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

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Fortunately, it is a female system, 422 will be more tolerant, he resisted the desire to explode: "How long will it take?"

"Up to two days! No! One day!"

"Are you going to let me stay like this for a day?"

"Actually... No, no, no, half a day, at most half a day!" The subordinate suppressed the dangerous speech that almost blurted out, and responded in a panic.

It was a new system that made a mistake, and I usually work very hard, so it’s hard to blame others. 422 couldn’t go out in one breath, and it was so awkward that everything was wrong.

Zhao Huayuan watched Qi Sheng staring at the air, guessing that he was looking for trouble in the main space.Then I saw his eyebrows furrowed together, looking like he was going to have a seizure or not, and realized that he must have been blocked back.

According to what he knew about him, he would be out of anger later, and the fire would have to be spilled on himself, so when he came back to his senses and turned his head to look at him fiercely, he shot at the wardrobe with a stride, and pulled out a cupboard from inside. A white hat, hand it over: "Here, use the hat to cover it."

422 gritted his teeth and looked at him for a while, then grabbed the hat and put it on.

The ears are really cute, and it doesn't feel like putting them on Huang Jian's body, but when animal ears appear on his head, especially the furry and round bear ears, the lethality is infinite.

It's a pity that in order to save his life, he could only watch those ears covered.

Zhao Huayuan shifted his regretful gaze to Qisheng's waist, the bulging short bear tail hidden under the flannelette is also damningly imaginative.

What's more, his tail seems to be very sensitive, and he found it when he just pinched it.

"What are you looking at?" A pair of cold eyes suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Huayuan, who was doing various creations in his mind.

"Don't! Qisheng!" Zhao Huayuan stepped back immediately and shouted, "It's not my problem this time, is it? I'm innocent! Why did you hit me when there was something wrong with you? Can you see if I can still stand it?!"

"..." The owner of the eyes stared at him for a while, pulled off his hat, got up and left.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Huayuan stretched out his hand to pull him.

"Sleep." Today Lan Lan is not at home, Zhao Huayuan and 422 can sleep on the bed and the sofa, but 422 is not willing to sleep on the same bed with Zhao Huayuan, so he goes straight to the sofa.

"No." Zhao Huayuan patted the newly replaced mattress under his hands: "Come in and sleep, it's not good if the things on your head get sleepy and Aman and the others see it."

422 thinks about it too: "Then you go to sleep on the sofa."

Zhao Huayuan raised his bandaged hand with a sad and pitiful expression: "You actually let a disabled person like me sleep on the sofa. It's so cold in winter. When I have a fever again, why don't you just take care of it?"

"Shut up." Zhao Huayuan had no ghosts in his heart, 422 would not believe it.

As a result, after eleven o'clock——

422 Qiang opened his tired eyes and threatened: "Don't lean this way, if you cross this line," he pointed to the line between the two quilts: "Just wait and see."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Huayuan responded, watched Qisheng nod his head twice, and soon fell asleep.

Under the night light, it was as peaceful as it could be, and the bear's ears drooped a little, as furry as a hibernating animal. "It's so cute." Zhao Huayuan couldn't help laughing, and quietly crossed the [-]th parallel tentatively with his fingers, but there was no resistance from the other party.

Then he secretly poked Qisheng's face by tucking in the quilt. This person spoke fiercely, but in fact he didn't have the slightest bit of defense after sleeping next to him.

Zhao Huayuan moved cautiously for a long time, and finally became ruthless, lifted his quilt, and hugged him to his side.

Is the bear going to hibernate? I feel that Qisheng sleeps very deeply tonight. Being moved like this, he only occasionally frowned and hummed softly.

Even the unconscious ravings overflowing from his throat made Zhao Huayuan blush and heartbeat.

He put the person warmly into his quilt, and stroked the other person's back through the pajamas with his hands. Even though the pajamas were quite thick, the thin bones on the back could still be felt.

A burst of heartache caught off guard.

In my dream, I touched this person's back a lot. I only felt that the hands were slippery and greasy, the skin was like fat, and at the same time, the bones were clear, neat and powerful, and every inch was sexy, but I never thought about what was on his back.

In his previous life, he was a prince with a very high status. To be honest, he was born with him at that time, and he seemed to feel that he had paid more.

Busy with state affairs, busy with family affairs, busy with advising the emperor, busy with governing the country and the family, and thinking that I am working hard for the safety and future of the two, so busy, the person I love the most suddenly doesn’t know where to go what's wrong.

He never dreamed of his life and death, and he wasn't sure if it was because he didn't even know his lover died in his previous life.

If that's the case, how lonely and desolate Qisheng would be when he faced the endless darkness after death alone.

"It's born." Zhao Huayuan sighed, breathing in the scent of shampoo from his lover's hair that came from the same series as himself.

In this life, no matter what, you will never be alone.

Zhao Huayuan glanced at the ceiling.

There is always a system watching from above, and I feel a shock in my heart.

With his arms around him, he slid into the quilt, lightly touched his lips with his lips, and groped with his hands, reaching towards the direction of the tail.

Sure enough, as soon as his hand rubbed a ball of soft hair, Qisheng moved, his lips opened, and a cloud of sweet and greasy air was exhaled.

Zhao Huayuan held it in his mouth, and his hands continued to move, some kissed the collarbone that slipped out of the clothes, or lightly nibbled the soft bear ears.

A night of dark and sweet dreams, I don't feel bright and bright.

Facts have proved that his life is really linked to the habits of bears now.

The specific manifestation is that it is almost nine o'clock, and he still hasn't woken up.

Fortunately, he didn't wake up, otherwise he would see those red marks around his neck, around his collarbone, and even further down. Zhao Huayuan really didn't know if he would still be able to go to work today.

Zhao Huayuan actually didn't want to do so much, but he really couldn't help it. A little bit of crossing the boundary, and then further crossing the boundary, until the whole territory was contaminated with his breath, he couldn't stop.

He had already put his neck on the beheading platform. Anyway, before he left, he would die if he didn't kiss him, and he would die if he kissed him. After buttoning the last button, Zhao Huayuan bent down and kissed his lover on the lips.

The programmer is hanging from the ceiling, and he doesn't know how to cure the eye disease caused by watching too much.

This bastard Zhao Huayuan did it secretly under the quilt. He really couldn't see it, but he saw Zhao Huayuan get up early in the morning to clean the sheets, and took out a complete set of pajamas from under the quilt—the one 422 wore before going to bed last night. set.

Damn, 422, how can you sleep.

Zhao Huayuan kissed the person on the bed contentedly, and left with his bag.

When they arrived at the company, Wang Jian and Qin Yu also went to work.

They met each other in the elevator, Wang Jian still looked like he had just returned from Hawaii, wearing big blue and white pants and a red and white plaid shirt leading the company's fashion trend, when he saw Zhao Huayuan coming in, he raised his eyes subtly.

After getting off the elevator, Zhao Huayuan found that Wang Jian couldn't straighten his back when he was walking. It seemed that he hadn't recovered after being beaten by Qi Sheng, and Zhao Huayuan wasn't much better either.

After punching out the card, Zhao Huayuan glanced at Wang Jian and went to the bathroom. Wang Jian understood and went to the bathroom too.

Two fellow sufferers who had been beaten by the same thug until they had only half a tube of blood left met and came to the familiar corridor, and the corridor had long been renovated by some magical power, and it was even brighter and cleaner than before.

Zhao Huayuan came to the trash can where Wang Jian once had a head of instant noodle soup in it, and said straight to the point: "I can agree to your request, but you have to agree to one condition."

"What conditions?" Wang Jian became angry when he saw the yellow trash can, and kicked it with his leg.

"Are you sure you're not being monitored?" Zhao Huayuan asked.

He had the impression that Qisheng could monitor his own state if he wanted to.

"No." Wang Jian relied on monitoring and shielding monitoring to eat and survive. How could he not have this ability.

"I want to be the protagonist." After getting a safe answer, Zhao Huayuan expressed his request.

"What the hell?" Wang Jian frowned and asked with a popsicle in his mouth, "What's the protagonist?"

"Aren't you a system?" Zhao Huayuan leaned against the wall, staring at the other party with dark eyes: "The protagonist of the script, can't you do it?"

"How can I do this, big brother," Wang Jian complained: "I have been away from the main space for so many years, how can I do this to you without permission?"

"Then you still said to help Qisheng get rid of the hunt, even if you can't do that, what else can you do?"

Wang Jian laughed angrily at the contempt and disapproval in Zhao Huayuan's mouth: "Fuck, don't take it easy. If I really make a script for you, I will be caught by the main space. You want to be the protagonist and ask your concubine if she wants to?" ?”

Zhao Huayuan gave him a look of "You are the real dish".

Wang Jian's severely injured waist was involved in his movements, and his face twisted: "Damn, your wife's temper can be cured." Halfway through speaking, he looked left and right: "Where is your wife? Are you here?"

"No." Zhao Huayuan tidied up his cuffs in a leisurely manner, examining the reflection of the white buttons: "He has something to do, so he won't come over for the time being. Let's make a long story short, and I can't guarantee when he will wake up."

"Don't just say what you want, I'll let you convince your wife, haven't you said it yet?" Otherwise, why are you afraid that Xuanlong will come over.

When Wang Jian signed the contract with the system above, he didn't think that Xuanlong was still alive, but now he suddenly rushed out, and the plan was completely messed up.

The key point is that you can’t mess with Xuanlong. Although he is also seriously injured now, he just has a residual consciousness, but the experience of dealing with Xuanlong back then is vivid in his memory, which scares the system too much. Wang Jian feels a little guilty when he mentions this name , it just doesn't show up.

Before Xuanlong came out, Wang Jian didn't care about the life and death of Zhao Huayuan's soul at all. It's just a plane character. To be honest, if the system dominates and despises plane characters, then It's normal, orthodox, and if you treat plane characters well, that's abnormal.