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The hotel room is too high class.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows look like a blend of starlight and love at night.

The round super king bed, throwing a pea on it will bounce, and it would be a real crime not to do something on it.

Wen Zhuo calmly walked to the French window and looked out the window calmly.

This guy is paid well and money is just a number to him.

Take a shower, two people add up to two hours, and he also chose a luxury suite.

You said this makes the hotel front desk not misunderstand.

"Will you wash first or should I wash first?" Wei Ling asked.

After asking, I felt that my words sounded weird. Isn't this just a conversation with P?

"Whoever smells worse, wash first." Wen Zhuo replied.

Come on, of course I stink.

"What about the clothes?"

"I asked the hotel to buy it for us, and it will be delivered later."

"Okay then, I'll go wash first."

Wei Ling turned around and went to look for a bathrobe, then was dumbfounded.

The bathroom in this hotel is actually open!

The bathroom is separated from the bedroom by a wall - a transparent wall.

There must be shower curtains that can be lowered!

Wei Ling tried all the buttons inside and outside the bathroom. The lights of various colors were turned on seven or eight times, but the shower curtain did not come down.

He, Wei Ling, doesn't have a hobby of performing bathing!

I remember that Wei Ling was almost sweating on his back.

"What are you doing? Doesn't your neck feel uncomfortable?"

Wen Zhuo turned around and looked at Wei Ling.

"Then...then what...I'm looking for a shower curtain."

"If you can't find the shower curtain, can't you wash it?" Wen Zhuo asked back.

"I... I don't feel very embarrassed."

"Excuse me?" Wen Zhuo frowned, "I told you not to compare your size with anyone."

"What? I don't compare!"

Unconsciously, Wei Ling's face turned red.

"It's better if you don't compare. Because you can't compare at all."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zhuo turned around and looked out of the French windows.

What is "impossible to compare"

What do you mean my friend?Is it too much?

Just as Wei Ling was about to step forward, he suddenly understood what Wen Zhuo meant—what is the comparison between you, an ordinary human, and a hybrid?

Up to Wen Zhuo, down to Lian Yu, almost everyone around Wei Ling is a hybrid.

It's incomparable, it's incomparable... The most important thing is that Wen Zhuo doesn't mention it, Wei Ling's heart is almost drunk.

He found that he had been crushed at the bottom of the pyramid.

"You still don't take it off, do you want me to wash it for you?" Wen Zhuo asked.

"I will do it myself--"

Wei Ling hurried into the bathroom and lay down on the bathtub to adjust the hot and cold water.

There is only one place on it to control the hot and cold water. Wei Ling struggled for a long time, only hot water came out, and there was no cold water at all.

Just such a tank of water can scald all the hair on his body.

It's really not good to go out today!

First, I drenched my neck with the saliva of the monster, and then took a shower. The open bathroom was nothing more than that, and I couldn't find hot or cold water.

Wei Ling covered his face and wiped it vigorously.

"What are you doing?" Wen Zhuo's voice sounded from above his head.

Wei Ling was startled, and the palms that had been propped on the edge of the bathtub slipped down. Seeing that his hands were about to reach under the hot water, Wen Zhuo suddenly lowered his body and clasped his shoulders to lift him up.

Feeling the steam passing over his fingertips, Wei Ling froze for a moment, as he was already held in Wen Zhuo's arms.

"Did you consume too much brain power in the shooting gallery? After entering the hotel, you became very dull." Wen Zhuo asked.

Wei Ling wanted to cry without tears, thinking that if you try to book a normal hotel room, will I still be so "unhappy".

Wen Zhuo let go of Wei Ling, turned off all the hot water, then turned the faucet, adjusted the temperature, and pushed it all in.

He sat sideways on the edge of the bathtub and put his hand into the water to try it out. This posture is the same as shooting a high-end bathtub advertisement.

"Okay, you can wash now."

After speaking, he took a bath towel and wiped his hands, and walked out.

Only then did Wei Ling let out a breath.

He quickly took off his sweater.

After the monster's saliva dried up, a large piece of the collar turned into a hard shell. He tilted his head and didn't want the hard shell to rub against his face, so he finally took it off. He glanced outside the bathroom, Wen Zhuo was still standing by the French window Before, but the sunshade curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows are slowly closing.

Before Wen Zhuo turned around, Wei Ling took off as quickly as possible, and immediately got into the bathtub and sat down.

Before the sunshade curtains were closed, Wei Ling still had a sense of security that the people of the city were with me.

But when the curtains are closed, no matter how big the room is, there will only be him and Wen Zhuo left.

Wei Ling glanced at Wen Zhuo, who was sitting on the sofa by the French window and making a phone call.

Hurry up and wash it out.

Wei Ling tilted his head and wiped the body wash on his neck.For many years, I have never thought that I have to wash myself smelly after taking a bath. Wei Ling hopes that he will smell good right now.

Moreover, the shell formed by the monster's saliva stuck to his neck, and it couldn't be washed off no matter how much he washed it.

Wei Ling really wanted to scrape with a knife.

At this moment, the doorbell rang, and someone brought the clothes.

Wen Zhuo held the clothes for Wei Ling with one hand, walked to the bathtub, and put them on the chair next to him.

When he straightened up, his eyes just met Wei Ling.

His heart twitched for no reason, and Wei Ling, who was leaning against the bathtub, slid down.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Wen Zhuo reached out and caught him.

Soaked in warm water, and being hugged by Wen Zhuo like this, Wei Ling's heart was pounding violently, he subconsciously hugged Wen Zhuo's arm, clearly separated by the fabric of the suit and shirt, Wei Ling always had a kind of I am the illusion that I am close to the other party.

Wen Zhuo's arms were really strong, and he lifted Wei Ling up in this posture without shaking his waist.

"Are you planning to drink the bath water soaked in the saliva of the monster?"

Not knowing whether the warm air in his ear was water vapor or warm air, Wei Ling felt extremely hot.

"The monster's saliva is still on my neck, it's almost like a neck helmet." Wei Ling tilted his neck to show Wen Zhuo.

Wen Zhuo picked up a spray-like thing, held Wei Ling's face in one hand, and shook the spray with the other hand. The fine and cold mist fell on Wei Ling's neck, and the hard shell-like thing seemed to melt. .

Wen Zhuo put down the spray, and dipped his hand into the water of the bathtub.

Wei Ling suddenly became nervous, and shrank to the side, but was held back by Wen Zhuo.

"What are you hiding from?"

His hand was very strong, when he held Wei Ling back, Wei Ling felt that he would be pulled out of the water by the other party and directly held in his arms.

But he was wrong, Wen Zhuo just held water and poured it on his neck, and the monster's saliva was completely washed away.

Wen Zhuo poured two more handfuls of water for him, and said, "Get up, change the water."

Wei Ling's mind was buzzing, and Wen Zhuo jumped out of the bathtub as if everything he said was an order.

Then the most embarrassing scene happened, Wen Zhuo was sitting by the bathtub, Wei Ling was standing in the bathtub, this height...um...just right...

Wei Ling hurriedly pulled the bath towel, and the bath towel fell off, just in time to bring the bath liquid by the side of the bathtub into the water, splashing up.

Wen Zhuo leaned back and avoided it.

Wei Ling hurriedly stepped out of the bathtub, Wen Zhuo lowered his head and was about to drain all the water.Wei Ling's foot had just stepped on the ground. He squeezed too much bath liquid just now in order to wash off the monster's saliva, and his body slipped like a loach, so he did a backward roll.

"what--"

The body is falling backwards, but the heart takes off in place.

How bad is it going to be today!

Wen Zhuo fished him back, and when Wei Ling realized it, he had "landed" safely on Wen Nuan's body.

"Xiaojiu...thank you!"

His body seemed to be empty, Wei Ling lowered his head and saw that the bath towel that was around his waist before was now hanging on his calf, and after shaking it again... it fell to the ground.

"Don't look!"

"I've seen it." There was something in Wen Zhuo's voice... something like a sigh.

It's like being tossed and tired by your own bear child.

"I didn't want to compare with you! I know I'm not the same size as you!"

Wen Zhuo's legs moved a little, and Wei Ling felt...that he and the other party were indeed not of the same size.

"Still getting up? Or don't get up."

Wei Ling got up immediately, bent down and quickly picked up the bath towel.

Wen Zhuo could see Wei Ling from one side of his face, and frowned, but he didn't look back.

"The water is ready for you. Wash it off quickly."

After speaking, Wen Zhuo walked out quickly.

In order not to let Wen Zhuo wait for him, Wei Ling hurriedly finished washing and changed into the clothes Wen Zhuo brought in, and went out.

"What... I put the water twice, this is the third time, it should be clean."

"understood."

Wen Zhuo's voice was very low, and he didn't even make eye contact when he walked past Wei Ling.

How did I mess with you again?

Wei Ling sighed, forget it, who wants to take care of that stinky piece on the shirt, I rubbed it on it?

Wouldn't it be a waste not to lie down on such a good bed?

Wei Ling was about to jump up with a splash when he heard Wen Zhuo's voice: "Dry your hair before doing anything else."

Turning around, Wei Ling found that the shower curtain had come down.

Why did he search for the shower curtain for a long time just now?Take a bath and have to exhibit!There is a shower curtain blocking Wenzhuo!Why!Why!

"Wen Zhuo——you are so mean! You know where the shower curtain comes down, but you don't tell me!"

"The button for the shower curtain is next to the bathtub."

Meaning, he also found out after lying in the water.

"All right……"

There is a good reason for this.

Through the shower curtain, Wei Ling could vaguely see the line of Wen Zhuo's shoulders leaning in the bathtub.

It would be great if I could see it, it's not enough to scratch it.

"If you want to see it, you can come and see it." Wen Zhuo's voice came from the bathroom.

With a moist feeling of water vapor.

Wei Ling only heard a bang in his ear, and his blood was surging.

"No... I don't want to read it! Are you..."

Did you read my thoughts again?

Realizing that once he asked this sentence, it was tantamount to admitting to Wen Zhuo that he wanted to see him.

"Is it what?"

"Nothing! Wash yours!"

"Then why don't you come in and get the hair dryer?"

When Wen Zhuo asked, Wei Ling stood up abruptly.

"You told me to go in! It's not that I want to look at you on purpose!"

"I'm not as good-looking as you."

There was no ups and downs in the voice of this sentence, Wei Ling didn't know whether Wen Zhuo was mocking him, or really felt that way.

He walked into the bathroom quickly, thinking about taking the hair dryer and leaving, but don't give Wen a reason to talk.

Who knew that Wen Zhuo would actually say, "Pass me the spray."

Wei Ling really wanted to collapse—brother, I said I didn't want to see you, but in fact I wanted to see you in my heart.

You don't want to create opportunities for me, can you?

Wei Ling took the spray, didn't dare to go to the bathtub, just handed it over.

"Are you so lazy, will you break your bones if you take one more step?"

Brother, take one more step, and I can see you.

Wei Ling took another step.

Wen Zhuo's hand stretched out, and it wasn't Spray that grabbed Wei Ling's wrist, and with a light tug, Wei Ling almost fell to the ground.

His eyes fell into the water, and everything from his fingertips to his hair became hot.

Wen Zhuo really has abdominal muscles, and the lines are clear and strong, but not exaggerated, and the lines of the waist are also very strong.

Really put on a suit shirt, gentle and elegant.

After taking it off...it's very visually aggressive.

Wei Ling supported the bathtub with one hand, not even daring to breathe.

Wen Zhuo let go of his hand, and Wei Ling threw the spray away: "Here you are!"

He left as if fleeing for his life.

He was blowing his hair while thinking wildly, but he didn't feel it when it was dry.

It's like trying to cover up your excessive breathing and heartbeat with the sound of a hair dryer.

"If you blow it for too long, your hair will wither." Wen Zhuo's voice sounded.

He seemed to stand up from the bathtub, and the water was splashing down, and Wei Ling's heart trembled again.

Then came the sound of running water.

That's right, the monster's saliva is so stinky, and Wenzhuo loves to clean it so much, washing it twice is not enough.

Wei Ling lay back on that bed, pulled the quilt over his head, but when he closed his eyes, he looked like he was drinking.

With his eyes closed, his moist and soft outline is reassuring.

When Wen Zhuo came out, he found Wei Ling curled up on the side of the bed, the medicine box was opened, and the syringe was in his hand, but he was already asleep.

The only sound left in the quiet room was Wei Ling's long breathing.

Wen Zhuo sat next to him, "Do you really like to perform picking up towels in front of...men who have bad intentions for you?"

Wei Ling didn't respond, Wen Zhuo gently brushed his hair away with his fingers, then leaned down and kissed his lips.

Wei Ling was awakened by a slight tingling sensation on his arm.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he realized that it was Wen Zhuo who was giving himself nourishment, so he relaxed and wanted to continue sleeping in a daze.

"It's been a long time since you took a bath...the skin has changed..."

"Some things, if you leave the bathroom to solve them, it will scare you."

"Huh? What?"

Wen Zhuo didn't answer him, put away the medicine, and patted Wei Ling's face.

"Let's go, go back and sleep again. I'm going to see the 'Master' tomorrow."

"Yes! Tomorrow is Monday!"

As soon as Wei Ling heard that he was going to see the "Master", Wei Ling became energetic.

So much so that at night, he took Wen Zhuo to play five or six games of Go with him, which exhausted his brain power, and he barely fell asleep.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the helicopter sent by the joint control center arrived as scheduled.

This time, Wei Ling felt that he could board the helicopter by himself, without Wen Zhuo hugging him anymore, as if he had saved the greatest face in his life.

He and Wen Zhuo sat side by side, and the helicopter was slowly leaving the school.

Lian Yu and He Lian also passed by.

As soon as Lian Yu saw Wei Ling, he would start pinching mode.

"Hey, Brother Ling, did you get tortured by the professor in the shooting range yesterday?"

"It's okay, next time I can finish torturing you." Wei Ling said with a smile.

"You blow it!"

Wei Ling lowered his head and saw someone playing basketball on the basketball court not far away.

There was a figure that looked familiar.

It was a slender man with bangs tied behind his head, wearing a sleeveless tracksuit, jumping up and hitting a beautiful three-pointer from long range.

Wei Ling's face was almost stuck on the glass: "Hey...that...the one who plays basketball! The one with the No. 10 jersey! That one!"

Wei Ling's fingers kept tapping on the glass.

Lian Yu poked his head to look: "Number 10 jersey—isn't that Professor Yang!"

"What? Professor Yang? He has such a good figure? He really looks thin in clothes, but he looks fleshy in undress!" Wei Ling's eyes were shining.

"Professor Yang was on the school basketball team when he was young." He Lian explained with a smile.

"Professor Yang is two years older than me, right? Didn't we meet him in the college basketball league?" Wei Ling tilted his head thinking about what happened more than ten years ago.

"I met it. It's just that you don't remember it." Wen Zhuo replied.

"Tsk tsk tsk... This figure... No wonder he wears a plaid shirt, which is different from those old men."

By the side of the basketball court, many people were watching.

The popularity of Professor Yang playing basketball is estimated to be the same as that of Professor Wen eating in restaurants.

Lian Yu couldn't help but wanted to kick him, but Wen Zhuo had already reached out to grab Wei Ling's back collar and pulled him back.

"Wei Ling, look at Professor Yang's eyes...it's really greasy..." Lian Yu said with disgust.

"Think about it! That Wang Hao who is wandering outside should have heard of Professor Yang at least—he is handsome, good-natured, and has a high IQ!"

If he didn't say anything, Lian Yu almost forgot that Wang Hao, who was parasitized by Noah, was still wandering outside and hadn't been caught yet.

This is a ticking time bomb for the millions of residents in the entire new city.

Lian Yu immediately understood Wei Ling's plan: "No! You want to use Professor Yang to lure Wang Hao into the bait! I don't agree!"

"Noah in Wang Hao's body is in a dormant state. Once the nutrition is not enough, it may even treat ordinary citizens as food. If we don't find a suitable bait, the entire 'Light Year' will become his dining table." Frowning, he was also thinking about the feasibility of Wei Ling's idea.

Wei Ling approached Wen Zhuo and asked, "If you really choose Professor Yang, will you protect him?"

Unexpectedly, Wen Zhuo replied indifferently: "Protecting you already hurts my head."

Lian Yu on the opposite side burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! That's right, you are already a headache! Don't harm Professor Yang anymore!"

"Okay, okay! I'm just thinking about it. Noah likes a young body, Professor Yang... Maybe the taste is not so good..."

Wei Ling leaned back on his seat, but what was on his mind was... Wen Zhuo said that in college basketball games, their school team played against Professor Yang.

when?

Definitely not a freshman!Wei Ling remembered the freshman year very clearly.

It is estimated that it is a sophomore or junior year.

When Wei Ling was a sophomore, Professor Yang should be around his senior year.

interesting.

If he really met Professor Yang in the college league, wouldn't Professor Yang recognize him?

At this moment, Wei Ling felt a pain in the bones of his hand.

"Oh!"

He lowered his head and realized that it was Wen Zhuo who had pinched him.

Wei Ling stared at the other party with dissatisfaction, but when he met Shang Wenzhuo's cold gaze, Wei Ling faltered, and silently closed his gaze.

"We have arrived."

Wen Zhuo opened the door of the helicopter and went down in one step.

Wei Ling's legs wobbled, and found that Wen Zhuo was not waiting for him like before.

"Professor Wen doesn't seem happy?" Wei Ling asked Lian Yu.

Lian Yu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and jumped down easily: "Among us, only you have the ability to make the professor unhappy."

Wei Ling let out a breath, alas... after so many years, Wen Xiaojiu is still the best at "unhappy".

Most importantly, he doesn't know how to coax.

After getting off the helicopter, Wei Ling found that it was the roof of a hospital, and this hospital was dedicated to treating executive officers.

They took the elevator and went all the way down again. Wei Ling wondered if they were going to enter the core of the earth when the elevator door opened.

The corridor was cold, and there seemed to be other wards on both sides of the corridor, but the doors were closed tightly, and nothing could be seen inside.

Wei Ling followed Wen Zhuo and walked forward. In the whole space, Wei Ling could clearly hear only the rhythmic footsteps of Wen Zhuo, Lian Yu and He Lian behind him.

When they came to the ward at the top of the corridor, they first scanned Wen Zhuo's palm print, then his iris, and then the metal door opened.

All I saw was a pale man lying on a hospital bed surrounded by various life instruments.

He was completely unconscious, breathing on vital devices.

The closer he got, the more shocked Wei Ling became.

Because the person on the hospital bed was exactly the same as himself.

"This...is the 'Master'?" Wei Ling opened his eyes wide.

"Yes. After he was brainwashed by Sean Kraven, he lost the ability to change himself back to his original appearance." He Lian explained.

After all, when the "Master" was caught, he was disguised as Wei Ling.

"It's really amazing." Wei Ling turned his face sideways and sized up the master inch by inch.

Just when he lowered his head and wanted to see clearly whether the appearance of the "Master" was different from his own, the eyes of the "Master" suddenly opened.

Wei Ling was startled in his heart, he was about to stand up when the opponent's hand grabbed him suddenly, and he even sat up.

"Wen Zhuo! Wen Zhuo!"

Wei Ling shouted loudly, but found that no sound could come out of his throat.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

It was a hoarse, lazy voice.

It's not "The Master," it's Sean Kraven!

"Your eyes are so beautiful, come closer and let me see clearly."

The surrounding Wen Zhuo disappeared, He Lian and Lian Yu also disappeared, and there was only a man who was exactly like himself sitting on the hospital bed, looking at him with a smile.

Wei Ling found that his body was out of control, he raised one knee up, and kept lowering his body.

"Wen Zhuo is really unkind—he even lied to you that I'm a strong man who loves football?"