, and that's all he said.

"It's Director Qi who doesn't like to say it. Oh, I thought she was a yaksha just like us females, but I didn't expect to be shy."

"It's fine if you mutter about me, a girl deserves her reputation, so don't arrange her casually."

Kahn had a Coke, but he protected it without making it public, and said he didn't?

"Director Qi's temper...you know it."

Mu Ling withdrew his eyes, and the aunt at the cafeteria window handed him the steamed stuffed bun and porridge, and smiled ambiguously by the way: "If you respect my craftsmanship, please invite me to cook when you and Director Qi are doing good things. cooked."

Mu Ling's hand carrying the pocket froze for a moment, raised his eyes, and said word by word: "It's not the same thing between me and her."

Auntie laughed happily and said:

"It's okay, whatever happens."

The young man has a thin skin, just like the big meat buns she made.

Mu Ling nodded with a stiff face, glanced at Kahn, and suddenly asked, "Where did you buy that?"

He asked about the snacks he was carrying in his hand. Asian females and male worms are sweet things. I didn't expect a serious man like Mu Ling to like them too, but maybe they were bought for Director Qi?

Kahn flatteringly said:

"That's it, at the corner, his matcha cake is the best."

There is a Jiaxi store on the corner, and the craftsmanship is really good. People outside the building are willing to come in and queue up to buy.

I have to say that the canteen in the Don Los Building is very thoughtful, taking into account the differences between all corners of the country and races. Everyone doesn't like to go out to find wild food, so it is much more convenient to work overtime.

"Thanks."

He couldn't figure out the taste of Tang Luosi, so he brought some Chinese and Western food. He said that the female insects had no special preference for food, they only liked fighting and mating, but Mu Ling still brought back big and small bags of food.

The wounded bug who was supposed to sleep obediently was not on the bed, put down the lunch box, and he heard the sound of water in the bathroom.

When the food was being put on the table, Don Ross came out half naked with a wet body, a towel was put on his shoulders, and his hair was dripping with water, and it seemed that he hadn't wiped it properly.

This immoral look made Mu Ling frown, and he couldn't help but go over and pick up his nightgown and put it on him: "I told you that your body is very cold, why are you in a hurry to take a bath?"

Don Ross, with his eyes glued to the table, said nonchalantly:

"The female worm has a strong recovery ability, and I'm already fully recovered."

Mu Ling snorted, tightly tightened the belt of the bathrobe, and said that he was all right with his pale face.

Seeing the other party's complexion, Don Los changed the subject:

"What did you buy?"

"Cakes and porridge, I bought everything I saw." He took out his chopsticks and forks and asked, "Which one do you want?"

Don Los picked up the fork, thought for a while and pulled out the chopsticks, holding them clumsily in the palm of his hand. Mu Ling smiled and asked, "Can't you use it?"

Don Ross frowned in confusion: "I have learned it before, it's strange..."

How are these two small wooden sticks used?

Mu Ling opened his palms, put the chopsticks on the tiger's mouth, and took a pair to show him: "Like this."

Don Ross watched, followed him to separate the two wooden sticks, and then closed them again. He felt that he could do it, so he rushed to pick up the buns in the lunch box.

The round and soft little white bun was cut in half by him, and the thick soup flowed out to fill the whole lunch box. He paused in embarrassment, and looked up at Mu Ling.

Such a big worm, why does it still eat like a child? He pulled out the chopsticks in his hand: "I'll do it, you use a fork."

Mu Ling put the chopped bun into his bowl, and then added a good one: "Eat it, be careful not to burn it."

Don Ross smiled: "Are you so kind to me?"

It's just a steamed stuffed bun, so good to buy.

Mu Ling casually nodded:

"You are the boss."

"No more?" Don Ross raised an eyebrow.

"...You are good-looking." Mu Ling was forced to admit that he was obsessed with color.

Don Los didn't believe it, he snorted, he scratched the cutlery, and threw the bun into his mouth with a smart gesture.

Mu Ling was stunned, and subconsciously stretched out his hand:

"Hey, this soup..."

Sure enough, Don Ross spat out the steamed stuffed bun in the next second: "Hot, hot, hot!"

"..."

He thought the female worms were rough-skinned and thick-fleshed, so they knew it was hot, so Mu Ling poured a glass of water: "Take a small bite first, suck the soup out before eating, be careful, it's very hot inside."

Don Los didn't dare to innovate on his own, obediently did as he said, ate one, blinked, and picked up another.

Mu Ling pushed the porridge to him: "Don't be picky."

"...Speaking of which, did Han Qiyun and Yu Fan make things difficult for you later?"

While sucking up porridge and water, Don Ross asked suddenly.

"I can handle it." Mu Ling was unpacking the cake box: "Sweet ones?"

"Hmm...try."

Reluctantly speaking, he stretched out his hand faster than anyone else, Mu Ling handed him all the snacks in a funny way, and Don Ross swallowed what was in his mouth: "What do you think I am doing, eat yours."

"...I just remembered that they said that females don't like to eat sweet and greasy things."

"They also said that females don't like to eat, they just need to drink nutrient solution." Don Ross rolled his eyes, then filled his mouth, and began to chew without eating.

Rather than saying I don't like it, it's better to say I can't like it.

Indulging in food and sex makes them weak and hinders fighting. They can only prefer iron and blood, dedication and glory, because each imperial female is strong.

He hasn't seen his iron-blooded side yet, but it's cute like this now, Mu Ling asked with a smile: "You haven't eaten any of these? Then what do you usually like to eat?"

"Every time I go to the cafeteria, they..." Don Los frowned and recalled the expressions of those people: "It's like seeing a ghost, so I don't bother to go, Luke usually brings meals."

"What did he bring you?" Mu Ling asked casually.

"Egg fried rice and egg fried noodles every time."

"……every time?"

Don Ross nodded:

"Luke likes this, and sometimes he'll have his own scrambled eggs."

Mu Ling almost choked on his own saliva, staring at him, Don Ross was frightened by his horrified expression, blinked and asked: "What's wrong?"

"His own... eggs?"

"...That's right, unconceived eggs...are not all proteins?"

But the surprised expression of human beings seems to imply that it is not that simple, where is the complexity?

The unusually upright female worm was really confused in this regard.

Mu Ling refrained from showing strange expressions—this was something the females in the palace never told him, and it was never recorded in the books. He only knew that the quality of eggs would be used as one of the criteria for measuring the fertility of females. I really don't know about the others.

"...What about you?" But by accident, he still asked.

"Ah, do you want to eat...but my egg-laying period hasn't arrived yet." Don Ross frowned, seeming a bit embarrassed.

"...No, no, let's skip this topic."

Mu Ling calmly picked up his porridge bowl and took a sip - from now on, no insect or person can touch the egg of this female insect.

It took them more than ten minutes to clean up the food, and another half an hour to teach how to use chopsticks. The time slipped by, and the midday sun came in through the window, and Mu Ling suddenly remembered that he seemed to be absent from work this morning.

The internal phone rang to remind this, and they looked at each other before picking up the phone.

"Hello?" The voice in the microphone was loud, and even Mu Ling could hear it clearly.

Luke's strong greeting came out:

"Hello? Chief! It's already twelve o'clock! You said yesterday that you will issue the backlog of documents this morning, now?! The department heads are all asking me about the documents? Has it been reviewed or approved? What's wrong? ! Need to redo it?!"

Don Ross took the microphone away, tilted his head to Mu Ling and smiled wryly, pointing at the microphone and mouthing: Don't be surprised if you have a bad temper.

"Okay, okay, I'll go down soon."

"You'd better hurry up, I..." Mu Ling took the microphone from Tang Luosi's hand, "He's not going, you send someone to deliver the documents, and you can deal with the urgent ones that don't hurt your muscles and bones .”

"Mu..."

Don Los was about to interrupt him, but Mu Ling wrapped his hands. The man glared at him, and continued to say through the receiver: "He 'eat' the sea cold essence by mistake last night, so it's not advisable to be overworked now."

These words persuaded Don Loston, and successfully extinguished Luke's bursting anger. The other end of the microphone froze for a moment, and then there was a voice of gnashing teeth: "He used that thing again?"

Again—Mu Ling glanced at him, Don Lose's eyes wandered, and he muttered:

"Diluted, not much harm."

"Fart!" Luke yelled over the phone:

"Mu Lin, right? Please tie him to the bed and tell him that the bandits are fine these days, and his subordinates are not useless enough to require a half-dead leader to take charge of the overall situation."

"know."

"I'll give you a day off today, it's a public holiday." Luke said again.

"Thank you."

Mu Ling hung up the phone and smiled at Don Ross:

"You are really good as a deputy." Except for the love of eggs.

Don Ross twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's just a little bad temper."

"A talented person must be sick, it's not a big deal."

"What are you doing?" Don Los found Mu Ling grabbing his belt, and heard him reply, "Tie you to the bed."

"...No, he just used rhetoric, so don't take it seriously." But he followed obediently.

"I think Mr. Luke is upright, and he always speaks honestly, without rhetoric." Mu Ling turned back and smiled at him.

Don Ross rubbed his head and sighed: "I'm fine."

"Wait for the doctor to say that." Mu Ling pressed him back on the bed, but he was not tied up anyway.

"It seems that you are the only one who is more like a doctor."

Don Ross tore off the belt on the robe, and a large piece of skin slid out. His full chest was like some kind of hard bread brushed with honey, and the strong abdominal muscles below exuded scorching temperature. Mu Ling hurriedly looked away and grabbed the quilt cover him.

"Be careful of catching a cold."

Don Ross laughed: "You look like an old antique."

Is this the first time he has received such an evaluation?Mu Ling sneered, but Don Los continued, "I think it's fine."

Mu Ling looked over, and saw him turning sideways, wrapping himself into a silkworm chrysalis, with his soft hair resting on the tip of his red ears, and whispering to Mu Ling, "Go to sleep too, I didn't sleep last night. .” He seemed to have no intention of asking where he was last night.

Mu Ling has long been able to replace sleep with meditation, and subconsciously refuses:

"I'm not sleepy..." But after a moment of hesitation, he said:

"it is good."