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An Mo stayed in this illusion for seven days.

It was really seven days, whether it was the date or the time, it was really passing by, as if he was in a new mission world.

Now in autumn, in October, just after the long holiday.Except that he didn't go to work on the first day when he just awakened consciousness, he didn't go to work for the next few days. The most important thing is that no one called to urge him to skip work openly.

He only knows that his job may be similar to editing copywriting, because there is a work group called "copywriting team" in the WeChat group, and he often chats about gossip these days, which is very Little job content.

The gossip is also gossip, such as who is in the art team and who is in the modeling team, this kind of gossip that An Mo can't understand.

He was curious about what kind of company he was in.

Unlike the lock screen password that automatically appeared in his mind when he touched the phone before, he didn't know anything about the identity of his own character.An Mo was also wondering if this had something to do with personal contact, for example, when he came into contact with things related to work, it seemed that this skill was lit up at that moment.

In the past seven days, apart from getting along with cats and dogs, the most common thing An Mo did was to spy on the screen.

Squatting in the group, watching other people chatting on the screen, but he would not let go of any news related to himself.

However, not many people mentioned him in the group, as if it didn't matter whether he went to work or not.

This reminded An Mo of the words the man said before leaving.

He also checked the whole villa. There were no important text clues like those in puzzle games. He had no diary, no notes, and he didn't even keep accounts.

But in fact, An Mo himself didn't have this habit, and to some extent, it coincided with his habit.

Staying at home like this for seven days, because there are cats and dogs, and there is no shortage of Internet, so An Mo is a little bit out of fun, so much so that when he heard the knock on the door, he jumped up from the sofa in shock.

When the man came back, he also saw the man's appearance clearly.

This is a very handsome man, with a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, as if he is mixed with blood from other countries, like a statue carefully shaped by God.He was tall and tall, An Mo just accidentally glanced at the tight shirt on his chest, and knew that this was the kind of figure he envied that looked thin when dressed, but fleshy when undressed.

The man came in, changed his clothes familiarly, and before An Mo could react, he hugged him and exchanged a deep kiss.

This kiss contained too much, full of affectionate love in the heat.

During the kissing process, many images flashed through An Mo's mind like a revolving lantern.

He and the man had intimate contact on the bed, like two dehydrated mermaids, entangled with each other, loving each other, and getting comfort from each other's back.

Kissing is commonplace, men like the feeling of a deep kiss, and he likes it too.

This feeling is really amazing, as if other people's feelings are imposed on him, and he is very integrated without rejection.

When they were separated, An Mo was still staring at the other party's bright red lips.

"I'll take a shower first." The man said softly, "Don't worry."

An Mo nodded, and it was only after the man left that he realized the deep meaning behind the phrase 'don't worry'.

It's not right, it's very wrong!

[System, take me away quickly. ]

An Mo called the system anxiously, because he had absolutely no resistance against that man.

As soon as the man comes back, he is like a fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered!

However, the system is destined not to reply to him. For a whole week, the system seemed to be blocked from the illusion by some bug.

Really, what's going on in the fast game, there are so many bugs and I don't know how to fix them!

Sitting on the sofa and thinking about countermeasures, at least not to sleep with a man tonight, otherwise the flames will be uncontrollable.An Mo is not a loyal and loyal man, maybe it is not a bad thing to sleep with such a man with good appearance, but he is afraid that he will occupy the magpie's nest, occupy his identity and position...

He had long wondered if this was a dreamland he had imagined, because apart from the fact that some basic settings could be matched, the other situations were beyond his imagination.

The biggest bug is that this man who inexplicably appears in the illusion seems to occupy the position of the leader.

So An Mo suspected that he was in someone else's illusion...

Who is it then?Imagine a soul mate who is exactly the same as you in terms of appearance, personality, and living habits?

An Mo didn't notice that the man appeared behind him after taking a shower, so that when he was hugged intimately from behind, An Mo's back was stiff and he didn't even dare to turn his neck.

"what happened?"

The warm breath sprayed on the neck, causing an ambiguous pimple.

"It's nothing." He shrank his neck uncomfortably, and said, "Uh, what do you want to eat? I haven't eaten yet."

"It's all right." The man let go of him and walked towards the kitchen, "I'll see what else is in the refrigerator."

An Mo was considering whether to hide upstairs, wait for the man to finish cooking before coming down, and eat directly without embarrassment.

Then he heard a voice from the kitchen, it was a man calling his name.

"An Mo, come in."

An Mo's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously looked in that direction.

"Huh?" His mouth was faster than his brain, he responded, paused, and walked towards the kitchen.

As soon as I entered, I saw a man standing in front of a large double-door refrigerator, looking into it with an unpredictable expression, and said: "There are not many vegetables, and meat and seafood have never been taken out. There are no drinks, and more than half of the ice cream has gone down." Snacks are the same." Then he opened the cabinet next to him, raised his eyebrows and said, "The convenience food is empty."

From the moment he started talking, An Mo felt guilty. He lowered his head, looked at his nose and heart, and looked a little pitiful without saying a word.

An Mo is a typical example of what you can save when you can. Sometimes, after eating time, you can make noodles casually, or open a box of self-heating convenience food. After eating, put it in a garbage bag and throw it away, which is quick and easy.

Who would have thought that the man would check the post after he came back.

"It looks like you didn't eat well at home." The man glanced over flatly, his tone of voice didn't seem to be that he really thought that An Mo didn't eat well.

An Mo knew that he was a little dissatisfied with his casual, lazy and not serious eating behavior, so he didn't answer the conversation.

In the end, the man sighed softly and said, "Let's go out first, and have dinner in half an hour."

An Mo felt that he could perform better, "I'll help you."

"can you cook?"

"It will..." An Mo said dryly.

He knows how to cook, not to mention serving as a helper, even cooking himself.

The man's eyes were fixed on him, An Mo was uncomfortable being watched, and when he was about to find a reason to leave, he suddenly said, "That's right, help me, so that I can eat faster."

His tone was casual and natural, as if the gaze that couldn't be ignored just now was not a scrutiny.

Cooking together by two people really got twice the result with half the effort. In less than half an hour, three dishes and one soup were ready and served on the table.

The cat jumped onto the chair and stretched out its short paws to reach for the fried meat on the plate. It was about to catch it, but was stopped by An Mo who brought the bowl in time.

"Huh?" An Mo uttered a nasal voice threateningly, "No."

"Meow~"

"Meow can't do it either, you can't eat it."

A chuckle came from behind, and An Mo restrained his emotions. As soon as he turned his head, he was kissed by the man.

"The taro always wants to eat our food. Several times it sneaked away while we were not paying attention. After being discovered by Ji Ke, he took advantage of his bigger body and cheekily snatched it away."

An Mo thought for two seconds in his seat before matching the identities of the two names 'Taro' and 'Jike'.

Taro is a long-haired cat, and Ji Ke is a big golden retriever.

During the past seven days, he called the long-haired cat as "Mimi", and when he called the golden-haired cat, he pouted his mouth and sucked twice.

"Well, when I ate noodles before, it wanted to taste the rest of the soup base." As he spoke, An Mo reached out and nodded some taro heads, "You are never short of freeze-dried cans, how can human food You want to eat too."

"What you can't get is the best." The man followed with a half-smile.

An Mo was very proud, and put a piece of fried meat into his mouth in front of Taro, without realizing how childish his behavior was.

The man's eyes were so hot that he almost engraved An Mo's every move in his bones.

When eating, the man gave An Mo the best of the best.I haven't eaten a serious meal for a few days. I either have a small hot pot with rice or just cook noodles. Now that I eat hot home-cooked food, An Mo has a big appetite. She usually eats less. It's time for a bowl of rice.

At the end of the meal, An Mo's stomach bulged a little.

"I have to go out for a walk in a while." He touched his obviously protruding belly and muttered in a low voice.

"I'm with you." The man said, "Go to work tomorrow?"

"Go." An Mo had already lived a life like a salted fish, "You..."

"I'll take you tomorrow." The man smiled, "There will be no morning meeting tomorrow, just go to work at normal time."

This man occasionally has morning meetings...

It can be seen that they are leaders.

Early the next morning, An Mo got into the man's car.

The car was driving in this strange city, and every time it passed by a place and saw a landmark building, the name of the place would appear in An Mo's mind.

Shopping malls, streets, squares...

The car finally drove into the underground parking lot of a building. An Mo followed the man out of the car, and the two got on the elevator together.

An Mo did not ignore the sign above the elevator - exclusive elevator.

Entering the elevator, the man first pressed the tenth floor and then the twelfth floor.

"Come up to rest at noon." He said suddenly, not a question, but a statement.

An Mo paused, and said, "Well, then I'll eat in the cafeteria."

"Well, I haven't seen my colleagues for a long time, and they won't let go of the opportunity to have dinner with you."

At first, An Mo was a little surprised by the meaning of these words. When he got out of the elevator and found the copywriting department on the tenth floor, as soon as he opened the door, the people inside looked at him in unison. He drowns.

"You finally came to work!"

"Newlyweds, congratulations."

"Hey, let me see if you've gained weight."

……

Everyone's enthusiasm overwhelmed An Mo.

There were only a dozen or so people in the copywriting team, and you kept talking to each other, forcing An Mo to crowd into his seat.

A middle-aged man came over and handed over some A4 papers.

"Your work." He said with a relaxed tone: "When you finish, this update will be settled."

An Mo responded, took a look, and was shocked.

This, this turned out to be a scene setting outline like an ancient Mary Sue? !

"Er..." An Mo never thought that he still has such a writing style, so he couldn't help raising his head and asked, "Is there a time limit?"

"Just give it to me before the end of the month." The man said, "A new version will be updated at the beginning of next month."

"Okay." After the words fell, a person's name suddenly flashed in his mind, and he answered tentatively, "Team Leader Wang."

The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction, and smiled kindly: "Happy newlyweds."

An Mo: "..."

What is a happy wedding!

After Team Leader Wang left, a group of colleagues gathered around his desk, both male and female, chatting with him very familiarly.

"We haven't dared to disturb you for the past few days, so we must go out to eat tonight, right?"

"Come on, the president is watching him too closely. It's still possible to go to the cafeteria to eat at noon."

"That's right, let's eat it at noon. I asked the auntie in the canteen for a mandarin duck pot in advance. Let's have hot pot!"

An Mo responded all the way, and while they were talking, they also found out their identities.

There are few people in the group, so they usually get along very well. Everyone is an ordinary person, and there is no intrigue. They chat, eat and work together. An Mo is also one of them.

From these few words, An Mo also learned that this is a world where same-sex marriage is legal, he is already married, and he is with the president of this company...

That is the man.

It stands to reason that once in contact with that man, the other party's identity should also automatically emerge.

But from the beginning to the end, An Mo didn't know the other party's name.

Morning, busy working time.

Opening the computer file, An Mo, with the help of a god, could grasp the nasty words at his fingertips. In just a few hours, most of the tasks planned for today were completed.

While writing this kind of nasty literature, he also knew that the company he was working for was a big company with countless apps, and the game was always at the top of the hottest list in China.And the department he was in was just a copywriting team for word games, which was nothing compared to big games. After all, this kind of word games only served some niche fans.

After finishing work in the morning, An Mo went to the cafeteria for dinner with everyone. He didn't often chat with others, and everyone didn't find it strange. On the contrary, An Mo felt that this was his own personality...

There were so many coincidences that An Mo had to keep them in mind.

The lunch break is very long, strictly speaking, there are about two and a half hours of rest.After eating a hot pot meal, there is still an hour left.

Just when he was hesitating whether to go upstairs to find the man as promised, a figure that made everyone hold their breath suddenly appeared in the field of vision.

It was a middle-aged woman, no matter in her attire or her expression, she revealed three words: female elite.

When she came to this table, she first greeted Team Leader Wang, and then said to An Mo, "The president asked if you finished eating?"

Everyone finished eating, the table was in a mess, and they were chatting. Hearing this, before An Mo could answer, he kindly helped to answer.

"It's over. An Mo, go upstairs quickly, don't keep the CEO waiting!"

An Mo, who wanted to find an excuse to escape: "..."

The author has something to say: There are still mentions in the follow-up of the end of the world. It should have been mentioned in yesterday's update, but I forgot to mention it. If there is any doubt, the plot needs to be mentioned later. It is related to the plot and will not be spoiled. !