Slag to the collapse of the world [Quick Transmigration]

But at this moment, Sheng Yingxian's system kept recommending insurance companies to him: [Master, what do you think of this company?Their insurance premiums are a bit more expensive, but they can claim more—]

Sheng Yingxian: [Shut up. 】

The house was in a mess, empty beer bottles were scattered everywhere, and the broken glass that Yan Tong had just smashed out of the bottle was not picked up.Just now they overturned the ashtray on the sofa, and the ash was scattered all over the floor.

Sheng Yingxian knew that Yan Tong didn't sleep well, so he didn't dare to tidy up the house in a big way while he was asleep, so he found a sofa to sit on.

He looked around and speculated from the few takeaway boxes on the ground: Yan Tong hadn't been out of the house for the past two days.

He thought Yan Tong was such a picky and particular person, a blood-stained shirt hadn't been changed for three days and two nights, and he drank half a case of cheap beer from the convenience store by himself, obviously disgusted with the smell of cigarettes, and even smoked so many - What kind of mood should he be in to torture himself like this.

When Sheng Yingxian thought of this, his heart ached.

He looked up again, only to see that the cake he brought that day was on the dining table, the box had been opened, and the cake inside was indeed smashed into shape, and the cream was a mess.

Yet it was half eaten.

Not far from the table, there was a small knife with cream sticking to the blade—it was the knife he used to cut apples for Yan Tong that day.

Sheng Yingxian looked at it, and from the messy thoughts and emotions, a little sweetness gradually appeared - like a bitter tea, the sweetness that was finally tasted after thousands of twists and turns .

... Yan Tong obviously cared about him, and he was not bad at all.

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When Yan Tong woke up, he saw Sheng Ying sitting idle on the sofa opposite him again.

He shrank back on the sofa and moved, "Buy me a suit, Brother Sheng."

The address was changed from "Sheng Yingxian" to "Brother Sheng"—after Sheng Yingxian got the order, he immediately left without delay.

After Sheng Yingxian went out, Wu Ye asked him: [Da, why don't you let me do this kind of thing, and then send it to your door? 】

Yan Tong: 【Shut up and let him run errands. 】

He lay on the sofa for a while, barely put on his clothes, took out two pieces of waterproof stickers from the drawer of the coffee table to stick to the wound on his back, and then dragged his legs to the bathroom to take a shower.

Wu Ye was very reliable in this kind of thing, he had already heated up the water when he fell asleep.

Yan Tong turned on the shower to the maximum, then leaned against the wall of the bathroom, lowered her head slightly, and let the water rush to her hair, and then flow down her chest.

Although he and Sheng Yingxian are familiar with each other, his body still can't accept his size. When he was happy, he didn't care about other things. Now that he has recovered, the discomfort surged up, and even the wound on his back was aching.

He knew that he was not in the right condition for the past two days, and he didn't care - anyway, if something really happened to his body, the headquarters would be the first to know, and the ambulance would be able to drive downstairs to him in 10 minutes.

... He just didn't expect that he could really get along with Sheng Yingxian.

Yan Tong knew in his heart: he was the one who hooked Sheng Yingxian first.

It is destined by heaven, it is written in the book of life and death in the Palace of the Underworld that you will fall in love with me—so loudly, it is really worthy of him, Yan Tong, who is so crazy that his relatives do not recognize him, and he has a stubborn mouth.

He grabbed the towel and rubbed his hair dumbly.

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Sheng Yingxian went downstairs and asked his own system (he named it "Misseen"): [Do you know what clothes Yan Tong likes? 】

[Not seen: Generally speaking, Mr. Yan...Mr. Yan prefers black and white and grays of different shades, pure colors, simple styles, straight lines, and can tolerate a small amount of metal elements. 】

[Sheng Yingxian: Oh. 】Thinking about it, it really is.

He knew that Yan Tong was picky, very picky, even though he didn't say it, he could still see it - in the environment he liked, the whole person would relax a lot.

...and it will be easier to talk a lot.

I can't help but say: [Why do you have to come out for such a trivial matter?Can't he just buy it himself?Anyway, home delivery. 】

【Sheng Yingxian: He deliberately dismissed me. 】

【not see:……】

[Sheng Yingxian: Very smart, right? 】

[Missing: ………] Hey, why are you still talking for him now?

Since Yan Tong intended to send him away, Sheng Yingxian was not in a hurry to go back, thinking that maybe the clothes he chose were satisfactory, Yan Tong would follow him again when he was in a good mood... Cough, so he drove to the nearby commercial street.

He glanced at the logo at the door and asked his system: [Have you noticed what brand he is wearing? 】

[Not seen: ... can't see it. 】

Sheng Yingxian, adhering to the simple shopping concept of "expensive is good", started to choose clothes, talking nonsense with his own system, saying "this color is good", "ah, I like this design, I want to pay the designer ", "Is it pure cotton? It doesn't look like it, you are an unscrupulous businessman" and the like have been said at least seventy or eighty times.

[Not seen: ... your tail is almost up to the sky. 】

Sheng Yingxian was very surprised: 【Ah, really? 】

As he spoke, he looked at the dressing mirror, and found that he was still the handsome self in the mirror, but his face was much more radiant, so he said to Bubu: [I didn’t see it. 】

【Missing:...】mdzz

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Yan Tong took a bath more slowly than ever before, until he heard the voice of Sheng Yingxian coming back, he finally dried himself up and wrapped himself in a towel.

——His clothes were stained with Sheng Yingxian's things, and he couldn't wash them for a while.

He looked in the mirror and saw that Yan Tong's complexion was still very bad in the mirror, so he stretched out his fingers and combed the hair on his forehead.

Then I walked out of the bathroom without looking back.

Sheng Yingxian's tail was still in the sky, and when he saw him, he said excitedly, "It's cold now, don't just wander around in a single piece, look at me—"

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly found that Yan Tong in front of him was really only wrapped in a bath towel, and the second half of the sentence immediately became dumb.

Yan Tong stretched out his hand from under the bath towel.

Sheng Yingxian didn't dare to look at him, and just wanted to lower his head to stare at the ground, but saw Yan Tong stepping on the ground barefoot, his ankle was thin and cold, and the line of his calf was slender and neat, extending under the towel... Immediately, he didn't dare to look at him anymore. Look, I closed my eyes and handed him the clothes bag.

Yan Tong went back to the bedroom to change his clothes and came out, only to see Sheng Yingxian cleaning up the house in full swing.

When he came out, Sheng Yingxian happened to put a beer bottle upside down on the coffee table. When he turned around and saw him, he immediately greeted him: "Hey, look, this can detect earthquakes. It's called making the most of everything."

Yan Tong: "...There is no earthquake in the original world, have you worn too much?"

Sheng Yingxian: "..."

Yan Tong: "Where did you put my slippers?"

Sheng Yingxian immediately went to find the slippers.

Yan Tong stared at the beer bottle with a strange expression between gritted teeth and uncontrollable laughter. After a long while, he finally gave a forced, rounded smile——

Sheng Yingxian came back just in time, and lined up four pairs of slippers in front of him, "Which one do you wear?"

Yan Tong: "..."

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's really embarrassing for you to take so many shoes."

Sheng Yingxian: "Don't dare—what's for dinner? Restaurant, takeaway, or shall I make it for you?"

Yan Tong: "I don't want to eat."

Sheng Yingxian: "Then I'll cook the porridge... By the way, do you want to go for a medical examination tomorrow? Alcoholism hurts your health, and you still haven't followed the doctor's advice."

Yan Tong: "Get lost."

Sheng Yingxian immediately went to the kitchen to cook porridge.

However, after a while he poked his head out from the kitchen again—"Do you want millet? Barley? Peanuts? Walnuts? Mung beans? I know sweet-scented osmanthus, what else? Hey——"

Yan Tong picked up a slipper.

Sheng Yingxian immediately retracted his head.

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Because conditions did not permit, Sheng Yingxian couldn't cook porridge in a casserole for two hours, so he felt rather regretful.

After he finished cooking the porridge, seeing Yan Tong sitting cross-legged on the armrest of the sofa like a statue of Buddha, with his personal terminal projected on the wall in front of him, Sheng Yingxian couldn't recognize what he was talking about, but felt a bit like a map of the royal city.

Because of the cross-legged posture, his ankles were exposed, and he inexplicably had an aura mixed with temptation and solemnity.

Yan Tong saw him coming out, raised his eyes, and turned off the projector.

Sheng Yingxian immediately knew that this was something he shouldn't be looking at, and for a moment he didn't know what to think - Yan Tong was finally willing to do these things in a place separated by a wall, apparently because he didn't mind him knowing; but he remembered that these things were for What are you doing here, and you can't help being cold from head to toe.

...Of course he wasn't so naive as to think that Yan Tong could escape from the pursuit of five or six thugs just by drawing a line on the map in advance that night.

To ensure that the other party will not chase them, deliberately choose a few places without road monitoring, and even the law enforcement team failed to intercept them halfway, must go through countless calculations in advance.

Sheng Yingxian took advantage of the situation and sat down on the armrest behind Yan Tong, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, reached over Yan Tong's shoulder, and brought the spoon to his mouth.

Yan Tong looked back at him, his mother's mental retardation was written in his eyes.

Sheng Yingxian suppressed a smile—when Yan Tong turned his head just now, the cloth on his shoulders brushed against his arm, making it tickle—and deliberately shook the soup spoon slightly.

He just thought that Yan Tong would turn around and snatch the bowl from his hand, but Yan Tong lowered his head slightly, took the soup spoon in his hand, and licked the porridge in the spoon.

Sheng Yingxian was stunned instead.

This scene is so familiar - it's just that in the past he could only feed porridge to Mo Ziling wearing Lin Ze's skin, but now it is undoubtedly Yan Tong himself.

After Yan Tong drank a spoonful, he looked down at his personal terminal again.

Another firework exploded in Sheng Yingxian's heart - this trick is effective for Yan Tong!efficient!

He made up his mind early in the morning: don't mention to Yan Tong that they slept with each other, and don't talk about who likes whom. It was like a knife, half stabbing him and half stabbing himself.

Don't say anything, and block Yan Tong from allowing him to say anything, the right way is to coax people well.

Yan Tong didn't mean to make things difficult for him.He just habitually makes life difficult for himself.

He scooped up another spoonful and handed it over. Yan Tong didn't raise his head this time, and naturally opened his mouth to drink it.

Just then the doorbell rang.

The two looked up at the door at the same time, but it was too late——

The person who came here obviously had a high level of authority in the fast-traveling headquarters. I don’t know whose dogleg system directly opened the access control. The door was pushed open, and a man in a suit and leather shoes put his hand on the handle and said to them: "Excuse me, I am Director Hao's secretary in the mission department, Director Hao wants to invite Mr. Yan...well, let's talk first..."

He looked at Yan Tong and Sheng Yingxian on the armrest of the sofa in astonishment, and immediately planned to leave the door.

——Sheng Yingxian's hand was over Yan Tong's shoulder and raised in front of him, in a half-hugging and half-embracing posture; while Yan Tong was biting the spoon in his hand.

Yan Tong: "..."

Sheng Yingxian: "..."

...It's over, within three hours, the entire Kuaichuan Realm will know about the two of them.

The author has something to say: Yan Tong: It is not good to use the system to guard the door.

Sheng Yingxian (sorrowful.jpg): That's right, they were all dragged out to be used as firewood.

Missing: Obviously you asked me to open the door! ! ! !