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

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Zhao Huayuan pulled him into the company, tested the temperature on the other's cheek with the back of his hand: "Is it cold outside?"

The co-producer at the side hesitated to speak, but 422 blocked her words directly: "Impossible."

"Little brother, we actually..." The co-producer was dying.

"Miss, you can't do it." Another decisive refusal.

Zhao Huayuan pursed his lips and smiled, held 422's hand, and led him to his station.

Along the way, all the employees would turn their heads to look at the boy brought by Director Zhao, and even the editors who were obsessed with editing and ignoring world affairs were reminded by their colleagues to look this way.

This company is like a wolf's den, and everyone looks at themselves as if they are looking at their prey.

With a strong sense of crisis, 422 took out Zhao Huayuan's ID card from his pocket and put it on the table, saying, "I'm going back."

Zhao Huayuan clenched his wrist tightly: "Let's go back together, I'll be off work soon."

Colleagues around also said repeatedly, "Yes, wait for Minister Zhao", "Stay here and sit", those who bring snacks get snacks, those who bring water, those who send data lines send data lines, and surround 422. It was a leak.

As if entering the Haidilao hot pot restaurant's system, he was confused by the enthusiasm of these plane characters. Zhao Huayuan got up and warned them: "I'll get a card, don't scare him."

Everyone promised well, but as soon as Zhao Huayuan left, his colleagues surrounded him like wolves.

"My little brother's eyes are so special, are they colored contact lenses? Or are they foreigners? Are you interested in earning some extra money?"

"Actually, I'm about to write a script recently, and I suddenly feel that the protagonist of the script is very similar to you."

"What's my brother's name, and what is his relationship with Minister Zhao? In fact, Minister Zhao promised to help me find a good actor half a year ago, but he never fulfilled it..."

The commotion outside even alarmed the president's office, Qin Yu opened the door irritably, and shouted, "What are you shouting about?"

Across the crowd, 422 met his eyes.

After a short period of stagnation in the air, Qin Yu suddenly stood up straight, straightened the collar of his suit, and said solemnly: "Cough, go back to your seat."

The employees scattered unwillingly.

Qin Yu strode forward with long legs, inadvertently exposed the Earl watch on his wrist, walked elegantly and noblely beside 422, and leaned on the table: "Did my brother come to our company to apply for a job?"

The staff on the side immediately gave him a popular science about the boy's identity in a low voice.

Mr. Qin stroked his chin, his pupils, which were as bright as jewels, shone with a strange luster, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was deep and magnetic: "So that's the case, is it Minister Zhao's friend? You are indeed his friend."

He smiled slightly, and the gentleman was gentle: "It's too noisy outside, come to my office to rest? I will let Minister Zhao get off work as soon as possible."

No matter how mature he pretended to be in front of him, 422 would never forget the way Qin, surnamed Qin, cried bitterly when he chased after Zhao Huayuan.

And what is Qin Yu's state now, why does it feel so disgusting and so familiar, it is very similar to the oily look he had when he fell in love with Zhao Huayuan back then.

He has never had a good temper with perverts: "Get out of here."

Mr. Qin was scolded unceremoniously in front of the whole company's employees.

All employees showed a silent "ah" panic.

But otherwise, how can we say that Qin is always our reserve protagonist to attack.

He smiled charmingly: "The temper is very similar to that of Minister Zhao. I have always admired you for being straightforward."

I admire you.

Not only was Qin Yu not angry, but he became more and more interested. He took out a gold-stamped business card from his pocket and handed it to the scolding person: "This is my business card. If you need it, you can always find me. Let's be friends ?”

A icy voice came from not far away: "No need, Boss Qin, he has social phobia and doesn't usually deal with people."

Zhao Huayuan came over, pushed Qin Yu's business card away calmly, put himself in the middle, and said to 422: "Be patient, I will finish it soon."

But Qin Yu is so easy to dismiss?Finding all kinds of reasons is to talk to new prey.

In the end, Zhao Huayuan was so annoyed that he put down his work and pulled Qin Yu aside, and said something in a low voice.

Young Master Qin suddenly hit the top of his head like a bolt from the blue, looked at 422 in disbelief, and went back to the office very disappointed.

When he came back, 422 asked Zhao Huayuan what he had said to him, Zhao Huayuan smiled mysteriously and kept it secret.

After finishing work neatly, the two of them took the subway to pick Lan Lan up from school together.

In the compartment, 422 held his head the whole time.

Zhao Huayuan didn't understand what he meant, and said with a smile, "Are you doing performance art?"

422 glanced at him, and whispered uncomfortably in his ear: "There are too many people, it feels like the wig is about to be squeezed out."

The culprit who caused the embarrassing situation not only did not reflect, but also laughed louder. 422 was so angry that he stabbed the opponent's waist.

Zhao Huayuan smiled back, at least he did some serious business.

He took off his coat, and put the hood on 422's head: "I have so many clothes, but you chose the one without a hood."

"Take it with you."

While the two were talking, almost the entire carriage was looking at them.

The young girls had strange blushes on their faces, and the men looked at them with avoidance or disgust.

It's been a bad day since the afternoon, 422 couldn't hold back and opened his eyes, wanting to know what this group of humans were thinking.

As soon as I opened it, I saw a photo of him and Zhao Huayuan in a familiar gy group, followed by:

Alas, as expected, all handsome guys have targets.

So last time that handsome guy was attacking?Too rare.

Buddy, can you tell me where the hair was dyed? I also want to have it done.

You did not attack.

……

422 stared at their group.

What attack and what to suffer?Please explain to me clearly.

At this time, Zhao Huayuan gave him a headset and wanted to recommend a song to him. 422 turned his shoulders and avoided his hand: "Get out."

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Fortunately, they didn't take the subway for a long time. After six stops, they transferred to the bus again, and they picked up the child smoothly.

According to Zhao Huayuan's suggestion, they went back to Lan Lan's former residential area, left their contact information and address, and informed the neighbor Zhang about what had happened.

The old lady burst into tears, and kept scolding Lan Lan's father for being an asshole, and gave Zhao Huayuan a bunch of local products, saying thank you to the young man for being willing to help the child.

Zhao Huayuan held Leicha in his left hand and glutinous rice cakes in his right hand, and promised that he would bring Lanlan back to see her often.

During this period, Lan Lan's cheap father never showed up.

On the way back, Zhao Huayuan introduced the names and eating methods of these local products to 422. 422 could probably recognize what they were, and Zhao Huayuan gave him a lot of new knowledge.

"We often drink Leicha in our hometown. We make a bowl of it for breakfast and pair it with fried dough sticks. It will fill our stomach immediately." Zhao Huayuan's expression was soft.

422 seldom listened to him take the initiative to mention his own affairs, and listened very intently: "Where is your hometown?"

Zhao Huayuan stared at the white advertising seat cover on the front seat of the taxi, his eyebrows were loosened: "I haven't been back for a long time, I don't know how it is now."

No answer.

But obviously, Zhao Huayuan's expression when recalling his relatives and hometown was less enthusiastic and joyful than others, but more regretful and hidden pain.

Ask him why he didn't go back, and the answer he gets will most likely be bad.

422 didn't get to the bottom of it.

He didn't ask, Zhao Huayuan turned his head instead: "Why don't you go back if you don't ask me?"

"You want me to ask?"

"You can ask what you want."

"Then why don't you go back?"

Zhao Huayuan squeezed Lan Lan's small palm, and said lightly, "Because there is no need to go back, the family members are all dead."

As expected, as soon as Zhao Huayuan's answer came out, the atmosphere in the car froze.

Lan Lan's little hand held Zhao Huayuan's index finger backwards, silently comforting, even the taxi driver said in substandard Mandarin: "Young man, hold back, Yuqi is your home."

Zhao Huayuan hooked his lips with a relieved and numb calm.

In fact, not only family members, many people died.

As long as it is someone who has a deep relationship with me, it is either confirmed to be dead or missing, as if——

Die because of him.

Zhao Huayuan glanced at the people around him, with the fear that the other party couldn't understand.

His life was different and he came back.

He's not human, so he's different.

He is the only one in Zhao Huayuan's life who left and then returned.

Of course, there is no need to know these things, even if you are not human, you will be taboo to yourself with this physique, right?

He didn't go any deeper.

Since then, the two adults haven't spoken much, but Lanlan deliberately said some interesting things in school in order to divert Zhao Huayuan's attention.

She said that after Uncle Zhao sent her to school in the morning, the students in the class were shocked. Even the English teacher came to ask for Uncle Zhao's contact information, but she did not give it to her.

She also said that there was a boy in the class who wanted to steal her homework, so she stepped on him severely and told the head teacher, who punished the boy to stand outside the classroom for a class.

Sensing the little girl's efforts, Zhao Huayuan rubbed her hair, and responded with a sentence or two from time to time, his expression was always filled with a trace of sadness that couldn't be shaken off.

In 422's impression, Lan Lan had never talked so much to anyone.

Also, children are born with a desire to express themselves, to get the attention of adults, and when someone is willing to listen, they can't wait to tell everything about what they have experienced.

After school, telling parents what happened in school is a childhood that every child should have, but Lan Lan rarely has the experience of being listened to.

If things go on like this, there is no guarantee that the current her will not become the next Zhao Huayuan.

After becoming an adult, I stay silently in the space I built, digesting all my emotions and licking my wounds alone.

For a moment, 422 felt that it would be great if Lanlan was Zhao Huayuan's child.

They just happen to heal each other.

When getting out of the car, Zhao Huayuan took 422's hand naturally. According to the general situation, 422 would definitely shake him off.

But this time, 422 chose to tolerate.

The corners of Zhao Huayuan's lips curved deeper, so he changed the angle and inserted five fingers into his.

The tactile sensation of joints colliding with each other and the temperature of skin blending are all transmitted into the brain waves through the movements of fingers interlocking.

"Hey, you," a voice suddenly appeared in my mind broke the transmission of this strange signal, and the programmer sent a voice through the dialog box: "The role of Zhao Huayuan is getting more and more dangerous, don't say I didn't warn you when something happened. you."

422 frowned: "I know."

He looked at Zhao Huayuan's soft and satisfied eyebrows and eyes when he bowed his head to talk to Lan Lan, felt the man's scheming hands intertwined with him outside the child's notice, and said to the programmer: "Zhao Huayuan, don't meddle, I will handle it. "

"You handle it?" The programmer said sarcastically, "My boss told me not to provoke you. He said you used to have a nickname."

422 thumped in his heart.

The programmer typed those two words:

mad dog.