Male God Transformation Project [Rebirth]

"Well, it is indeed possible now." Ling Zimo looked at Feng Che's car through the window, reached out and waved to Feng Che, "Happy birthday to you."

Also, thank you.

But thank you, Ling Zimo didn't say the three words, because he remembered what Feng Che said, there was no need to say thank you between him and Feng Che.

"I accept your blessing." Feng Che didn't say thank you, but accepted it quite calmly, "With your blessing, I think I can sleep well tonight."

"Well, be careful when you go home, and go to bed early." Looking at the time, Ling Zimo was almost startled, oh my god, it was already 01:30 in the morning.

"Are you driving me away?" Feng Che suddenly felt that he would rather talk to Ling Zimo like this forever.

"Of course not, but it's okay, because it's very late now." Ling Zimo said seriously.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, see you tomorrow." Feng Che hung up the phone, then waved to Ling Zimo from the air, and then reluctantly drove away.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Zimo actually felt that he didn't want Feng Che to go, but then he thought he was ridiculous, how could it be, how could he feel reluctance for Feng Che, it must be an illusion.

"Cut, you just refuse to admit it." Ling Yun's words sounded at the right time.

"Hey, Ling Yun, shut up." This Ling Yun, if he said that again, he really didn't mind stuffing a stinky sock into his mouth.

"The truth is, don't let people tell it." Ling Yun said without confidence.

"Shut up, or I'll close your speaking authority." On the contrary, Ling Yun, that stinky boy.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I shut up." When Ling Yun heard that he was going to close his speaking authority, he was frightened immediately, don't wow, if he is not allowed to speak, it is worse than letting him die This is not bad, Ling Zimo was very satisfied with Ling Yun's apology, and finally worried that Ling Yun would say something nonsense, so he added: "I warn you, don't talk nonsense in the future!"

"I surrender and raise the white flag." Ling Yun said obediently.

"You are obedient."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ling Zimo's words fell, his door was pushed open.

Sitting on the sofa as an uncle, the key suddenly realized that it was Lingcheng who had come in, and stood up immediately.

However, his movements were fast, and someone moved faster than him. Before he stood up, Lingcheng had already walked into the room with big strides.

The butler was still holding a red apple in his hand. At this moment, he didn't know where to put it, so he put his hands behind his back.

Lingcheng stared at the butler with frowned eyebrows, and said in surprise: "Butler, you are sitting upright, why are you standing up?"

The butler's heart skipped a beat, it's over, the old man saw him sitting just now, as a butler, sitting on the young master's sofa is indeed a bit out of order.

When the housekeeper and Ling Zimo were both wondering how to explain their headaches, Lingcheng said again: "Do your feet still hurt? Sit down quickly, won't it hurt to stand like this?"

Huh?Ling Zimo and the housekeeper glanced at each other, yes, how could they forget this, the housekeeper is recovering from illness now.

"Oh, sir, my feet really hurt a little when you say that." The butler immediately entered the scene, pretending to be in pain. He used one hand to protect his knees, and the other hand was used as a sweat wiper.

Ling Zimo was speechless, the butler's acting skills are really amazing, at this level, he can really find a crew for the butler.

"Zimo, call an ambulance quickly." Ling Cheng stared at the butler worriedly, and waved to Ling Zimo hastily.

Ling Zimo was speechless, he blinked at the butler hastily, and told him not to pretend, he really wanted to see the ambulance in a while, but found out that the butler was pretending, at that time, it was not worth the money to steal chickens and lose money at all.

"It's okay, old man, I'm actually much better, and I can walk normally tomorrow." The housekeeper hurriedly said to the old man, but he leaned forward.

That's great, the apple he was hiding behind rolled out with a grunt, and luckily fell to the old man's feet.

The butler couldn't help but shut it, it's over, now he can be exonerated from the crime of sitting on the young master's sofa, but he ate the young master's fruit...

Lingcheng stared at the red apples under his feet, stared blankly for a while, then turned his head to look at the fruit plate on the table, and found that half of the fruits had fallen.

The anger was a little embarrassing, but the butler was so full of air that he didn't dare to take a breath. He just lowered his head and waited for the old man's interrogation.

Ling Zimo was also speechless, this housekeeper is really unlucky, why is there a wave of unrest, and another wave, vomiting blood.

Ling Zimo was really ready to stand up for the housekeeper, but unexpectedly Lingcheng said with a smile: "Well, yes, you still have the energy to eat fruits. It seems that your physical condition is still very good."

Uh... the housekeeper was completely speechless, he thought the old man would scold him severely, but unexpectedly...

I'm so touched!

"Thank you, old man, I'm really fine." The butler didn't know how to express his feelings for a while.

"We are all one family, so if you say thank you, it's a bit of a division." Lingcheng laughed.

Ling Zimo saw that Lingcheng was in a good mood and didn't seem to want to punish him, so he was even more curious about how Feng Che persuaded his grandfather, he said that his grandfather knew his birthday, this...

Ling Zimo couldn't figure it out!

"That's right, Zimo, if you come back late at night, remember to call grandpa, and don't answer grandpa's calls again, or grandpa will be very worried. Besides, I think Feng Che is a good boy. In the future You have to get along well with him." Ling Cheng patted Ling Zimo's shoulder very seriously and said.

Oh my god, what Grandpa said really meant a lot. He actually said that Feng Che was a good boy, and even told himself to get along well with Feng Che. What kind of medicine did Feng Che give Grandpa?

"Grandpa, why?" Ling Zimo finally couldn't help his curiosity and asked.

The housekeeper also looked puzzled, he actually objected to Master Zimo's relationship with that Feng Che, but the old man actually said that they get along well, is there a mistake?

Lingcheng was vague; "Because I have some connections with Feng Che's family, but that's not the point, anyway, just listen to what grandpa said."

"Okay." Looking at Grandpa's appearance, it was impossible to get something out of his mouth.

"Also, Zimo, grandpa is very proud of your bravery and wisdom today. I hope you will inherit and carry forward this fine tradition." Lingcheng looked at Ling Zimo with eyes full of admiration.

"Hmm." Ling Zimo thought to himself, if it wasn't for the mission, he wouldn't be working so hard, okay, especially for things like submitting speeches, it's so easy!

"Okay, let's go to rest early, you too, butler, you are not in good health." Lingcheng said with a smile.

"Yes, old man, it's getting late. Master Zimo has to go to school tomorrow, so let's go to bed too."

The butler of Lingcheng also left Ling Zimo's room one after another, and the room instantly became lonely.

Ling Zimo took a hasty bath and lay down on the bed. He was so sleepy that he fell into a dream just after lying down.

Maybe it was because he was too tired after a day of tossing around, Ling Zimo didn't sleep well all night, and kept dreaming.

In his dream, he actually dreamed that he also had a separate home, and the furnishings and decorations in the home were all to his liking. To his surprise, Feng Che also appeared in his Hua's home. He was wearing home clothes, As if living in his own home for a long time, Ling Zimo's dreams never stopped overnight, probably the scene of him and Feng Che in his new home.

At six o'clock in the morning the next day, the sky was just getting dark, and there was still a trace of coolness in the air.

Ling Zimo was still immersed in a sweet dream when he was suddenly awakened by a rapid knock on the door.

"Zimo, wake up, it's time for morning exercise." Ling Cheng's rough voice echoed in the room, deafeningly loud, and it was hard for Ling Zimo not to wake up.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, Ling Zimo Zimo dragged his tired body out of bed.

Ling Cheng couldn't hear Ling Zimo's response outside the door, and there was another hasty knock on the door.