The God[Quick Transmigration]

Seeing the man in the dark blue long windbreaker stepping out of the car with a murderous look and a gloomy expression, and striding over, Shen Fan thought he could finally understand the reason why the Guji Empire was trembling even if its vitality recovered, and did not dare to offend the Molan Empire. up.

Even with his usual arrogant temper, he would stand there in shock for a few seconds.

——He thought that this man would not get angry for a hundred years, but he didn't expect that once he got angry, the color of the world would change.

Probably amused by his own thoughts, Shen Fan couldn't help laughing softly when he saw the man walking over.

Yan Huaijin's already dark pupils were suddenly so gloomy that ink dripped out. After he walked over, he stood in front of Shen Fan, staring at Shen Fan with cold eyes but did not move.

Shen Fan didn't move, just let the man watch with a smile.

The quieter the more dangerous, the death-like silence slowly enveloped the two of them.

Neither of them opened their mouths to speak. For a moment, Shen Fan saw a blood-red mark flashing on Yan Huaijin's forehead as if in illusion.

But before he could take a closer look, Shen Fan felt as if he had been thrown into Abi Hell in the next second - his eyes were bloody, and his ears were filled with the wailing voices of ghosts.

Shen Fan was startled suddenly, and the illusion faded away like a tide.

What came into my eyes was Yan Huaijin's close eyes. I don't know if the illusion is still there or the vision remains, Shen Fan feels that the man's eyes also have a deep layer of scarlet.

Shen Fan settled down, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by the man's low voice——

"There was a moment when I really wanted to kill you."

"..."

Shen Fan remained silent, raised his eyebrows and looked at the man - he could feel that the man's words were not trying to bluff himself, but that he really had a real killing intent.

Yan Huaijin didn't care about Shen Fan's provocative expression, he raised his hand, and mercilessly stroked/touched the bright red lips of the man who was close at hand with his rough, callused fingertips, watching it turn white Filled with the luster of seduction/character, "...give me a reason to let you go, Shen Fan."

Shen Fan pursed his lips and smiled... Tonight's Yan Huaijin really gave him a surprise.

The man's hand was still on his lips, so Shen Fan tilted his head slightly, stretched out the tip of his pink tongue to lick the man's finger slowly, sucked/fucked gently, and then hooked with incomparable lust. The man smiled, and slowly knelt down on one knee, his breath floated over the man's body all the way, more like a kiss-like movement, the ambiguous temperature seemed to blow through the fabric and blow on the body.

At the same time as his legs landed on the ground, Shen Fan's breath also stopped on the man's lower body.

The movements of the two were only a few steps away from the entrance of Rainbow Street not far away. Those who came late or returned early, and those who followed because of the glimpse of Shen Fan had already noticed the movements of the two of them. Blow the whistle recklessly.

"...If I admit my mistake..." Shen Fan was not moved at all, he raised his face with a bewitching smile, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of wind/love, "Is it okay?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, he leaned his shoulder blades forward, stretched out the tip of his tongue to caress the metal chain buckle, and opened his mouth to bite on it before pulling it down——

"Well--"

Shen Fan was picked up by the man who suddenly stood up amidst the whistling and screaming, and after a second of weightlessness, he was already hugged into the arms of the man.

After a pause, Shen Fan hooked his lips: "Actually, I personally don't like this pose—"

"Don't make me smack—" in front of these people

Yan Huaijin's voice paused, and finally spit out those two words, "...to you."

Shen Fan laughed even more happily——

"As long as you're not jealous... Actually, I don't mind at all."

The man didn't stop walking, but his hands increased strength: "..."

In front of the car door, Shen Fan glanced at the brake marks on the ground, and turned back with a smile: "The braking distance is 25 meters, which is comparable to the braking performance of a racing car. I don't know...how does it feel when it shakes?"

Yan Huaijin's eyes darkened, she raised her hand and stuffed the person into the car, while she sat in the driver's seat, closed the door, and walked away.

The people standing there looked back regretfully, and one of them looked up at the sky in doubt, and asked the people next to him, "Hey...do you think the sky is getting brighter?"

The person next to him gave him a contemptuous look: "You're drunk again, it's almost night, it will only get darker, how can it be brighter?"

"...I was wrong, it shouldn't be..."

That night, Gao Tang, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a phone call. After getting up, Gao Tang jumped up from the bed and was about to run away violently when he got connected. anger.

"...Yan, Mr. Yan?"

The man hummed in a low voice, "Shen Fan, please—"

The man's deep voice suddenly disappeared, not because it stopped, but because Gao Tang's ears were drowned by a sobbing moan from the receiver.

Then he heard his beloved President Yan seem to snort softly, and a vague voice came over——

"...don't hold it so tight...be quiet...Gao Tang is listening..."

"...No...don't want to-ah...lightly, lightly...um...don't..."

Gao Tang: "..."

A moment later, Yan Huaijin's hoarse voice, clearly tainted with passion/desire, came again: "Give Shen Fan... a week off, and resume normal work next week."

Before Gao Tang could say anything, the other party had already hung up.

And in the end, there seemed to be muffled bumps and ambiguous sounds of water in the receiver, as well as endless groans and groans that have been lingering until now.

Gao Tang looked down at his phone and then at his pajama pants. The small tent that was set up was showing off its might to him at 04:30 in the morning.

"……Hold."

This time, Shen Fan provoked Yan Huaijin so badly that he didn't go out for five days. He just stayed in Mr. Yan's villa in S City, from the bedroom to the bathroom to the kitchen to the dining room, from the bed to the sink to the wall. At the dining table, in the end Shen Fan couldn't stand upright, his legs became weak as soon as his feet touched the ground, and his voice was so hoarse that he screamed like a kitten scratching.

On the sixth day, Shen Fan wrapped himself up in a ball on the big bed in the master bedroom of Mr. Yan's house, and slept for a whole day.

Yan Huaijin didn't call him, and sat aside to deal with the work accumulated for a week. After a while, she raised her eyes to look at Shen Fan, who was showing a reddish face from under the quilt. On the contrary, there was no arrogance but only obedience... Yan Huaijin's eyes were complicated and tender.

On the seventh day, when Shen Fan finally dug himself out of the bed and raised his face to meet the long-lost sunshine, he really felt like he had been reborn.

Yan Huaijin was still dealing with business in the villa, but when it was changed to the study, Shen Fan followed him in, but he behaved unexpectedly well-behaved, holding a cup of warm tea on the side sofa, staring at Yan Huaijin intently look.

Yan Huaijin didn't bother him. After more than an hour, he pressed his neck, but saw that the man had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

Yan Huaijin put down the pen and documents in her hand, and looked at Shen Fan quietly from a short distance away.The early autumn sunshine shines through the window on the long pale golden hair. The man has an extremely beautiful face, fair complexion, and pale golden hair. He is as flawless as a god who fell into the world by mistake. ...

He suddenly wished that time would stop there.

It is best for Shen Fan to stay in this world, the next task will never be completed, the godhead fragments and those memories will no longer be restored, the established trajectory does not need to run, the chess pieces on the chessboard jump out of the rules, Shen Fan used it a long, long time ago This face that was almost blurred in memory but extremely clear stayed with him——

... But he knew that it was impossible.

Because these are the rules of the game originally formulated by him, and as long as he is in the game, even he himself must abide by it.

Yan Huaijin turned her gaze away, picked up the phone next to her hand, and dialed——

"...Let's get that news out."

"today?"

"By evening, I hope to see results."

"Okay, boss."

So by the time Shen Fan slept until dusk and woke up, there were already rumors and pornographic photos of Yan Huaijin, the helm of the Yan Group, and his same-sex/lover on the Internet.

Not long after, even more explosive news blew up the netizens—the spokesperson of the Yan Group held a press conference to make a public statement——their own boss will register a marriage with a same-sex/lover in the near future.

Shen Fan, who was still a little ignorant after waking up, felt that his brain circuit was not enough—did he sleep all afternoon or for a year?

Why did the sky change when I woke up?

Before he could ask Yan Huaijin for clarification, he lost consciousness with the most disgusting "mission completed" reminder.

And Yan Huaijin outside the door watched the familiar figure fade away, then looked down at his gradually transparent fingertips, and raised the corners of his mouth rarely in the air.

"Have patience, my dear..."

in the system space.

Data streams flashed continuously in the big eyes of the system bed, Shen Fan stood aside and watched with a dark face.

When the data flow gradually decreased until it disappeared, the system bed spoke weakly: "I checked, everything is normal, the only possibility is that the person speeded up the task process unilaterally; because there has never been a dual-hosting situation before, so I There is also no way to control the autonomous actions of that person.”

Shen Fan glanced at him with a sneer: "...what do you want?"

The system bed that has been baptized by four missions seems to have improved its IQ a bit, and with only two big eyes, it can make a confident expression: "I can provide the hosts with the most comfortable and intimate nightlife place!"

The corners of Shen Fan's brows twitched: "...is this your lifelong evolution goal?"

"Of course!"

"...Give me the next task card, I really don't want to stay in the same space as you."

"no problem!"

Shen Fan held the security/safety/set at the side and began to read the new task, while the long-hidden guilt flashed in the big eyes of the system bed... The evolution speed of the other host was getting faster and faster than his He thinks it's recovery rather than evolution... The most intrusive thing is that every time he wants to reveal something to his host, he will always be stopped by an invisible but terrifying energy , that energy has the ability to destroy him in an instant, and makes him inexplicably familiar.

But this time, the other host can directly interfere with the original host's task process without permission... The original host is right... What do I need QAQ...

The system bed fell into deep mourning.

The author has something to say: Is it always a five-chapter conclusion? Is it a bit obsessive-compulsive QAQ

I felt resentment in the comment area, so I worked hard to code 3000+ to stop squatting in the small black house QAQ