After the system became a teddy bear, the roommate took a fancy to it

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The first thing Zhao Huayuan did when he got the bear was to observe its condition.

Sure enough, he pinched the obvious emptiness in the bear's belly.

He frowned slightly, and scratched the teddy bear's chin with his index finger almost reassuringly.

The bear's paw pawed at him.

This small response made Zhao Huayuan's eyebrows stretch a lot.

"Ah! Xiaomei is back!" Ah Man noticed the familiar brown, rolled over from the sofa, put on slippers and ran over quickly, blinking his big eyes and asking, "Did you eat well outside? I lost a lot of weight."

As an ordinary doll, there is no such thing as a teddy bear with special functions: "..."

Brother Bi put down the guitar, walked over and patted the neighbor's skinny shoulder, and said comfortingly: "It's good if I get it back, let me dry my hair first, I'll catch a cold later."

Zhao Huayuan nodded, and led Lan Lan into the room.

He placed the girl on the sofa: "Sit down for a while, I'll blow my head and come over."

He was talking about blowing hair, but he brought the girl's teddy bear into the bathroom.

Zhao Huayuan took the bear under the heating lamp in the bathroom and examined it carefully: "It feels strange, has it been sewn again? The tail is also scorched, and the smell has changed..."

Just as he was speaking, the bathroom door closed automatically, and a white figure quietly appeared behind him.

The white figure stretched out his hand and lifted the wet and cold hair on the man's forehead: "Why were you vomiting just now?"

The voice is coming from the voice assistant.

It's been a long time since they communicated like this.

The man held the hand next to his face. The model's hand was not warm, while his own was cold and woody, trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"It's nothing serious. The doctor said it was due to the cold in the stomach and the high pressure." Zhao Huayuan slid his fingertips across the unfamiliar skin of the model, rubbed the inside of 422's arm, and said in a low voice, "It should get better soon."

The voice assistant "Little E" scolded him unceremoniously: "I only eat those things every day, but the factory puts a knife on your neck and forbids you to eat other things? If you are not sick, whoever is sick."

The resident dumpling guests in the refrigerator can recite 422 fluently any filling, nothing more than leeks, eggs, corn and pork.

If you eat different flavors, the nutrition will be more balanced, but Zhao Huayuan only eats those kinds.

Thinking about it made me feel angry, 422 pulled out the warm baby and stuck it on Zhao Huayuan's abdomen. Two abrupt square stickers appeared on the black sweater: "Will you die if you learn two dishes from the brother next door?"

The person being trained was so obedient: "Okay."

"Is it better?"

"It's much better." Zhao Huayuan turned around, rubbed his lips against the model's forehead, and said with a sense of satisfaction, "It will be fine when you come back."

The model petrified for half a second, and pushed him away: "What are you doing?"

When I was a bear, it was the duty of the doll to be hugged and occasionally kissed. Now this is a model made by 422 myself. I want to use it as a body in this world in the future. Can I kiss casually?

Hearing this, Zhao Huayuan frowned, with a painful expression on his face, and said weakly, "Well, my stomach hurts again."

422 almost couldn't hold back the hot hand, and threw the hair dryer to him: "Hurry up and blow it, Lan Lan is waiting outside."

The little girl is very embarrassed at your house, she just sat on the sofa without moving her snacks and drinks.

"I haven't eaten, and I can't hold it with my hands."

"..." 422 watched his performance with cold eyes, and hit the hair dryer on his face.

Patient Zhao had no choice but to work with his own body.

While drying his hair, he looked behind him at the white humanoid leaning against the door with his hands crossed on his chest.

"Your face has been fully adjusted?" Zhao Huayuan pursed his lips and said, "It's so beautiful."

Put it vertically on the phone screen in front of the mirror, and the file transfer assistant sends a message:

Of course, girls call me Ultraman.

Zhao Huayuan laughed out loud.

But immediately, the arc of the corner of his mouth drooped down.

On the file transfer assistant, except for this latest message and the "open door" just received, all other messages were sent by Zhao Huayuan in the air.

"Can you see the news?"

"Qisheng?"

"Are you there?"

"Where are you?"

……

All inquiries have not been answered, as if nothing has been heard.

If 422 hadn't come back today because of an accident, according to Zhao Huayuan's obsession with shower gel, dumplings and other things, this hopeless conversation might last at least a year.

Silently accused by these chat records, 422's few consciences felt the sting.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked over from the door, took the hair dryer in Zhao Huayuan's hand, passed through the warm and soft hair with one hand, and blew the last few strands of damp hair along the direction of the hair tip with the other hand.

Zhao Huayuan raised his eyebrows, lowered his head in enjoyment, his white and slender neck was revealed from between the waving black hair and the collar of his sweater.

Suddenly 422 noticed a small strange color between black and white.

pink.

With a thud in his heart, he pulled the sweater collar off Zhao Huayuan's back along the pink trace, turned off the hair dryer, and asked anxiously, "What is this?"

The bug with this body model has been fixed, and after speaking 422 found out that he can speak, but now he doesn't care about it at all.

Before Zhao Huayuan could speak, he followed up with another sentence: "When did you do it? With whom?"

Could it be that Zhao Huayuan had already had a relationship with Qin Yu when he was not around?

Or someone else?

Zhao Huayuan saw that his fighting power wasn't that low, how could it happen after only a dozen days...

Zhao Huayuan turned his head, clutching his neck in a daze.

He leaned in front of the mirror and looked at it with difficulty for a long time, only to find the suspicious red mark on the back of his neck and right shoulder.

He froze for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Laughing fart." This laughter was like adding fuel to the fire, and 422 felt that the heart, liver and lungs that hadn't been made in his body were burning: "Say, who is it?"

Which little bastard doesn't have eyes, the one who touches him.

When Zhao Huayuan heard that he was being scolded, he became happier, covered his mouth and coughed lightly twice.

ill.

422 glanced at him, grabbed the doorknob and was about to leave.

At worst, he will check it himself.

Zhao Huayuan pressed his hand, pushed back the door that had been opened two centimeters, and blocked him from behind with the body model next to the door.

The man supported the wooden door with his right hand, and put his left hand on the back of the hand that was holding the doorknob tightly, wrapping the furious someone in his arms.

The scorching breath sprinkled on the back of the white and shiny neck, he deliberately put his face next to the other's shoulder, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you think this is how the marks on my neck came from?"

Then, gently print on the lips at the same place as the red mark on your body.

After talking about it, the whole model of 422 is not good.

Zhao Huayuan's touch was like a soft tempered sword. After a short period of coldness, a ball of evil fire suddenly rose from the stabbed place, centered on the kissed place, and the surrounding skin burned.

Beneath the burning surface, the sharp blade pierced deep into the body, almost shaking the soul.

It's okay to go on like this, 422 didn't care whether Zhao Huayuan was sick or not, he grabbed the man's collar with his backhand and threw him to the ground.

Today is different from the past, he can throw a fat man weighing more than 200 catties like cabbage, let alone Zhao Huayuan who didn't even eat dinner?

Lan Lan, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly heard a dull sound of a heavy object falling from the bathroom, as well as a slight moan of pain.

Lan Lan thought for a while, and asked through the door: "Uncle, are you okay?"

Zhao Huayuan replied desperately: "It's nothing..."

The perpetrator kicked Zhao Huayuan's arm: "Next time you dare to do this, your legs will be broken."

"My lord, please forgive me," Zhao Huayuan got up from the ground, wanting to cry, "I'm just giving you an example, don't you just miss me that much?"

"Do you know what's on your neck?" Was it voluntary, or was it left behind when it was unconscious.

"Should know but don't know."

"speak English."

Zhao Huayuan put the warm baby that fell on the ground back on his clothes, and said helplessly, "I accidentally made it myself."

"What do you mean?"

"When you are overworked, it will hurt here." Zhao Huayuan pointed to his right neck and shoulders: "Occasionally, he will put on a medicine patch, so it will leave traces. If you don't believe it, you can smell it."

422 approached suspiciously, and sniffed around the red marks. Sure enough, in addition to the smell of shower gel and shampoo, there was also a smell similar to mint herbs.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" 422 asked.

"I want to say," Zhao Huayuan rubbed his shoulders and smiled, "You are in a hurry."

In the end, it was all his own fault.

422 discovered that Zhao Huayuan has a special ability, every time you want to treat him well, he will always give you a reason to beat him.

Just like now, 422 has completely forgotten why he hurried to this apartment even though he drove off the road. He even wondered if he was here to beat someone up.

"You're so pretty." Zhao Huayuan suddenly exaggerated 422's current appearance, "Did you look like this?"

"No," said the person being praised sullenly, "my original face doesn't shine."

But everything else is the same.

Blue to almost transparent pupils, pale skin, and lips that were complained by colleagues as if they were born with mean words, all of these are copied from the original appearance.

"You are limited to come out within three seconds." 422 was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, opened the door and walked towards Lan Lan.

She was alone when the door was closed, but when Uncle Ultraman appeared when the door was opened, Lan Lan glanced curiously at the bathroom.

Towels and several bottles and cans fell on the ground, and the inside was a bit messy.

"Is that uncle okay?" Lan Lan asked with some worry.

"You'll be fine if you throw the water out of your brain," Uncle Altman patted her head and said, "We'll rest here temporarily today, and I'll send you to school tomorrow."

Lan Lan happily took his hand: "Okay."

Zhao Huayuan didn't have dinner. After Lan Lan heard about it, she very sensiblely said that she would make him supper.

Open the freezer, as expected, it is full of dumplings.

The two dumpling masters had an in-depth exchange on which brand of dumplings is the best, whether to add cold water when serving the dumplings, etc., and they quickly became acquainted.

Seeing one big and one small under the warm light in the kitchen, 422 felt a little surprised.

Whether it's Zhao Huayuan or Lan Lan, this is the first time 422 has seen them chat like this with anyone.

Is it because they have similar personalities?

While thinking about it, Lan Lan asked, "Uncle, what is your relationship with Uncle Ultraman?"

Only Zhao Huayuan replied smoothly: "I am his lover on earth..."

422 deftly went to get the slippers from the shoe cabinet, and headed straight for the kitchen.