Male God Transformation Project [Rebirth]

In the morning, the sun shines softly on the big bed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.Ling Zimo raised his hand to cover the sun, feeling a little dazzling just after waking up.

He climbed to the side of the bed, reached for the alarm clock and looked at it: "It's only nine o'clock." Let's sleep for a while, anyway, there is nothing to do today.After finishing speaking, he pulled the quilt, curled up, covered his head and continued to sleep soundly.

"Dong dong dong..." There was a rapid knock on the door, Ling Zimo closed his eyes and pretended not to hear, turned over and prepared to continue sleeping.But the knock on the door was insistent, as if you would knock the door through if you didn't open it.

He gritted his teeth and sat up, scratched his messy hair with his hands, and walked across the floor with bare feet to the door without wearing shoes.The tone was full of impatience: "Who is it, knock on the door early in the morning."

Feng Che stood at the door with his breakfast, with an innocent face.

When Ling Zimo saw that it was him, he turned around and walked back, lying on the bed like a big bear.

He closed the door lightly, then put the breakfast on the table: "What time is it, aren't you hungry?"

The person lying on the bed didn't make a sound.

Feng Che had no choice but to smile and walked over to lift off the pure white quilt.

Ling Zimo glanced at him now, and sat up silently leaning against the bed.

Everyone gets angry when they wake up, and anyone who is suddenly woken up in their sleep will feel dissatisfied.Feng Che wondered if he had come too early.Seeing his sleepy eyes, he suddenly regretted it.

In the toilet, Ling Zimo looked in the mirror while washing his face.Ah, he suddenly found himself in the mirror with two big dark circles under his eyes, and red and swollen lips... as if he had been bitten by something!There is also something wrong with the power of the soul in the body, and it fluctuates vaguely.

Obviously he didn't do anything last night, he recalled.But I forgot to turn off the water valve first, and the tap water gurgled away a lot in vain.

When Ling Zimo came back to his senses, it was already a few minutes later.His fingers trembled, and he gently stroked his lips.

"Finally willing to come out?" Feng Che raised his eyebrows and asked Ling Zimo while sitting on the chair.

Ling Zimo didn't answer, just opened the chair and sat down.

The breakfast in the bag exudes an attractive aroma, which is preserved egg and lean meat porridge and a small box of fried rice.

He took it out, chewed it slowly one bite at a time, and the intertwined aroma of food filled the surroundings.

"How did you sleep last night?" He drank so many glasses of strong alcohol yesterday that he might have a headache.Although it looks good now, Feng Che is still a little worried.

Ling Zimo raised his head with doubts in his eyes: "Very good. You don't think I won't be able to sleep because I won the first place?"

Feng Che dared to guarantee that if he said yes, Ling Zimo would immediately rush over and beat him up.

Thinking of this, he shook his head and denied, "I'm just worried that you'll get a headache when you're hungover."

"Hangover?" Ling Zimo's eyes widened, and he forgot to put the fried dumpling in his hand, "Did I drink alcohol last night?"

Feng Che was stunned for a few seconds, but he couldn't remember anything.

"You drank the strong cocktail as if it were a drink."

"Ah!" Ling Zimo stood up, as if he didn't quite believe it.

"If you don't believe me, I can show you the monitoring at that time." Feng Che smiled slightly.

Ling Zimo quickly imagined all kinds of drinking and crazy behaviors after he was drunk.It is said that people who are usually quiet and quiet will become more crazy when they are drunk...

"I didn't do anything out of the ordinary when I was drunk, did I?"

Feng Che wanted to tease him, so he laughed and said, "Running to others, crying and laughing, and kept saying that I want to go home with them."

Ling Zimo quickly covered his face, as if he had no face to face anyone.

Feng Che on the opposite side burst out laughing, seeing his appearance couldn't help it anymore.

Ling Zimo immediately realized that he had been tricked, and stared at Feng Che through gritted teeth.

Feng Che immediately raised his hands to express that he confessed: "You lay quietly on the sofa when you were drunk. When I came back, I found the room card on your body and planned to help you to the room to rest. Pulling my clothes is singing again."

Feng Che paused, and took a serious look at Ling Zimo's expression. There might be a major turning point for what he was going to say next.

"After returning to the room, I rested here for about ten minutes. Before you left, you ate my tofu!" Feng Che said the last sentence extremely wronged, but actually he was slightly excited inside.How would he react if he found out?

Ling Zimo's face immediately turned red, and he bit his chopsticks and asked vaguely, "Why did you eat your tofu?"

"Forced kiss." Feng Che pretended to be calm and dropped the word, looking at him with a smile.

"..."

Ling Zimo pushed the bowl to the middle of the table, and took the paper towel with trembling hands.Tens of thousands of muddy horses are galloping past in my heart, I can't bend myself!

For a long time, Ling Zimo tried to explain with a blushing face: "I probably, probably don't know what I'm doing. I'm drunk and out of my mind." Then he laughed a few times.

Feng Che stood up and slowly approached Ling Zimo.Unexpectedly, the phone rang, and the brisk ringtone rang in the room, which made Ling Zimo shrink back suddenly and took two steps back.

The other party took out the phone calmly, looked at it, hung up, and said, "Since you took advantage of me, shouldn't you show something?"

Ling Zimo shrank his neck and said without hesitation, "I'll treat you to dinner!"

"Eat? My first kiss is worth a meal?" Feng Che squinted his eyes and smiled dangerously. He stretched out his long arms to pull Ling Zimo into his arms, and lowered his head to accurately attach his lips.

Ling Zimo was dazed by the sudden forceful kiss and forgot to resist.

Feng Che kissed him forcefully yet tenderly, with a smile in his eyes.

Suddenly, Ling Zimo was surprised to find that his soul power was fluctuating again.Could it be... Ling Zimo didn't think about it carefully, and suddenly stretched out his hand to push away the selfless Feng Che who was kissing him.

Feng Che was caught off guard all of a sudden, and took a few steps back.He stood firm and still looked at Ling Zimo with a smile on his face: "You kiss me forcefully, and I'll kiss you back. It's even."

Ling Zimo wiped his lips with his hand, feeling a little annoyed, "You, you are going too far."

Feng Che just chuckled, "Two big men, a kiss will not lose a piece of meat."

Ling Zimo turned his head around, cleaned up the tableware on the table, and kept thinking silently: I didn't bend, I didn't bend...

Maybe it was because he was in a good mood, Feng Che felt that the back of Ling Zimo pretending to be an ostrich packing his things was very gentle, although this had nothing to do with gentleness.

After a long while, Ling Zimo turned his head, his face had returned to normal.

"You just said that if you invite me to dinner, it still counts?" Feng Che stretched out his hand and unbuttoned two shirts.

Ling Zimo didn't answer, Feng Che continued to ask: "So you lied to me? Thankfully I brought you breakfast early in the morning."

Ling Zimo glanced at him, and said, "It's not like the hotel doesn't provide breakfast." The corners of his lips curled up slightly, this seemingly cheeky smile moved Feng Che's heart, it really became more and more interesting.

"But the hotel's breakfast is not as delicious as the one I brought." Feng Che said lightly.

Ling Zimo collected himself, and quickly searched in his mind for any delicious restaurants nearby.It was just a momentary rush to say that I invited him to dinner, so I just blurted it out.

By the way, there seems to be a porridge casserole restaurant near the hotel that specializes in supper.He discovered it when he was wandering around before, and the business looks very good.

After a while, he raised his head and said with a smile, "I'll treat you to supper tonight."

To be on the safe side, Ling Zimo deliberately searched the evaluation of this restaurant on the food map with his mobile phone.It looks very good. Most of the reviews are full of praise words such as authentic taste, good service attitude, and affordable price.

Feng Che gave up indifferently, "Anyway, as long as you invite me to dinner, it doesn't matter what you eat." The important thing is who to eat with, he didn't say the latter sentence, for fear of scaring Ling Zimo.

"Don't you need to work?" Ling Zimo asked casually.Because of the kiss just now, seeing Feng Che is still a little awkward now, and now I just hope that he can go to work quickly.

How could Feng Che not know his little thoughts, he glanced at the time cooperatively and said, "I will have a video conference later, you should have a good rest in your room and go out together at night."

After sending Feng Che away, Ling Zimo walked around the large room, and he hadn't looked at it carefully before.

This is a suite, fully furnished.There is also an open kitchen with seasoning jars and kitchen utensils neatly placed.

Ling Zimo opened the hanging cabinet, there were some snacks in it, he glanced at it casually, closed the cabinet door and returned to the bed to continue lying on his stomach.

time flies.

This is what Feng Che saw when he came back from work: night fell, and the lights in the room were not turned on.Ling Zimo sat at the computer desk with slightly disheveled hair, concentrating on playing games.

With a "snap", Feng Che turned on the switch of the chandelier, and sat on the stool casually: "Zimo."

Ling Zimo looked back, turned off the game without hesitation, stretched out his hand to scratch his hair a few times, and said heartily: "Let's go, let's have supper."

This casserole porridge shop is well decorated, unlike ordinary food stalls.

Most of the people who come here for supper are young people visiting the night market. The waiters shuttle around with heavy and hot clay pots and greet the guests skillfully.

After the porridge was served, Ling Zimo sat down carelessly: "I'm hungry when I smell the smell. If I hadn't wandered around that day, I wouldn't have found such a good restaurant." A bowl of porridge, while calling the waiter to come over and order something else.

Feng Che saw that he looked like he was about to overeat, so he tapped his head with his chopsticks: "Eat slowly, the porridge is hot."

Ling Zimo picked up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful and blew it by his mouth for a long time.He looked up and saw Feng Che staring at him with a smile, and accidentally put the steaming porridge into his mouth, and as a result, his eyes were filled with tears.

Feng Che laughed loudly, took the spoon, and slowly stirred his bowl of porridge, so that it would be easier to cool down.

"You remind me of my mother. I'm afraid it will be hot. Whenever I drank porridge when I was a child, she would wait until it was cooled before giving it to me."

Is he homesick?Feng Che smiled slightly, and put the porridge at a suitable temperature back in front of him: "Eat it."