Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

Yes, yes, yes, that’s what Wen Liang meant. Ning Zhuo is really wise.

Wen Liang held the phone with the friend he had added, feeling very happy. He didn't even think the transfer was expensive because he heard Ning Zhuo's favorability increased by 30.

Wen Liang didn’t dare to think about the remaining hug. He held the flowers, thanked them and was about to leave.

Ning Zhuo walked him to the door. While waiting for a taxi, the man leaning against the door said, "Actually, Huo Wei and I know each other. I heard him mention you."

Wen Liang was standing aside and was not surprised. He heard Ning Zhuo calling his name and knew that Ning Zhuo recognized him.

Wen Liang was facing the road ahead, glancing at the side, "I know. I came here today to ask you if you know what happened before Huo Wei died. I never believed that he committed suicide."

"Then why didn't you ask just now?"

Wen Liang turned his head to look at him and asked without any prelude: "Does Huo Wei's death have anything to do with you?"

Ning Zhuo stretched out his hand, and a petal fell on his palm. He lowered his hand and raised his chin slightly, "The car is coming."

Wen Liang turned around and saw that the online-hailing taxi had arrived very quickly and had already stopped across the road.

Ning Zhuo was not at all alarmed by Wen Liang's question, he just answered irrelevant questions and avoided the question.

Wen Liang wanted to ask him something, but he saw the man open his arms, "Do you need me to give you a comforting hug? I'm sorry."

Mingming just happened to help Wen Liang complete the fourth option, but this kind of "just happened" once is okay, but twice would only make people feel creepy.

Wen Liang pursed his lips, said "thank you" and ran into a taxi.

The taxi left quickly. Ning Zhuo put down half of his arms, shook his head and smiled. He went back to the store to make a cup of hot coffee, walked out, leaned against the window and sipped it slowly in the warm spring breeze.

Seeing that the time was almost up, he asked 110, "Have you arrived home yet?"

【110: Arrived home safely】

[Ning Zhuo: That's good. I'm really looking forward to meeting him next time. Don't you think he's more interesting than all the players we've known before?]

[110: The gentle host is indeed interesting, but I will only deceive him for you once]

[Ning Zhuo: Oh my, our team 110 has also been attacked]

The word "Wen Liang" passed through the man's lips twice. So his name was Wen Liang. The boy's name was swallowed down with a mouthful of coffee. Ning Zhuo hadn't finished his coffee yet when he saw a group of people running towards his flower shop from afar.

Come to life again.

The remaining coffee had gone cold and was abandoned by the florist on the small table in the window frame.

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After Wen Liang returned to the villa, he suddenly fell ill and his social phobia symptoms seemed to have worsened. Wen Liang even didn't dare to go to the second floor of the villa.

Suspicion, high nerves and great anxiety caused Wen Liang to have a fever.

In a daze, it seemed like someone came to see him, someone gave him an IV drip, and someone was making noises that prevented him from sleeping well, and they were chattering about something indistinctly.

After the fever subsided, there was only the old housekeeper with a worried look on his face by the bed.

Wen Liang stayed in bed again, tossing and turning all night. He remembered that the login information given by the system showed that he logged in on January 1st. After a day, today should be January 1nd.

Huo Wei’s funeral is on January 1th. Wen Liang wants to wait until that day so that he can meet the protagonist Shou Baige.

This is the good news. The bad news is that he checked the original owner's savings and found that it was even less than he expected. If this continues, he will have to pack up and move out of Dabieye.

Another day passed, and Wen Liang was able to go downstairs by himself to find food.

【110: Are you well again? 】

[Wen Liang: Okay, okay, thank you for your concern]

[110: I suggest you prepare as soon as possible]

Wen Liang took out a box of small cakes from the refrigerator. [Don't worry, I specially prepared a black suit for tomorrow's funeral. It's very handsome.]

[110: But Huo Wei’s funeral was the day before yesterday]

Wen Liang paused and said, "How is this possible? Isn't today January 1rd?"

[110: Today is January 1th]

Wen Liang kept his phone turned off because he always received a perverted spam message. The whole villa was decorated in Chinese retro style. The big clock hanging in the hallway could only show the time. In addition, he had a fever in the past two days, so Wen Liang didn't pay attention to the date.

[Wen Liang: Are you kidding me?]

[110: Sorry, you were in a coma with a high fever on the day of Huo Wei’s funeral. I tried to wake you up, but failed.]

Wen Liang now realized that 110 was not joking, so he ran back upstairs, took out his cell phone from the drawer and turned it on.

During those few seconds of waiting for the machine to start up, he even missed the kind way 886 used electric shock to awaken his consciousness at the critical moment.

Looking at January 1 on his phone, Wen Liang accepted the reality that he would miss Huo Wei's funeral.

What about the login time? Is there something wrong with the system?

[Wen Liang: Where is the protagonist? He must have gone to the funeral. Did he meet the other three targets? Is he okay?]

[110: The system will remind you if something happens]

Wen Liang fell on the bed and sighed helplessly.

He couldn't trust their Space-Time Administration, as they even got the login time wrong, causing him to miss the most important plot.

[Wen Liang: That’s right. Bai Ge will also trigger the strategy’s favorability option when he sees them. It should be safe.]

[110: ...Um, I noticed that Ning Zhuo is the only option for capturing favorability. The options triggered by the other two targets are very dangerous and could kill the player at any time.]

Wen Liang sat up quickly [Is Bai Ge okay? ]

[110: Don’t worry, the system will remind you if anything happens]

Wen Liang realized that he seemed to have asked the same question before. He scratched his head, ruffling his hair into a mess, but the sick look on his face had not faded yet.

He always felt that the tasks in this world were difficult to accomplish, and he felt like he was standing still and couldn't find his direction.

He got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower and wake up before making his next plans.

Halfway through taking a shower, the hot water on his head suddenly turned cold. Wen Liang's hair was still wet, and he had just used some foam and had not had time to wash it off. The cold water hit his body, and Wen Liang shuddered and ran away screaming.

He wiped the foam from his eyes and looked up. The water heater was still working, but the soul of the person who produced the water ice had been unsheathed.

Is it broken?

Wen Liang wrapped in a bath towel walked to the corridor and shouted downstairs:

"Butler Liu! The hot water heater at home seems to be broken. Please find a technician to fix it!"

After hearing the housekeeper's answer, Wen Liang went to the next room to finish washing.

I don’t know if he just got frozen, but Wen Liang was standing under hot water, but he was still very cold.

He washed hurriedly, changed into pajamas, with his hair still half wet, and went downstairs to wait for the housekeeper.

As soon as I walked downstairs, I saw a man sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The man lowered his head, his long black hair covering his eyes and casting a shadow on his cold white skin.

He was wearing a black turtleneck gown, the slightly slim design perfectly showing off his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His hands hanging over the armrest of the sofa were slender but eerily white, his fingers were in a relaxed posture, with a cigarette pinched between two fingers.

Under the dim wall lamp in the living room, smoke was curling around the man, with wisps of white smoke swirling upwards along the cigarette, and his entire body was filled with an aura of death.

Wen Liang held onto the handrail of the stairs, maintaining a posture with one foot on the stairs and the other on the carpet in the living room.

"who are you?"

Wen Liang glanced towards Butler Liu's room. The door was closed and he didn't know whether he had returned or not.

He looked at the person on the sofa again, "Are you...a water heater repairman?"