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

"What are you doing?! You can't be unreasonable when you're looking for someone." The security guard spoke impatiently into the intercom in his hand: "Group 2, come over here!"

Just as he was looking for help to drive the boy away, there was a click, and the door of the villa opened from the inside. The mixed warm and cold lights shone down, hitting half of Si Mo's face, and his long eyelashes were clearly visible.

The back of Zou Yanzhi standing in front of him was stretched out. The security guard had not yet had time to see the expression of the person inside the door. He just met a pair of extremely impatient eyes that could freeze a person to death. He opened his mouth and said, "Zou..."

Mr.

Bang-!

The door was slammed shut without warning, leaving him alone outside the villa, disheveled and blown by the wind.

The young man beside me had disappeared since some time ago.

……

In the evening, the temperature in the south city dropped to around 18 or 19 degrees. Zou Yanzhi wore a velvet white turtleneck gown and pure black draped trousers that covered his ankles. Even with the heating on full blast at home, he didn't seem to sweat at all. On the contrary, his outfit felt like it wasn't thick enough.

Upon closer inspection, he had a faint circle of dark circles under his eyes, his narrow and long phoenix eyes were lazily tilted upwards, and his pretty M-shaped lips were not very colorful, showing no sign of concealing his tiredness and hostility.

Lazy and casual, with a hint of morbidity.

His appearance can be described as seductive, even if you look at the entire online literary circle, no one can compare to him. But writers don't make a living by their looks.

It is hard to imagine how such a man who is so aloof and distant in private could write works that are regarded as masterpieces.

What's more, he also has a group portrait novel that has been on the list for many years. When the book first became popular, people speculated whether the author's personality would be like the protagonist in the book, a smart and passionate young man.

"..."

After pulling the man in, Zou Yanzhi let go of Si Mo's arm without staying for a few seconds.

"Too noisy."

He suddenly frowned and said something, as if he was explaining why he let someone in.

"If you had opened the door earlier, I wouldn't have to say much to him." Si Mo looked up at him and took a deep breath.

"Mr. Zou, this is a gift for you."

Si Mo took out the long and narrow box from his bag and handed it to Zou Yanzhi: "Should we follow the procedure, or...?"

Zou Yanzhi didn't say anything, but lowered his head and glanced at the hands. He didn't think about what was in the box anymore, but paused for two seconds, looking at the boy's cleanly trimmed, round fingertips.

"What process?" He sneered, "Muyun Culture sent you here to urge you to submit your manuscript, didn't they?"

He did not accept the gift, and the other party did not react, and directly put it on the entrance cabinet. It was just a formality.

Si Mo said bluntly: "Yes. So I want to ask Mr. Zou, are you writing your first draft?"

"Do you want me to explain it more clearly? I said I... ahem..."

Before he could finish his words, the fishy and sweet taste that he had just endured surged up his throat again. Zou Yanzhi held his abdomen, his handsome eyebrows raised coldly, and his face seemed to have turned a little paler.

It turned out that he was sick.

Si Mo was secretly complaining in his heart, but out of humanitarianism, he took two steps forward, thinking of supporting Zou Yanzhi, who was coughing so hard that he almost lost the ability to move.

Zou Yanzhi had no time to push away the stranger's excessive contact with him, even though he thought it was an offense.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Si Mo's hand rested on his wrist, the pulse his fingertips accidentally touched was not only weaker than he had imagined, but he suddenly noticed something different!

It is the panicked emotions after being separated from the subject, and it is also Xuan Qi's soul.

Zou Yanzhi was exactly the person he was looking for.

It’s just that for some unknown reason, his heart meridian was severely damaged. Even the fox clan’s love that contained divine power could not fill the gap, and its luster was completely dimmed.

And judging from his pulse, he has no more than half a year to live.

How could this be?

At this moment, Si Mo stood there, suddenly at a loss. Just as he wanted to get a better understanding, Zou Yanzhi had already recovered, and his first reaction was to push away the offender.

In an even hoarser voice, he continued, "I've said before, you either wait or terminate the contract. I don't care how much the penalty is. I will also bear any adverse consequences myself. Is that clear enough now?"

"If you understand, get out. Don't expect me to send you off in person."

He endured the discomfort and swallowed dryly. Then, as if the person did not exist, he went to the living room, poured himself a glass of water, and went upstairs.

"Wait! Zou Yanzhi." In a hurry, Si Mo blurted out his name.

Zou Yanzhi paused as he heard footsteps approaching from behind. Si Mo quickly took off his shoes and put them aside, then put on slippers and walked into his home.

"What's wrong with you?"

At first glance, it sounds like the editor's daily concern for his authors, as if he died of illness and no longer had to hand in the manuscripts.

Zou Yanzhi was not tired of repeating the question and chose to avoid the main point and make an excuse: "...a cold."

"Ahem... who allowed you to come in?"

He said coldly: "Get out."

He is so cold in this dimension, as if he has no feelings for him at all.

"No." After confirming, the little fox rejected him with an unusually firm look in his eyes: "As your new editor, I have the right to be responsible for you."

Be responsible for him?

Zou Yanzhi's dark pupils suddenly flickered, and he became gloomy: "No need. Let me guess, the previous editor Zhou became a hands-off boss, so your editor-in-chief had no choice but to assign me to you, right?"

"Don't worry, it will be troublesome to follow me, and I don't like being harassed by strangers. So I will tell Yan Wenzhong not to assign any more editors to me."

My intention to drive people away is so obvious, could this person be so blind as not to see it?

Zou Yanzhi regretted it very much. He had let the person in in a fit of rage. Now he couldn't get rid of this trouble even if he wanted to.

"I came here with a mission, and I won't leave until I complete it." Si Mo lied with his eyes open: "It's not Editor-in-Chief Yan's idea. I want to take you with me, and it's voluntary."

Zou Yanzhi looked at him with an expression that said, "Do you think I believe it?"

"You don't believe it? Master Zou, I am actually a loyal fan of yours. I have read every one of your books. And I like them very much. I can recite them by heart!"

The boy held up three fingers and made a gesture of swearing, his eyes burning with passion.

"Do you know?" Zou Yanzhi spoke after a long while. "Everyone who came to see me said this before. Is this the unified template you edited?"