After the cannon fodder mission was completed, the younger male protagonist went crazy

Chen Xingzhu: [Tongtong, don't worry, this is the last time. From now on, we will work together!]

Chen Xingzhu's voice was full of fighting spirit, but the system said: [Okay, then you do it now.]

Chen Xingzhu: [Ah?]

He was stunned.

The system had to explain: [Call Secretary Zhang now and ask her to contact Qu Tiexin.]

Chen Xingzhu: [Qu Tiexin?]

System: [Qu Tiexin is Qu Dao.]

Chen Xingzhu: [This name doesn’t sound like a good person.]

System: [Don’t interrupt. Call Secretary Zhang right away.]

Chen Xingzhu: [Secretary Zhang, can you do it? It's such a big thing that I have to do it myself?]

System: [In the eyes of others, Secretary Zhang represents you.]

Chen Xingzhu argued quietly, "It means I am not the real me either."

System: [Qu Tiexin is currently looking for investment. It is a good opportunity for you to find him now.]

Chen Xingzhu: [I think I still have to do it myself.]

System: [Chen Xingzhu, you poor bastard!]

Chen Xingzhu immediately called Secretary Zhang.

"Hello, Mr. Chen."

Chen Xingzhu hummed, then said in a deep voice, "Director Qu Tiexin is currently preparing to adapt his novel "Needle Sharp" into a film and television series. Qiao Wenzhou is very suitable for the villain role. You can go and contact him."

Secretary Zhang: "Okay, can I arrange it for you in a week?"

Chen Xingzhu: "Yes, sure."

Secretary Zhang: "Do you have anything else to do?"

After thinking for a while, Chen Xingzhu added: "This matter must be done, no matter how much investment the other party requires."

Secretary Zhang: "Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Xingzhu immediately stopped acting like a domineering boss and lazily collapsed on the bed, becoming a salted fish without any dreams.

The system was simply stunned by this.

Chen Xingzhu raised his chin, with an inexplicable look of pride, "See, I told you it would work, right?"

System: It is more than useful, it is extremely useful!

The system quickly memorized the secret weapon.

Chen Xingzhu rubbed his chin slightly, [But... is just a phone call enough? ]

It feels a bit sloppy...

The system quickly replied, "Yes, it's just a phone call. I said that Secretary Zhang represents you."

[You know her ability, this is absolutely perfect.]

In this regard, Chen Xingzhu: [……]

Then what was the purpose of his persistence just now?

For that pitiful, worthless sympathy?

Haha, as expected, I am the clown.

After the matter was settled, the system felt relieved.

Chen Xingzhu collapsed on the bed, feeling deeply hurt.

Just at this moment, the cell phone rang.

Chen Xingzhu stretched out his arm lazily and picked up the phone.

"Thank you Mr. Chen, the food is delicious, pictures X9"

Letterer: Qiao Wenzhou.

A light suddenly flashed in Chen Xingzhu's eyes. The opportunity to improve favorability has come!

Now that you have decided to complete the mission well and intend to stay here after completing the mission, it is particularly important to establish a good relationship with the protagonist.

He did not ask the protagonist to be grateful to him, but only asked the protagonist to show mercy and spare his life in the future.

So, "Delicious? Then I'll order you some more."

After sending the message, Chen Xingzhu immediately opened a food delivery app.

The other side quickly replied, "No, thank you Mr. Chen, I'm full."

I am full?

Chen Xingzhu could only exit the software with regret.

Hey, why is Qiao Wenzhou’s belly so small?

How can one feel full with just a pizza, a chicken burger, a serving of French fries, a portion of Maoxuewang, a bowl of snail noodles, and a bottle of Coke?

Such a good opportunity is gone.

Hey……

I can only think of other ways.

The next second, "Well, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning? I'll order it for you."

Qiao Wenzhou: "No, I'll go to the hospital cafeteria to buy some millet porridge tomorrow."

Chen Xingzhu: "Do you like millet porridge?"

Qiao Wenzhou: "Well, I want to eat something light."

Chen Xingzhu: "Okay, got it. I'll wait for you tomorrow morning."

Qiao Wenzhou: "Mr. Chen, it's really not necessary."

He couldn't even compare to the hospital cafeteria? This was outrageous!

Chen Xingzhu: "Wait."

Here, in the completely dark lounge, he could still clearly hear the beeping sounds of instruments in the next ward. He knew that was the sound of testing his mother's vital signs.

It's cold, hard, and crisp, making one's heart palpitate.

It was already late at night, but the hospital was not very quiet.

From time to time, the sound of footsteps could be heard in the corridor, as well as deliberately suppressed conversations in the distance, wailing from unknown sources, and so on.

Qiao Wenzhou stared at the two words on the screen, and it seemed as if a trace of honey flowed into his eyes.

His wife is so domineering.

Slowly, he typed two words, "Okay."

He waited.

The body under the quilt was curled up on its side like a baby, and the hands holding the mobile phone gradually moved closer to the eyes.

He is not nearsighted, he just wants to get closer.

He was greedy for this little bit of light.

He would not tell anyone that Mr. Chen suddenly left in the afternoon, and his heart suddenly sank.

Likewise, he wouldn't tell anyone that it was a bit dark in the lounge right now.

The heart that had been empty for a long time was once again filled with warmth because of the person behind the screen.

Wife: "What do you want to eat for lunch?"

Qiao Wenzhou: “I haven’t thought about it yet.”

Wife: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

With his eyebrows curved, Qiao Wenzhou gave this answer, "I eat whatever Mr. Chen eats."

After sending this message, he didn't receive any new message for a long time.

Qiao Wenzhou suddenly felt a little regretful. He should continue to say that he had not thought about it yet. Then Mr. Chen might ask what he wanted to eat the day after tomorrow morning.

His curved eyebrows drooped instantly, and Qiao Wenzhou refreshed his mind several times in disbelief.

But if there is none, there is none.

He looked at the historical messages on the screen and wondered why Mr. Chen was silent. Did he say something wrong?

Suddenly, a new message appeared on the screen.

Wife: "Will you be scared if you are alone in the hospital?"

His breath was choked, and the corners of Qiao Wenzhou's lips slowly fell back.

are you afraid?

He listened to the quiet yet noisy sounds outside, and looked at the instruments around him that seemed even colder and more silent in the dim light.

After retracting his gaze, he looked at the faint light in front of him.

"No."

He answered like this.

Because there is light, there is no fear.

The next second, a call came in from 'wife'.

His eyes trembled slightly, and Qiao Wenzhou answered the call almost in a panic.

He swallowed, and his dry throat was briefly moistened.

He was extremely nervous.

"Hey?"

He swore that he had tried his best to straighten out his voice so that the other party would not hear his tremor.

But once you open your mouth, some things are bound to leak out.

I don’t know if the other party heard it.

He quickly tried to make amends and cover up his recent gaffe.

"Hello, Mr. Chen."