Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

"What?! Professor Si is sick, why didn't you tell me!"

The next morning, Wen Zhuo was chattering outside the villa. He came to remind Si Mo that there was a welcome party at the base today. But Lu Zhan said that he had a fever last night and insisted on going in to see him.

"Why should I tell you?" Lu Zhan stood at the door with a cold face. It seemed that the habit of disliking each other as soon as they met could not be changed. They had said yesterday...

"Also, keep your voice down. If you dare disturb him while he's resting--" The Zombie King held onto the door, his eyes as cold as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Oh, you're threatening me! Do you believe that I will tell your identity to everyone in the base right now and ask them to kick you out? It's hard to say who will die first."

Lu Zhan narrowed his eyes and refused to let him in. "Okay. Go and tell him."

"What are you arguing about so early in the morning?" "Come in!"

Lu Zhan: “…”

"Tsk." Wen Zhuo said unhappily, slapped Lu Zhan's blocking hand, walked in swaggeringly, and showed off like a winner: "Did you hear that? Professor Si asked me to come in~"

The Zombie King looked unhappy, but he couldn't say anything else, so he followed behind with a gloomy mood.

When he entered the room, the first thing the young man saw was the thin professor sitting unceremoniously on a chair in front of the dining table. Si Mo frowned slightly, with his mobile phone and computer in front of him, while his other hand was not idle, as he elegantly drank spoonful after spoonful of the porridge that Lu Zhan had cooked for him early in the morning.

"Ma Ma, how about I feed you?" Lu Zhan walked over and asked with concern.

To be honest, Si Mo really didn't want to move at this time. He had a fever all night and didn't have much energy. He didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, but because there were outsiders around, it wouldn't be good for him to be too close to Lu Zhan, so he waved his hand and said, "No need."

"Were you guys arguing just now? How childish..."

"Yes."

"No."

Two different voices sounded at the same time. After they finished speaking, Wen Zhuo and Lu Zhan looked at each other and snorted with disdain.

Lu Zhan had a preconceived idea and acted pitifully, pulling at the corner of Si Mo's clothes twice: "There are so many people in your base, anyone can report. Mo Mo, you know that Deputy Wen looks down on me, so let's change someone else next time, so that we don't get tired of each other."

Wen Zhuo was so shocked by his words that his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg. What a good pot of white lotus tea! "No, Professor Si, you listen to him...ah!"

Before he could say a few words to defend himself, the young man's eyes suddenly looked somewhere and his words stopped abruptly in surprise.

He realized it later and his face turned red. He avoided her gaze again and again: "Professor Si, you..."

Si Mo looked up and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with me?"

Wen Zhuo couldn't say anything, so he gestured randomly on his neck. Si Mo finally understood after seeing this.

It turned out that the ambiguous kiss marks left behind made the child shy.

Seeing this, Lu Zhan felt like he had won a victory, and his heart suddenly became much more relieved. He stroked the side of Si Mo's neck with his fingertips, as if he was showing off his trophy.

Last night his wife insisted on..., and he had no idea how to coax her. So he simply offered to "help" Si Mo.

The delicate kisses went all the way down from the lips, almost covering the professor's entire body. The zombie king lowered his head and bit Si Xiaomo.

After tossing and turning for two hours, Si Mo was so tired that he couldn't speak and finally went to sleep.

Afterwards, Lu Zhan wiped his body with antipyretic alcohol, changed the bed sheets, and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower until dawn.

Last night was a hard night.

Si Mo touched his neck in an unnatural manner, pulled up his collar a little, cleared his throat and said, "...Well, about this matter."

"Professor Si, you don't need to quibble. No, you don't need to explain. I understand!" Wen Zhuo tilted his head. If he continued, his neck would turn red to his ears. "I just came to remind you not to forget the welcome party later. I have sorted out the data you asked for. I'll leave first...!"

After saying this, without waiting for the two people opposite to stay, the young man ran away like a hurricane that blew over and away, and disappeared in a flash.

"..."

"It's all your fault. I've been misunderstood!" Si Mo pushed Lu Zhan unhappily and gulped down the porridge angrily.

"How can you blame me..." After the irrelevant people left, Lu Zhan was in a good mood. He simply stopped pretending, with a bright and cunning smile on his face: "Last night, wasn't Mo Mo also willing to do it? He took the initiative to..."

"You! Still! Say!" The young professor clenched his teeth, and the spoon in his hand made a crackling sound.

The Zombie King rubbed Si Mo's soft hair soothingly and pecked him on the lips: "Okay, stop talking. Eat more."

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On the other hand, after Lu Yin's suggestion, Xue Jinwen pondered for a long time and came up with a way to punish Si Mo and the other two.

Isn't it a welcome party? Isn't it popular with everyone? Then he will let Si Mo experience what it means to be ruined!

Since the zombie king chose Si Mo and willingly followed him to such a dangerous base, Xue Jinwen must let them know this mistake and how stupid it is to trust someone who cannot protect himself.

The medical staff, military soldiers and many authoritative professors at Base No. 4 dressed up today to welcome Professor Si whom they had not seen for many days. They also wanted to hear what happened. Most of them still did not believe that the upright and gentle professor would do such a thing.

There may be some unspeakable secret in this.

The atmosphere in the central square of the base was like that of the Chinese New Year, a scene that had not been seen for a long time.

The time was just right. Professor Lop-Eared Rabbit changed into his familiar white coat, put a USB drive in his pocket and left the tent. Lu Zhan stood at the end of the crowd, inconspicuous, and looked at him quietly. The smartly dressed boy seemed to step into his heart with every step he took, leaving a mark on the soft grass.

Si Mo's appearance is very eye-catching, with high eyebrows, clear and bright lake blue eyes, and thin lips that are just right. Like bamboo leaves washed by rain, hidden in the dense bamboo forest, but each leaf is distinct, delicate and clear.

Because he was young, he was able to show amazing talent and stand out among a group of scholars. He became a professor at a young age. He was even praised and teased as the most talented among the handsome ones, and the most handsome among the talented ones.

As soon as Professor Lop-Eared Rabbit took his place on the stage, there was enthusiastic applause from all around. Other professors who used to be good friends with him looked at Si Mo with eyes full of satisfaction.

Xue Jinwen clenched his fists, told himself to be patient, and tried hard to pretend to be sensible in front of others, clapping with a fake smile.