"Hi, how are you?" It was a mechanical voice imitating human voice, but it was not difficult to hear the meaning of flattery.

Mei Qianhe had just woken up, with deep sleepiness still on his face. Hearing this sound, he squinted his eyes and searched the room, but found no one. Thinking it was his hallucination, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed to wash.

Before the foot landed, the voice sounded again, "Hello, Mr. Mei."

This time he heard it clearly because the voice came from inside his head.

Mei Qianhe asked: "What... are you?"

The mechanical voice said: "I am the world consciousness of "Favorite"."

world consciousness?

Mei Qianhe was stunned for a rare moment, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he walked to the window with his usual expression, opened the curtains, and the refreshing morning wind blew past, carrying the fragrance of the garden.

The mechanical voice continued: "I'm sorry, I sent you out without your consent before."

Mei Qianhe blew the wind for a while, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash when he heard a mechanical sound, he twisted the handkerchief, and asked, "You sent me back?" The corner of his mouth curled into a sneer, "So, when I wore It was also your handwriting to go in?"

The mechanical voice, that is, the world consciousness, explained: "No, I thought it was... the author's handwriting when you transmigrated into the book at first, but I found out later that it was actually an accident."

Putting the handkerchief on the wash rack, Mei Qianhe squeezed the toothpaste and asked vaguely: "Who is the author?"

"It's the consciousness of the author who wrote this book." The voice of world consciousness was tinged with anger, "This author is simply too hateful. Originally, after the writing is finished, every world will generate its own consciousness, but this author doesn't know what's going on. You shamelessly left your own consciousness in the world! You even tried to obstruct my birth and suppress my growth! My heart is extremely vicious!"

The world consciousness scolded severely.

However, I don't know if the person it is talking to is listening, I saw him picking in the closet for a while, and then he took off his pajamas and prepared to change clothes.

Protruding Adam's apple, delicate collarbone, neat six-pack abs, and honey-colored skin that is white against the dark pajamas.

These years, Mei Qianhe has not forgotten to exercise during his busy schedule, especially when he heard about the series of encounters after passing through the book, he deliberately took the time to learn a lot of survival skills, such as learning boxing and kicking kung fu, anti-tracking skills, physical fitness and so on with the retired special forces. Yes, so now he is not only handsome, but also has a tough figure that every man wants to have.

He habitually wanted to take off his pants, and the nagging accusations in his head reminded him that there was an outsider...something, and he didn't know if this thing could see him, so he interrupted it and asked, "Can you see what I'm doing?" What?"

The world consciousness stopped, and the voice was a little wronged: "No, I can only hear the voice."

In fact, it should be able to see, hear, and grasp the direction of everything, but its power now is too weak.

Speaking of it, I blame the author, he is really crazy.But thinking of the miserable state of the author, it soon became happy again, quite gloating.

After Mei Qianhe changed his clothes calmly, Ms. Tang Ting called him downstairs: "Xiaohe, let's have breakfast."

Mei Qianhe responded: "Here we come."

The world consciousness is still in his head: "I don't need to eat either."

At this point in time, there were only the busy back of the nanny and Ms. Tang Ting who was arranging the dishes in the living room. Comrade Mei Xifeng should have gone to the company long ago.

Mei Qianhe casually teased it while buttoning it: "Then you are awesome."

When she got downstairs, Tang Ting saw him talking to herself, so she asked, "Who are you talking to?"

The mechanical voice said at the right time: "As long as you speak with your mind, I can hear you."

Mei Qianhe sat down on the seat, smiled and said to Tang Ting: "Mom, are you going out to a party because you are so beautifully dressed today?"

Drinking milk, Tang Ting said leisurely, "Date." She and her husband have an agreement that no matter how busy they are every month, they will find time to go on a date once a month.

In the twenty years of marriage, the two have never missed an appointment.

oh!No wonder his dad left so early this morning. It turned out that he wanted to save more time for a date.

Mei Qianhe had a heart attack for a moment, then Ms. Tang Ting smiled softly, and asked, "What about you, where are you going when you look so handsome?"

Mei Qianhe said: "Shangxiang."

"..." Tang Ting had no choice but to say, "You're not too young anymore, so you don't plan to find a...mate?"

She paused. In recent years, she hasn't seen Mei Qianhe have that kind of meaning towards others, and he ruthlessly stopped others from chasing him. Therefore, up to now, Tang Ting still doesn't know his sexual orientation. , so directly changed the boyfriend who was going to speak out to the object.

The object, can be male or female, blameless.

Mei Qianhe pointed at herself, "I, your son, am only 26 years old this year. How many people in the entertainment industry have you seen getting married at this age?"

Tang Ting thought to herself, but what I'm talking about is looking for a partner and not urging you to get married.

Forget it, emotional matters can only go with the flow, maybe someday fate will come.

Mei Qianhe didn't seem to realize that her answer and question were wrong, so she talked to the mechanical voice.

The mechanical voice complained slightly: "Don't you already have a partner?"

If this thing is really a person, I am afraid that the resentment and dissatisfaction in the eyes will overflow at this moment.

Mei Qianhe thought it was funny, so she joked, "Why didn't I know I had a partner?"

The voice of world consciousness accuses angrily: "Don't you want to start messing and give up!"

Mei Qianhe: "...Dare to ask, who is the person I have always abandoned?"

The world consciousness replied naturally: "Xu Sikui. You've been healed for many years, how can you abandon your old Gong? It's too much!" Listening to its tone, it seems that Mei Qianhe has cheated.

Hearing the name Xu Sikui again, Mei Qianhe lowered his eyes, took a bite of the bread, looked disgusted, and said speechlessly: "You are world conscious, don't you know that Xu Sikui is married to someone else?"

Seeing his ugly expression, Tang Ting asked, "Is the bread delicious?"

The nanny saw it too, and her gaze was full of worry, for fear that the young master would say "it's not delicious" and lose the job she had so hard to get.

She came here after the previous nanny left for something, and she had been on the job for less than a week, so it was inevitable to have such worries.

Mei Qianhe realized that her mother had misunderstood her expression, and explained: "No, it's my own problem. I didn't sleep well last night." As he spoke, he rubbed the center of his brows pretendingly.

The nanny was relieved, and went to work in the kitchen instead.

Tang Ting finished her breakfast, wiped her hands and stood behind his back, as if to massage his temples.

Mei Qianhe lazily said: "Leave your skills to my dad to enjoy, lest he abuse me again when he plays chess next time."

Every time Mei Xifeng gets jealous of him, he will find a place in something he is not good at, such as playing chess.

"Okay." Tang Ting went back to her room to change her clothes with a smile on her face.

After Mei Qianhe was quiet, the world consciousness told him solemnly: "Xu Sikui did not marry Minghan."

Mei Qianhe ate breakfast calmly, as if she didn't hear what it said at all.

The sense of world consciousness is gnashing teeth: "Xu Sikui has already awakened from the original book, but the author, relying on his own strong obsession, insists that our world follow the plot in her book. But Xu Sikui already has My own consciousness did not follow the plot when I was a child, so the author divided his power into several parts, one part restrained Xu Sikui, the other part was placed on Ming Han, and he kept some to suppress me, not wanting me to grow up ... That's why Xu Sikui told others that he used you as a substitute, and every time he saw Minghan, he would not be able to control his behavior... In the end, it's all due to that shameless author, dirty, bad guy ,Pooh!"

Ba la ba la said a big bucket, it can be seen that it has a deep resentment towards the author, and at the end it couldn't help but started to curse again.

In fact, all the emotions of the world consciousness sound strange, because it is not a real person, and all the emotions are imitated, and its own mechanical sound and coldness are mixed in, like things that are extremely different from the two. Together, it feels weird.

Mei Qianhe held back for a while, but couldn't help it: "You can calm down, don't...well, don't be so excited."

The air was quiet for a second, and then, the world consciousness felt as if it was about to jump up, "I have said so much and you just tell me this?! Is your human language teacher taught by a physical education teacher? Will you catch it? Focus!"

"Do you understand that the person Xu Sikui loves is you, and all the things he did to Minghan were out of his control!!! You don't even know how much he loves you and how much he has paid for you!!! Ah Ah, I'm so pissed off!"

The tone is quite... In addition to the bitterness, there is also a sense of hatred for iron and steel.

Mei Qianhe poured a glass of water, and his gentle and calm eyes were stained with a slight smile inch by inch.

"I heard."

He had indeed vaguely realized that there was something unreasonable, but every time that thought arose, it seemed to be hidden in layers of thick fog, preventing him from seeing the whole picture.

If he had known earlier that the world was just a book, he would have thought of a word called - plot power.It's just... sad, he didn't know until he returned to the real world.

The Xu Sikui he met was different from the original book, completely different from inside to outside.

In the original book, Xu Sikui was indifferent and selfish, wandering between the two men, and finally abandoned one of them cold-bloodedly, and married the other in a big way. From the beginning to the end, he looked like a skilled hunter, watching his prey After struggling in every possible way, I finally chose the one that was most valuable to me.

Mei Qianhe recalled the shocking scene when his life was hanging by a thread during the mudslide, and thought firmly:

And his Xu Sikui, even with the fetters of the power of the plot, still walked towards him endlessly and never stopped.

In fact, he already knew.

Now, the facts proved to him again.

The world consciousness hesitated to speak: "...then,..."

Mei Qianhe turned his head sideways and looked out the window, just like when he left that world, it was another midsummer light year, the sun was scorching hot, and everything was beautiful.

And he and that person are separated in the clouds and the seabed.

He is in the clouds, and Xu Sikui is drowning in the deep sea.

Mei Qianhe just stared into the distance, not knowing where her eyes fell.

After a long time, the consciousness of the world heard his very soft voice, and there seemed to be lights flickering in his smiling eyes.

Mei Qianhe asked it: "Then what is your purpose in coming to me?"

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