Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Zhou Chengjun’s 30th birthday party was a matter of great concern to the entire group and even the business community.

As the highly respected chief assistant who is equivalent to Zhou Chengjun's right-hand man, Liang Yanze's attendance is not only for work but also for socializing.

therefore……

He didn't plan to take Jinchen with him this time because the situation was really out of control.

Before leaving, Liang Yanze stood in front of the full-length mirror in the cloakroom, tied his tie, and adjusted the lapels of his suit.

The man in the mirror had a stern face and was dressed appropriately, but only his slightly furrowed brows revealed his worry.

He thought it over again and again, and finally turned and walked towards the living room.

The black mist was still gathered on the sofa. As its energy grew, its shape became more solid. It curled up like a lazy black octopus taking a nap, with several tentacles swaying unconsciously.

Liang Yanze looked at her for a moment, then stopped in front of her. His voice was a little softer than usual. "Jinchen, I told you yesterday that I was going to Mr. Zhou's birthday party tonight."

"That kind of occasion...I can't take you there."

He was ready to be pestered and acted like a spoiled child.

According to Jinchen's previous habits, let alone attending the dinner, she would even stick with him when he went downstairs to throw away the garbage.

Liang Yanze even rehearsed several ways of persuading her in his mind.

Jinchen's reaction was beyond his expectations.

Black Mist lazily turned over, his tentacles draped limply over the armrest of the sofa, "Okay, honey."

It yawned, "Go ahead."

It was so satisfying that it was unbelievable.

Liang Yanze: “?”

As the saying goes, a quiet child is bound to make trouble.

Although Jinchen is not a child, but a monster who follows instinct completely and is sometimes ignorant and sometimes cruel, in Liang Yanze's opinion, his level of troublemaking and uncontrollability is even worse than the most naughty child.

Liang Yanze felt even more uneasy and uncomfortable.

"I might... be gone the whole night." Liang Yanze said.

Jinchen raised a tentacle and waved it, his voice unclear due to sleepiness.

"Goodbye, my dear. Come back soon..."

and many more.

Halfway through his words, Jinchen thought about it with his clever brain.

Oh.

He got it.

The black fog sat up and waved several tentacles in the direction of Liang Yanze.

Liang Yanze was confused, but still walked towards the sofa.

As soon as he approached, the soft tentacles gently touched the corner of his lips, full of possessiveness, "Wife, you have to come back soon."

The tentacle brushed against his lower lip, tracing its shape. "You can't hug another human at a birthday party."

More fog spread up, like a cold embrace, enveloping Liang Yanze.

A deep voice rang in his ears, "Just like this, you know, only with me."

Liang Yanze's tense heart relaxed instead.

It seems that he is overthinking.

Jinchen is still the same, clingy and domineering.

"Okay." He responded and leaned closer into the cool mist, feeling the ubiquitous feeling of being wrapped. He casually asked, "So what do you do at home?"

Jinchen's tentacles lingered on his lips, and the sleepiness in his mind surged again, "Sleep... I'm so sleepy..."

The recent black fog does make it easy to fall into a deep sleep.

Liang Yanze didn't suspect anything and let the mist stir between his lips and teeth for a moment, feeling wet and itchy.

Only after the tentacles retreated with satisfaction did he take out his handkerchief, wipe the corners of his lips, and straighten his slightly messy collar.

"I'm leaving." Liang Yanze stood up, glanced at himself and collapsed back onto the sofa. He instantly fell into a black fog of sleep and turned to walk out.

He got in the special car that came to pick him up and drove to the hotel where the birthday party was held.

Liang Yanze subconsciously touched his wrist, but it was empty, without the usual strong presence. Surprisingly...

I'm really not used to it.

And inside the apartment, Jinchen was indeed still sleeping.

However, this time, it was different from usual. Extremely fine strands of light golden spiritual energy, imperceptible to the naked eye, seeped out from nowhere, and as if attracted, slowly surrounded the thick black fog and merged into it.

The spiritual energy dispelled the chaos and fog that lingered in Jinchen's mind.

The black fog began to expand and spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon enveloped the entire living room.

The temperature in the room dropped suddenly.

A deep, gloomy atmosphere filled the air, so cold that even the air seemed to freeze.

This process lasted for nearly half an hour before the thick black fog that filled the room slowly shrank and condensed like the tide.

Finally, the mist on the sofa disappeared.

Instead, there was a man sitting on the sofa.

Jinchen slowly opened his eyes.

He walked to the cloakroom, stood in front of the huge floor-length mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror quietly.

The man in the mirror was tall and thin, wearing a black coat that appeared from mist, with the hem hanging down.

A three-dimensional shadow was cast by the brow bone, and the narrow eyes were hidden in the shadow and could not be seen clearly. The pupils were faintly gray and emotionless.

Her skin was a cold white that had never seen the sun, but her lips were a gorgeous crimson, as if they had drunk enough blood.

Ling Gun Gun exclaimed, "Host! You've transformed! So handsome!"

Then he asked expectantly, "Did you remember anything? Did your memory come back?"

The man in the mirror shook his head slightly, "No."

But he was quite satisfied with this appearance, and his fingertips gently brushed the cheek reflected in the mirror.

[I'm really good-looking, my wife will definitely like it.]

But the rules and emotions of the entire human world have been mastered... no, it should be said that they have been restored.

Jinchen looked at himself in the mirror and thought, I really was a human being before.

Zero Gungun: [Ahhhhhhhhh!]

[Why hasn't your memory recovered yet?! I need to go find the boss and ask for comfort!]

It rolled and complained.

But no matter how much I complain, I still have to do my job and support this family!

Ling Gungun could only try to stand up again. [Host, now that you've transformed, let's go to Zhou Chengjun's birthday party. The key plot point is coming!]

Jinchen took one last look at himself in the glasses before his figure quietly faded into thin air and disappeared.