I asked you to save the villain, not to take him as your wife!

In the dim room, Lu Ming slowly opened his eyes.

There was very little light in the room and only the outlines of some large pieces of furniture could be seen.

But this was enough for Lu Ming to be sure that this was no longer his room.

His head hurt a little, and Lu Ming subconsciously frowned and pressed his temple.

"System? Is it there? You move too quickly!" Lu Ming asked twice, and the last sentence was a complaint.

He didn't even write his last words!

Although this system says that you can return to the real world after completing the task, who can say for sure?

Lu Ming knew very well that he was the type who liked to give up when he was in a bad mood, so it was entirely possible that he would not complete the mission.

If someone else were to travel through space to complete a mission, they would probably just complete the task well.

He can't.

When he is in a bad mood, he doesn't care what your mission is.

Go to hell with all that.

"Host, I'm here. I'll transfer your memory data and plot to you now." The system said.

"Wait a moment." Lu Ming raised his hand.

"Host, what's wrong?" the system asked in confusion.

"Just send me the memory data." Lu Ming said.

"Story host, don't you want it?" The system's surprised voice sounded.

"No." Lu Ming said decisively.

He is a director. Once he has the plot, it feels like everything is planned out.

he does not like.

"You just need to tell me the mission." Lu Ming added.

"Okay then." In a short period of time, the system has already noticed the host's unconventional nature.

Anyway, the plot can be transmitted not only now, but also when the host needs it again in the future, it can be transmitted to him.

"Host, the memory data and tasks have been transferred to you. Please check them yourself." The system completed the transfer quickly.

Lu Ming hummed and closed his eyes.

He didn't rush to look at the memory data, but looked at the task first.

"Change the ending of the villain Zhong Yu to die by slitting his wrists in the bathtub." He read the task content aloud as he watched.

At the same time, a picture appeared in Lu Ming's mind.

A boy in a bathrobe, except for one arm with a deep cut on the wrist, was resting on the edge of the bathtub. His entire body, including his head, was submerged in the light red blood water in the bathtub.

I couldn't see his appearance clearly, let alone what expression he had before he died.

Lu Ming frowned, feeling instinctively uncomfortable with such a scene.

Although the face cannot be seen, judging from the delicate skin of the hands, the other person should be young, at least no more than 26 years old.

It's such a pity to die at such an age.

Lu Ming shook his head to get rid of the image and then started browsing his memory.

Soon, Lu Ming finished reading the information and had a full understanding of his current situation.

This body is also called Lu Ming. His parents divorced and remarried when he was very young.

His mother won custody of him, but did not take him away after she remarried. Instead, she gave him to her uncle to raise.

The original owner's uncle was a very nice person, but his aunt had a very bad temper.

The aunt didn’t like the original owner’s nephew very much.

Are you kidding? Who can like someone who eats plain rice at home?

This is not a kitten or a puppy. Just give it food so that it won’t starve to death.

Studying doesn’t cost money?

Clothes for all seasons are free?

The problem lies in the money.

The original owner's mother remarried a foreigner and lived abroad after marriage.

At first, he gave her some living expenses, but soon, she disappeared completely.

The original owner's father was even more outrageous. He just pretended to be poor and only gave 200 yuan a month for living expenses.

The original owner's aunt had a hot temper. Every time she spent money on the original owner, she would scold his parents who gave birth to him but did not raise him.

But in the end, not a penny less was spent on the original owner.

But maybe the children didn’t understand. The original owner felt that life as a dependent in her uncle’s house was too difficult.

After passing the college entrance examination and being admitted to the directing department of Yenching Theatre School, he left his uncle's house in a hurry.

As for the tuition fees, he borrowed them from his rich second-generation childhood friend.

The years in college were uneventful. The original owner's uncle contacted him several times and asked him if he would go home this year, but he made the excuse that he was busy.

I transferred money to him, but he didn't take it.

The graduation exam for the directing department of Yenching Academy of Drama requires one to raise investment to make a movie or TV series on their own.

The original owner had a good childhood friend who wanted to film a TV series. He gave money if he asked for it, and gave people if he asked for them.

But the results were bad.

The drama was filmed and I graduated.

The show made no splash after it was aired, not even half of its cost was recovered. It can be said that it was a complete failure.

After the drama flopped, the original owner couldn't accept it and drank to drown her sorrows in her rental house.

Then, Lu Ming came.

"No wonder." Lu Ming pressed his temple again and understood why his head hurt so much.

But thinking about the drama that the original owner filmed in the memory file he watched...

How can I put it, it's an eyesore.

If he were to make a drama like this, he would also have to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

Not only did he have to drink to drown his sorrows, but he also had to worry about the future of his career as a director.

There was no point in thinking about these things. Lu Ming exerted force on the back of his wrist and sat up from the sofa.

As soon as I put my feet down from the sofa, I heard the sound of an empty can hitting something from below.

Lu Ming leaned forward out of habit, stretched out his hand and touched it, and he actually touched the coffee table.

He touched the coffee table twice again and felt something familiar.

I pressed the side button, but the expected light did not appear.

"Out of battery?" Lu Ming asked in confusion, having already long-pressed the power button.

After a few seconds, the phone lit up, but there was no icon indicating that it needed charging.

Obviously, the phone was not out of battery, but was turned off.

With the help of the light from the camera, Lu Ming scanned the surrounding area.

There are cans all over the floor. He must have drunk a lot.

Just as I was about to use my cell phone to illuminate the door and turn on the light, the phone that had just been turned on started vibrating wildly.

Lu Ming took a look and saw that there was a phone call.

After taking another look at the name on the incoming call number, Lu Ming immediately answered the call and turned on the hands-free mode.

"You bastard! You finally turned on your phone!" As soon as the call was connected, an angry male voice came from the speaker.

Dog. Lu Ming. Thing: "..."

silence.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be about to yell again, but was stopped by a female voice.

After mumbling for a while, the irritable male voice just now coughed twice, and the tone softened a little: "Lu Ming, where are you?"

It's a little softer, but still a bit aggressive.

"I'm at home." Lu Ming finally spoke.

"Come down, Miaomiao and I are downstairs in your house!"

Lu Ming did not go out and downstairs immediately, but walked to the window and opened the tightly closed curtains.

Looking down from the balcony on the third floor, I saw a car parked downstairs.

Next to the car, there was a man and a woman standing. The man was holding a cell phone in his hand.

As if they sensed something, the two people below looked up at the same time.

The three people's eyes met in the air.