God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

For a moment, He Ziyun's eyes were frighteningly bright.

Until now, he finally connected all the dots that felt wrong, forming a perfect closed loop.

No wonder, no wonder Zero was imprisoned by a human being. Was it because he failed to fulfill the wish of the person who made the wish, causing all his energy to reverse and overflow?

No wonder, no wonder the boss was so kind to the stuttering boy named A Ming. Now that I think about it seriously, A Ming actually looks a bit like Lin Ming when he was young...

With the same snow-white skin and unusually pink eye color, except for some stuttering, A Ming and Lin Ming are also children with albinism.

But will Lin Ming be kind enough to adopt a child with albinism like himself?

Intuition told He Ziyun that Lin Ming would not.

Then Amin's existence is very strange.

Thinking of this, He Ziyun's thoughts paused. He suddenly thought of the smallest and most easily overlooked doubt. This discovery made him freeze in place for an instant.

A few seconds later, He Ziyun said:

"The old man in the hotel just now said that he took the hotel as his own more than 20 years ago..."

Yang Jingshu nodded: "Yes, is there any problem?"

Lin Su and Fang Ran next to them responded with the same confusion: "What's wrong?"

He Ziyun looked at them steadily and lowered his eyes slightly: "This is a big problem. Do you still remember how old the boss is?"

As soon as the young man said this, the remaining three people were stunned on the spot.

Their minds quickly searched for the memory fragments they had heard before, and at the same time they raised their heads in astonishment.

Fang Ran: "You mean, we guessed the wrong person?!"

But how could it be?

He Ziyun did not refute Fang Ran's guess. He raised the corners of his mouth and showed a subtle smile:

"If I hadn't suddenly thought of the age issue, I wouldn't have thought of it."

No one can think of one thing, that is "Lin Ming" after resurrection. Is he really the same Lin Ming as before?

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In sunny weather, the usually gentle and kind boss will become very unhappy.

A Ming didn't quite understand why.

If it were him, he would still understand why he couldn't see the sun because he was sick, but the boss was different from him. The boss was obviously a normal person.

A Ming squatted under the shadow of the eaves next to the grass. He looked at the "little pussy" jumping on the grass not far away, his eyes full of color longing to be touched.

"Want to touch?"

The boss's questioning voice came from behind.

A Ming turned around in shock. He looked at his boss who was standing behind him. He stood up awkwardly and stuttered:

"Me, my, a little, a little bit."

As he said this, A Ming blushed in embarrassment, feeling rather embarrassed and shy.

The boss looked at his lowered head, smiled and reached out to touch it: "It's okay, how about I let him come over and touch it for you?"

"really?"

A Ming was a little surprised, his eyes widened, like crystal clear marbles.

The boss didn't know why, he looked at Amin's eyes for a long time, and suddenly reached out to touch his eyes, as if he was recalling something.

"of course can."

The boss smiled.

Behind him, the corridors folded together in twists and turns, forming a strange and indistinguishable whirlpool of colors. It was very strange and strange, but none of the two people present noticed that something was wrong.

A Ming was still immersed in the joy of being able to touch the cat. He nodded vigorously, unable to conceal his excitement:

"thank you boss!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the boss smiled and motioned to the cat man playing on the grass not far away to run down the corridor.

The cat person didn't dare not listen, and it quickly ran over meowing and meowing, lying on the floor tiles in front of A Ming, docilely lowering its head and licking the flesh pad.

A Ming knelt down excitedly and reached out to stroke the catman's thick white hair, his hands trembling.

"Boss, its fur is so soft, so comfortable..."

A Ming didn't look up. He was immersed in excitement and naturally ignored the joy and satisfaction deep in the eyes of the boss next to him.

It's like, the ultimate joy of harvesting a treasure.

The protagonist as a sacrifice is A Ming, who is now happily playing with cats.

After petting the cat, it was getting late.

A Ming reluctantly looked at the cat man who was shaking his head and disappearing into the depths of the corridor. He glanced at the empty corridor several times with lingering interest.

It was just these few glances that made A Ming see the boss who had been staying next to him for who knows how long.

The boss was sitting on a bench next to the corridor. He looked at A Ming motionlessly, with a strange smile in his eyes:

"Does Amin like cats very much?"

A Ming nodded hesitantly, seeming to remember the joy he felt when petting the cat just now, and showed a big smile:

"Yeah! I really like cats!"

The twilight is getting darker, and the clear sky with bright sunshine has been replaced by the dusky night, which has a strange coldness, and there is an illusion that it seems to freeze people in this dusk.

The boss looked at A Ming quietly, surrounded by dusk. He suddenly sighed, as if reminiscing about the past:

"Amin, you are a very good boy."

"You are very much like my former child. He is as well-behaved as you and loves cats and crafts. No matter what I do, he will love me and hug me unconditionally. I miss him very much."

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but at a certain moment, A Ming seemed to see the boss sitting on the bench suddenly feeling sad. He still looked tall and strong, but every cell in his body seemed to be spitting out sad emotions. .

"A Ming, you know? I like you very much."

The boss was still talking to himself.

But for some reason, A Ming suddenly had the illusion that he was being secretly targeted by a poisonous snake, which made him tremble a little.

Is it too cold?

A Ming thought.

As if aware of A Ming's trembling, the boss who had been talking to himself suddenly stopped. He squinted at A Ming's figure at this moment, and his voice became gentle:

"Is it cold? Then let's go inside. The weather is unpredictable, so we'd better be careful not to catch a cold."

As the boss stood up, he stretched out his hand to A Ming, who was standing there blankly, and said like a normal family member:

"Let's go, I'll take you in."

A Ming seemed to be bewitched and attached himself to the boss's outstretched hand. He nodded mechanically, with a happy smile on his face.

In a daze, A Ming seemed to see the boss holding his hand in front of him turn into a slender, long-haired woman.

The woman was wearing a beautiful red sling, her long hair was spread on her back, covering all her exposed white skin, and she moved very quickly.

She turned her back to A Ming, who was being pulled by her, and the voice coming out of her throat was soft and strange:

"A Ming, be good, mom is going to take you home..."

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