Little Mr. is one hundred years old

The black Bentley car slowly stopped at the alley - such a high-end imported car appeared in this place, if it was daytime, it would definitely attract many people's attention.

"Thank you for taking me back." Qing Huan said to Lou Zhao.

Lou Zhao followed him to get out of the car, and said with a smile, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"The current situation is different from the past. It is better for us to avoid the current situation in front of others." Qing Huan said solemnly.

"It seems like..." Lou Zhao's smile deepened, and he jokingly said, "We are having an underground affair..."

"Don't use words indiscriminately, okay..."

Qing Huan was talking to Lou Zhao when a black shadow stopped over there...

"Who is it?!" Lou Zhao's bodyguard was certainly not a vegetarian, so he took a few steps forward and captured that person in two strokes——

"Ouch, it hurts... Let go..."

Qing Huan heard the voice very familiar, and after careful identification, it turned out to be—"Uncle Zheng, why are you here?"

"You know him?" Lou Zhao asked Qing Huan.

"It's what I mentioned to you before, my mother's..." Qing Huan gave Lou Zhao a look.

Lou Zhao understood, and said to the bodyguard over there, "Let him go."

"Yes, Mr. Shao."

Zheng Cong came over as soon as he was let go—his hair was messy, his clothes were creased, and there were several visible scars on his face—it was obviously not the "masterpiece" of Lou Zhao's bodyguards, and he didn't know where to cause trouble I was taught a lesson...

With bloodshot eyes, Zheng Cong saw Lou Zhao, who was dressed in a haute couture dark gray suit, with meticulous hair and an "extravagant air", the smile on his face immediately became cautious and ingratiating, "Smell, this gentleman is who?"

Qing Huan replied coldly: "We met by chance, he was just kind enough to send me home."

Lou Zhao wanted to say something, but Qing Huan glanced over her eyes, understood, restrained his expression, and said, "Then I'll go first."

"Well, thank you." The word "you" was unfamiliar and polite, but to Zheng Cong's ears, he was even more sure that the status of the man in front of him was extraordinary.

Until Lou Zhao's car drove away and disappeared, Zheng Cong still stood there to visit——

"Uncle Zheng, aren't you going back?" Qing Huan is well aware of Zheng Cong's greedy personality, so of course he doesn't want him to know about his relationship with Lou Zhao, or else he doesn't know what trouble he caused.

"Wen Wen, who is that gentleman? Why do I feel like I've seen it somewhere?" Zheng Cong followed Qing Huan, while exploring Qing Huan's tone.

"It's said that we met by chance. I don't know him well. They are people from two worlds with us. Uncle Zheng doesn't need to care too much." Qing Huan said.

Zheng Cong was silent for a while, then asked again: "Wen Wen, I heard from your mother that you haven't been home for the past two days, where have you been?"

"My mother and I have explained that I'm staying at a classmate's house." Qing Huan brought out the original rhetoric—but, Zheng Cong is not Xiao Rui, those words deceived Xiao Rui, but Zheng Cong would not believe them all .

Not wanting to be questioned by Zheng Cong again, Qing Huan went straight into the room when she got home and locked the door.Lying on the door and listening to the movement outside, Zheng Cong stood at his door for a while, then turned and left, chattering outside, wondering what he was doing...

Qing Huan turned around, but was taken aback by the black figure that suddenly appeared in front of her, and almost exclaimed, fortunately, she saw the man's face clearly in time——

"M, what the hell are you doing?! Scared me to death."

That's right, it was M who silently appeared in the Qing Huan room at this time—the iconic black dress, even the hat on his head was black.

M put one hand on the door panel by Qing Huan's ear, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Bai has been living in style these past two days."

At this moment, Qing Huan thought about being angry at herself for releasing M's pigeons for two days, and immediately felt guilty, and said with a dry smile, "I'm sorry, M, I really have something important to do, so I didn't go to your place..."

"Important matter?" Because of the brim of the hat on his head, M's face was cast in a shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his silver-gray eyes shone brightly in the darkness: "Just continue to hang out with the people from before..."

"People from the past...you mean Lou Zhao?" Qing Huan said: "Meeting Lou Zhao was just an accident. Of course, I did spend the past two days with him, but we have serious things to do, not just playing... "

"So, Mr. Bai did stay with that Mr. Lou?"

"Yes."

M stared at Qing Huan, those unusual eyes seemed to want to suck Qing Huan's soul in - he slowly lowered his head, his breathing gradually merged...

Qing Huan's hands grasped her clothes subconsciously, unable to react to Qing Huan in front of her eyes: "M..."

"Hee hee." M suddenly smiled, withdrew his hand, and took a few steps back. The lights in the room instantly lit up, and the light hit his face. The smile was playful as always—"Look at Mr. Bai's flustered look ... so interesting..."

Qing Huan knew that he was teasing herself, so she was angry: "I panic... You scared me, okay..." At that moment just now, Qing Huan almost thought that M was going to kiss herself—it's really funny when I think about it now, what about M? Maybe kiss yourself... M, the "person", shouldn't have anything to do with these things. In a sense, he is another kind of "otherworldly", so he won't have that kind of emotion and desire something on...

M took off his hat, and sat down on Qing Huan's small bed, with his long legs folded together, looking lazy: "So, did Mr. Bai confess the current situation to Mr. Lou? "

Qing Huan nodded: "It's not what I want either... Lou Zhao recognized me first, so I can't help it..."

"Then what 'serious business' have you been doing these two days?" M looked at Qing Huan with a smile.

Qing Huan couldn't hide it now, so she told M everything about the discovery of the zombie stone pit that had developed later—but he cut out the story about Hei Wuchang.

"Is it a coincidence or Mr. Bai's luck? Then he chose the person to live in, and there is a story."

Qing Huan put the backpack aside and looked up at him: "Isn't this the body you chose for me?"

M didn't feel guilty at all: "But, it was Mr. Bai who occupied his body in the end."

"You've made it clear..."

Just as they were talking, there was a knock on Qing Huan's door, Qing Huan motioned for M to keep silent, turned around to open the door, only opened a crack: "What's the matter?"

"Smell," Zheng Cong asked flatteringly, "Are you hungry? I'm going to make supper, what do you want to eat?"

"I'm full from dinner, I haven't digested it yet, so I don't have to do my share."

"Then..." Zheng Cong wanted to say something more, but Qing Huan just said "I'm sorry, I'm so tired, I'm going to sleep, good night" and closed the door.

Facing the closed door, Zheng Cong touched his nose, secretly scolded Qing Huan for his ignorance, and secretly vowed to make him suffer sooner or later.

In the room, M propped his chin and looked at Qing Huan lazily: "That person outside, if you really don't like it, would you like me to help you..."

"No need," Qing Huan interrupted him: "Anyway, I don't have many days left."

M looked at Qing Huan: "Why, your abilities have recovered?"

"Of course not, it's just judging from his face... he's full of bad breath, and bloody disaster is imminent." Qing Huan replied.

"You Chinese people's physiognomy is really interesting..."

"There is nothing that is not interesting to you." Qing Huan rolled her eyes: "You are so free tonight and don't need to work, don't you go back to rest? Are you not a mortal body now?"

M stretched his waist: "Mr. Bai is... driving me away?"

"I... care about you." Said against his will.

M patted the bed he was sitting on: "Since I'm here, Mr. Bai doesn't mind sharing half of the bed with me?"

"You..." Qing Huan opened her eyes wide: "You want to sleep in the same bed with me?"

M smiled and nodded: "That's right."