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

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For Zhao Huayuan, it seemed that no warning was necessary.

"Zhao Huayuan, do you know what methods have been tried to reproduce Yang Soul in our underworld?" 422 asked with a solemn expression and lowered his voice.

"What method?" Zhao Huayuan was always curious about the operation of the non-human world, and he was immediately hooked.

"In our setting, there is a terrible world called ABO. You don't need to know what AB is, but O is the kind of male who can have children," 422 said dangerously: "After they grow up, they will be in a fixed place. Time emits pheromones, and at that time, even a man will become a fertility machine."

"Actually, the higher-ups wanted me to evaluate whether you can be an Omega." 422 looked at him distressedly, and sighed: "Oh, but I think O is a bit miserable, so I didn't report it, but if you are interested in this kind of Omega?" , um, being so interested in the act of reproduction, I'm going to have to rethink."

Zhao Huayuan tilted his head, as if he was also thinking.

Then her thin lips parted slightly, and she smiled seductively: "The key to this problem is not with me, but with you. Are you willing to let others touch me?"

The system glanced down from the man's Adam's apple. His body was like new snow, without any trace of being touched by others. If someone dared to take advantage of his absence, he would do something to this body...

Once thinking of this possibility, 422's eyes turned cold.

But soon, he suppressed this twisted thinking forcefully.

Zhao Huayuan will have a human partner, who will have a relationship with him sooner or later, is he mentally abnormal after staying with this person for a long time?

Who does he have sex with, and what does it have to do with himself.

"That's not certain," the system said with a sinister smile, threatening him: "Don't provoke me, be careful that I will report to you, and it will be too late to cry."

Zhao Huayuan, whose virginity was once again in crisis, was not only not nervous, but after observing his roommate's expression for a while, he leaned over and whispered in the other's ear, "You can turn me into an O, your O alone, I have no objection."

The breath next to his ears was like a feather that had just been drenched in rain, moist and light, with a bit of ambiguous temperature. This guy was deliberately seducing him, and deliberately lowered his voice, and his voice was slightly hoarse, making people feel numb all over.

The point is, as a system, 422 is really a bit seduced.

"Do you want our child? If this is your wish, it's not that I can't give birth to you, but..." Zhao Huayuan stepped up his strength, whispering in the system's ear, like tempting Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit poisonous snake.

But before he could say anything after the word "just", he was pushed away by his flushed roommate.

"You're sick, go, go, go, go, go!" 422 heard his ears, throat, and chest blazing, he didn't know how to place his hands and feet, and his language was chaotic to drive people away.

The war of words between humans and systems is ultimately won by the side with the thicker skin.

But if it continues and turns into a war of force, we don't know who will win and who will lose.

Zhao Huayuan, who had seen his roommates surge in fighting power, wisely chose a gradual policy. He didn't say the phrase "Just for the sake of fairness, you have to follow me now" and retreated temporarily.

When he was about to fall asleep at eleven o'clock, Zhao Huayuan said to his roommate who was testing the hair material: "Qisheng, can you come to our company to play a guest role in two days?"

The gray hair in 422's hands snapped off suddenly, and he turned around: "What?"

"I took a look, and there is a character that is really suitable for you." Zhao Huayuan leaned on the pillow, stared at the tablet with his fingers and analyzed seriously: "Do you want to try it? After all, if you want to really integrate into this society, you need money. .”

"Of course it doesn't matter if you want to rely on me. After all, it's what a man should do to support himself. I'm just afraid that you won't want to."

422 frowned: "I didn't rely on you to support me, did I?"

Zhao Huayuan smiled and said, "I'd like to, but you really should go out for a walk, it's not good to be bored at home all the time."

One day it was Zhao Huayuan's turn to say this sentence to others.

"More than 2000 a day, there are not many scenes, and there is no need to speak lines," Zhao Huayuan tilted his head to ask his roommate for advice: "How about it? Just make some extra money?"

More than 2000 a day, the income is not bad for ordinary office workers in this city, and they may indeed go out in the future, it is not good to always eat and live with Zhao Huayuan.

422 leaned over: "What are you going to do?"

Zhao Huayuan showed him the content on the tablet.

I saw that in the male third column, the screenwriter marked it in red capital letters: Handsome!Must be handsome!The next year's puppy!

Look at the characters again.

Male third: dumb.

Needless to say, the lines don't mean that, right?

He looked at Zhao Huayuan with questioning eyes.

Zhao Huayuan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "It's the third male."

"Didn't the screenwriter want handsome guys?"

"If you had hair."

He didn't understand: "If I don't care about it, can't you and Qin Yu act?"

"My personality and the character's temperament are too different. As for Qin Yu, he is a nominal CEO at any rate, not suitable to be an actor, not to mention that he is not a little milk dog, he is a real dog."

I don't know how Qin Yu in the ward felt when he heard this.

Seeing 422 hesitate, Zhao Huayuan sighed: "It's okay, if you don't have time, it's fine, but Lan Lan said this morning that she wanted to save money to send a set of clothes to Uncle Ultraman, alas, poor child, she thought you were too poor to have any clothes wear……"

It's just that I haven't made clothes yet, Lan Lan!

"If you can come up with the money," Zhao Huayuan glanced at his roommate secretly, and said sadly, "Lanlan wouldn't be so worried, would she?"

The roommate watched his performance and gritted his teeth: "Send me the script to read."

Probably after reading the script, the male third is really not too difficult, there is no need to talk, and there are not many scenes.

"You can concentrate on filming the scenes you want to appear in when you have free time, and we will try our best to accommodate your schedule." Zhao Huayuan thoughtfully said.

"And the kiss scene?" 422 pointed to a page of the script.

"Well, this maid has always liked the young master, but don't worry, the kissing scene is just this one, nothing more extreme." Zhao Huayuan explained: "And you can borrow a seat."

422 thought for a while: "I need to make time to take pictures."

At least I have to work overtime for an extra day's workload so as not to delay the work of the system, and I have to do my own hair, otherwise it will be very embarrassing if the wig falls off during filming.

Zhao Huayuan asked: "You agreed? Then I told the co-producer."

422 told him: "Tell her that I just might have time, if there is a better candidate, then you don't have to look for me."

"There is no better candidate than you," Zhao Huayuan pulled him onto the bed: "Don't mess with your hair, go to bed first, and I don't dislike you."

422 turned over and continued to fine-tune the diameter and length of the hair under the lamp: "If you want to sleep, you sleep by yourself."

"Want to sleep with you."

"It's your fault."

Zhao Huayuan reached out to turn off the light, and groped over in the dark: "The body is the capital of the revolution. Do you agree with this statement? Comrade Zhao Qisheng, I have wanted to talk about you for a long time. I have been staying up all night like this, and I have not seen how to rest. , if one day there is a problem with the body, won't it delay the progress even more?"

The ideological education meeting lasted for more than ten minutes, and the hair in 422's hands broke a dozen times.

422 was so annoyed that he simply increased the diameter of the hair to three centimeters and the length by one meter, twisted it into a rope and pointed at Zhao Huayuan: "Let's talk?"

Zhao Huayuan was like a dog skin plaster. Not only was he not afraid, but he also thoughtfully asked him where he was going to fight and if he wanted to take off his clothes.

Sure enough, people are shameless, and the world is invincible.

Nearly twelve o'clock, 422 didn't make a decent thing, he erased all the records in despair, and finally went to sleep.

It took nearly a week to finish the hairdo, and after finally having his own hair, 422 accepted the shooting project.

The screenwriting teacher of the script was very excited, standing in the dressing room and refusing to move.

"It's so touching," the screenwriter wiped away her non-existent tears: "I can see actors who fit the script so well in my lifetime."

Brother Yang also came over: "You look really good, it's rare to see such a distinctive actor now."

That's not what you said when you threw the bear. You said "this kind of bear is everywhere", why do you feel that I am unique now that I change my body.

422 looked at himself in the mirror.

In the mirror with its own soft white light, a young man in his early twenties looked at him.

His eyes were glass-like blue in the light, and because the pupils were too light, they looked ethereal and indifferent.

The hair and eyelashes are light gray, and the lips are also very pale. With a pure white shirt, the whole person looks sick and weak.

It is indeed very distinctive.

The screenwriter described his current image as "broken".

Although this body singled them out is not a problem.

"Today you have a scene to talk about, that is the one where the maid secretly kisses you," the screenwriter said next to him, "This needs to be enough to grasp the emotions, and now that the maid is replaced by the butler, it is even more complicated..."

"Wait," 422 caught the key word: "Butler?"

The director, who was studying the script, gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun and said vaguely, "Yes, you don't know?"

"Oh, that's right, this version was only approved two days ago," the director raised half of the bun in his hand: "The client insisted on changing the maid into a butler, and the producers talked to her many times but couldn't get it." Come down, and then Minister Zhao came forward and agreed."

422 asked in a dangerous tone: "When did your Minister Zhao agree?"

"This week."

This bastard.

The screenwriter reassured: "Don't worry, the butler, Director Zhao, said that he will act in person, and you can get along as usual."

Just say why Zhao Huayuan was so weird at the time.

It turned out to be waiting for him here.

"Have you changed your clothes?" Just as he was talking, the butler in the play came in.

Zhao Huayuan was wearing a black suit, and the tails of his eyes were raised slightly. The mole under his eyes made him look calm and charming, like a well-trained butler in a medieval castle.

He took the lip balm from the makeup artist, bent down and applied it to 422: "Young master, it's fine, it's weird if you put too much on your face."

The makeup artist quickly said: "Yes, yes, his foundation is already very good."

The director also nodded in satisfaction: "In this state, when you two act according to this feeling, there is basically no problem."

422 wanted to say something, Zhao Huayuan pressed his lips with his index finger: "The young master is dumb now and can't speak, if you want to tell me something, just fine."

"But your character is a puppy, so you have to ask for it to be cute."

This guy got into the show very quickly.

Today's filming was the scene of the villa, and it went smoothly. Zhao Huayuan only appeared briefly in the morning for more than ten minutes, and the rest of the time 422 was cooperating with the heroine.

The hostess is the tutor of the mute young master. The character played by 422 has always liked her, including love letters in his homework, buying her gifts constantly, and begging for companionship in different ways.

And because he was born unable to speak, the heroine also took good care of him, not willing to speak harshly to him, and tried to be gentle when rejecting him.

But the more gentle the heroine is, the more the young master feels that he still has hope, and he insists that as long as he is a normal person, he will be able to catch up with his sweetheart.

So there was this scene at 06:30 in the evening——

The young master was too eager to heal his throat, so he took medicine indiscriminately and fell into a coma.

The housekeeper who had been taking care of him since he was a child secretly kissed the young master at night when he was insane.

This is the first time in the script that the butler clearly shows his love for the young master.

At 32:[-] in the evening, amidst a large pile of photographic equipment, the camera pointed at the young man who was in pain and restlessness on the bed even in his sleep.

A hand with well-articulated bones was placed on the young man's forehead, his slender fingers wiped away the fine beads of sweat, and slid across the slightly trembling eyelids on this pale face with endless pity.

"Master."

The two syllables are clear and full of tenderness, melting in the lonely air.

Along with these two words, a long sigh followed.

"Ozawa." The butler murmured the young master's childhood nickname and leaned down.

When the soft touch came over, 422's hand hidden under the quilt tightly clenched the sheet.

Zhao Huayuan didn't borrow a seat at all!

He just really kissed it.

"I like you." After a brief touch, the man's breath fell on his face, his ears were hot and humid, and the scorching temperature seemed to leave burn marks nearby: "Can you take a look at me?"

This sentence is not in the script.

But the scene was very quiet and no one interrupted him.

The lips were gently crushed and rubbed by another person's soft lips. In a place that could not be noticed by others, Zhao Huayuan's index finger reached into the cuff, scraping the skin on the inside of 422's wrist, and the tip of his tongue gently swept across the teeth...