To survive [Quick Transmigration]

Three days passed quickly. Wei Shufeng came over at four o'clock in the afternoon. Mo Zhaoyuan would not admit that he had been waiting for him all day. When he saw Wei Shufeng, he said indifferently: "Mr. Wei."

Wei Shufeng has long been psychologically prepared for this situation, so he is not as at a loss as he was three days ago.The curvature of the corners of his lips remained unchanged, and he still smiled gently and elegantly: "Liu Hui, as I said before, I want to take you to a place, is it convenient for you now?"

After all, some places are different.If it was Wei Shufeng before, he probably wouldn't have asked "Is it convenient for you now", and would have just said "Follow me".

Mo Zhaoyuan felt that Wei Shufeng's change could be called "very interesting".Because generally like Wei Shufeng, who has always been flattered and grown up, it is not so easy to reflect on himself, let alone make corrections in just a few days.

Well, Xiaoqifen always surprises people.

"I don't have anything else to do." Mo Zhaoyuan pursed his lips, a hint of annoyance flashed across his brows, "I mean, there is nothing inconvenient."

He seemed a little awkward, but he didn't want to look too nervous.Wei Shufeng then understood that Liuhui didn't feel nothing for him—no, it didn't matter whether it was love or not.A few days ago, he thought that Liu Hui had withdrawn all his "likes" for him, but that was not the case.

If it was really about treating strangers, Liu Hui's attitude would not be like this.Liu Hui should be gentler and more polite, not like a child throwing a tantrum like this.

Wei Shufeng's expression became softer, and the smile in his voice was undisguised: "Since it's all right, can we go?"

Mo Zhaoyuan responded softly, stood up and followed him away.The key had already been brought with him, and when Mo Zhaoyuan closed the door of the ward, Wei Shufeng suddenly held his hand.

Sensing Mo Zhaoyuan's move to withdraw his hand, Wei Shufeng held it tightly and said, "Liu Hui's leg is not fully healed yet, right? It should be more comfortable to support someone."

Do you want to just hug me?Mo Zhaoyuan rolled his eyes silently in his heart, this excuse is too bad, he has never heard of people with bad legs who need to hold hands.It's another thing to walk with people, but interlocking fingers or something

Well, he just pretended not to know.

Mo Zhaoyuan didn't speak, but he didn't want to pull his hand back, as if he had acquiesced in Wei Shufeng's actions.

"Let's go!" Wei Shufeng couldn't help showing a smile.He led Mo Zhaoyuan out of the hospital like this, and came to his Maserati sports car parked not far away.The shape of the sports car is better than ordinary cars. The streamlined body has a beautiful arc, and the silver body shimmers slightly under the sunlight, which is very eye-catching.

Wei Shufeng opened the door of the passenger seat for Mo Zhaoyuan in a gentlemanly manner, and after Mo Zhaoyuan got in the car, he specially helped him remember the seat belt.This action was a bit too intimate, Mo Zhaoyuan could feel the breath sprayed out of Wei Shufeng's breath when he bent down, he turned his head slightly, and looked out at the street scene through the car window.

This is a silent refusal.Wei Shufeng's movements paused for a moment, but he quickly returned to nature.

"Well, it's ready." Saying this, Wei Shufeng straightened up.He stretched out his hand to close the car door for Mo Zhaoyuan, and walked around to the other side and sat in the driver's seat.Not long after, the sound of the engine sounded, and the sports car let out a roar, marching majestically on the spacious driveway.

It was just before the evening rush hour, and most of the workers did not get off work after four o'clock. There was little traffic on the road, and the silver Maserati looked particularly eye-catching.But to be honest, after all, you are driving in an urban area, and the speed is limited. No matter how many cars there are, Maserati, as a sports car, can't make waves.

Wei Shufeng didn't drive fast, which disappointed Maserati's excellent performance.Most of the time, he looked ahead earnestly, but occasionally, he would look at Mo Zhaoyuan in the passenger seat from the corner of his eye.

The young man was lowering his head, tapping his cell phone.Wei Shufeng subconsciously wanted to say "looking at the mobile phone in the car is easy to get motion sickness", but after thinking about it, he felt that he didn't seem to have the position to say this sentence now.

"Have you ever been to the Michelin restaurant on Times Avenue?" Wei Shufeng tried to talk to Mo Zhaoyuan, trying to pull the young man away from the phone, "It's the one on the [-]st floor. The revolving restaurant, the location by the window is very suitable for enjoying the night view of the imperial capital."

"Does Mr. Wei want to invite me to dinner?" Mo Zhaoyuan did put down his mobile phone as Wei Shufeng thought, and he looked at Wei Shufeng in surprise, "But I'm not wearing a formal suit."

"It's okay, I'm ready." Wei Shufeng raised the corners of his lips, smiling charmingly, "Let's go to Mingshi District first, I have a villa there, I can change my clothes before going to dinner."

The villas in Mingshi District can be said to be "one in a million" in a place like the imperial capital, and it is impossible to get a villa without 8000 to [-] million.This is still the price of a remote location. If you change it to the central area of ​​Mingshi District, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it. It is already a symbol of status.

"Oh." Mo Zhaoyuan has no interest in this, after all, he is a child of luck, and it is normal to have such a villa.And speaking of it, there is such a place in almost every modern world, regardless of country.Anyway, as long as it is the country where the son of luck is located, there will be such a group of villas that symbolize status. For Mo Zhaoyuan, this setting is not new at all.

But if he was going in the direction of Mingshi District, he blinked and picked up the phone again.

Wei Shufeng glanced at it, and couldn't help but continue to talk: "Is there any taboo in Liuhui? If you are allergic to something, call the restaurant now and let me know before it's too late."

"Well, no." After Mo Zhaoyuan finished sending the message, he put his phone into his coat pocket, "It's Michelin star anyway, as long as the taste is good, I don't care about the ingredients."

"That's good." The topic seemed to be broken at this point, Wei Shufeng saw that Mo Zhaoyuan didn't play with his mobile phone anymore, but after thinking about it, he didn't force himself to rack his brains to find something to say.The two were relatively silent, and the car suddenly fell into a silent atmosphere, which was inexplicably awkward.

No, this will make Liuhui feel boring.

After only 5 minutes, Wei Shufeng was a little overwhelmed.He glanced to the right, and although Mo Zhaoyuan was just sitting quietly, without any impatient expression on his face, Wei Shufeng was still worried that Mo Zhaoyuan would be irritable.

He thought for a while, then reached out to tap the car player, wanting to play some music to ease the atmosphere, but suddenly he heard Mo Zhaoyuan call him: "Brother Shufeng—"

The long-lost nickname made Wei Shufeng a little stunned for a while, but he quickly realized that this "Brother Shufeng" was different from the past, and was actually very anxious and anxious!

"What's the matter?" Wei Shufeng followed Mo Zhaoyuan's gaze and looked forward, and a container truck at the corner was approaching at a fast speed.

about to hit!

At the moment of making this reaction, Wei Shufeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and his brain reacted instinctively before he had time to think about his body.He turned the steering wheel, avoiding the truck as best he could.Even if you can't completely avoid it, at least—at least—

Some people always say that the passenger seat is the most dangerous position, because in the face of a crisis, the driver will subconsciously turn the steering wheel to the left. While avoiding danger for himself, he actually directly faces the passenger seat.

Warm blood sprayed on his body, and the beige wool coat was stained with bright red. Mo Zhaoyuan turned his head to look at Wei Shufeng, the surprise in his eyes did not seem to be fake.

Ah ah ah ah, seven points is really

It's amazing.

Naturally, this car accident was not an accident, it's familiar once!Mo Zhaoyuan and that mercenary organization cooperated happily for the first time, and soon had a second cooperation.Of course he didn't make this decision three days ago, just like the first car accident, this time the car accident was also well prepared.And Mo Zhaoyuan fiddled with the phone along the way, also to inform the other party of the specific information.

With the GPS positioning and the destination of "Mingshi District Villa" as a reference, it is easy to guess the route that Wei Shufeng will drive.In this way, you can get ready early, wait for the Maserati sports car to drive to the necessary position, and then take advantage of the blind spot at the corner to collide head-on to cause a car accident.

But the plan belongs to the plan, for example, Wei Shufeng frequently lost his mind to look at him along the way, and even didn't pay attention to the front when he turned a corner. Mo Zhaoyuan didn't expect these things.He meant, he couldn't guarantee that Wei Shufeng would not drive seriously, right?

But in the same way, it doesn't matter if Wei Shufeng's mind is distracted or not, the fact that this possibility is half-to-half doesn't make Mo Zhaoyuan not surprised.What really surprised him was that something that was theoretically almost 90.00% nine never would have happened.

At the moment when he was about to hit the truck, Wei Shufeng turned the steering wheel, which was expected by Mo Zhaoyuan.But Wei Shufeng turned the car to the right and forced himself into the truck for the safety of another person. This was a completely unexpected development.

The truck stopped after bumping into it. Because of Wei Shufeng's behavior, Mo Zhaoyuan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was not injured at all.On the other hand, Wei Shufeng, who was on the side, fell into a coma after being hit hard. He was dripping with blood at a glance, and it was obvious that the situation was not good.

"Click—" Mo Zhaoyuan unbuckled his seat belt and moved closer to Wei Shufeng.

His gaze moved across Wei Shufeng's face slowly, as if he was tracing the face in front of him.As the son of luck, Wei Shufeng's appearance is naturally not bad, his handsomeness is full of heroism, and it is even more extraordinary with his elegant demeanor.But at this moment, he closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast two small shadows, which made people feel a little soft and fragile.

Mo Zhaoyuan stared at Wei Shufeng's bloodless lips for a while, and suddenly, he stretched out his hand, and pressed his cool fingertips against Wei Shufeng's lips.

Almost the moment he touched his lips, Mo Zhaoyuan felt a hot, moist and viscous liquid.The blood from the ruptured viscera had already filled the mouth, because of this insignificant touch, it overflowed all at once.

Dark red blood flowed down the fingers, Mo Zhaoyuan frowned slightly, and wiped away the blood on the fingers with the other hand.However, such an action is meaningless, because soon there will be new blood flowing down.Mo Zhaoyuan looked at his hand which couldn't be wiped clean no matter how hard he wiped it, and sighed silently.

He leaned down and kissed lightly across his knuckles.

This kiss was very light, like a peach blossom falling from a branch in spring, but it was full of a strong smell of blood.

The smell of blood is not pleasant, let alone tasty, astringent, making people feel very sad.

Mo Zhaoyuan licked his lips, took one last look at Wei Shufeng, opened the car door and got out.There were no cars on the road, Mo Zhaoyuan strode towards the opposite side, his camel coat rattled with the steps of his master, as if he was singing a majestic dirge.

Following the notification that the message was successfully sent, there was a loud sound behind him.

"Bam—"

Mo Zhaoyuan didn't look back.

Feeling the extra energy in his body, he already understood Wei Shufeng's ending.

There is no need to look back, because he is the executioner.

"Welcome back~" In the alien space, the snake-tailed chaotic monster was still lying on the imperial concubine's couch as if his bones had been pulled out, with a lazy and enchanting charm all over his body, "Well, because the next world will It's troublesome, so I deliberately pulled out my memory while tasting the delicious food~"

An invitation-like tone.

"Thank you so much." Mo Zhaoyuan said lightly.

"Do you want to take a break?" Nian Chengzhi blinked, and looked at him meaningfully, "Zhao Yuan looks a little bad now~"

"No need." Mo Zhaoyuan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all the feelings belonging to the identity of "Zhao Liuhui" had disappeared completely, "Just send me there."

"Yeah!" Nian Chengzhi nodded with a smile, "Of course I'm the happiest that Zhao Yuan can be so active~"

Feeling the soul being transported, Mo Zhaoyuan seemed to vaguely hear Nian Chengzhi's slightly joyful voice.

"Ah~ A new soul is here~"

Mo Zhaoyuan didn't think much about it, the next world was just around the corner.