Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

As soon as Tong Xiyuan asked the question, the air around him suddenly became cold.

Everyone glanced at Fan He and said nothing. They were all people with special powers, but they were wary of Fan He because he had no special powers. It was strange.

"Dead." Fan He said calmly.

Tong Xiyuan raised his eyebrows, "Dead?"

He had been away for less than a week and such a big thing happened in the base.

A look of doubt flashed across Cheng Ruyin's face. She first glanced at the base management team who looked as wilted as eggplants hit by frost, then looked around for Meng Bai. After making sure that Meng Bai was really not there, she looked at Fan He who had a calm expression on his face.

She opened her lips and asked, "How did he die?"

Fan He glanced at her sideways, not forgetting his persona in front of Tong Xiyuan, and smiled, "It's a bit complicated, let's talk about it when we get back."

He looked down at Tong Xiyuan and said softly, "Brother, let's go home first."

Tong Xiyuan agreed with full of doubts and was about to call Cheng Ruyin to join him when someone from the base management who had been silent spoke up.

"Brother Yuan," the man said sincerely, "Brother Kuan is dead, and the base cannot be without a leader. Everyone wants you to be the new leader."

The others nodded hurriedly. This was not because they were afraid of Fan He's words, but because they sincerely hoped that Tong Xiyuan would come to manage the base and take care of Fan He at the same time.

Tong Xiyuan thought about it and said, "Okay."

He learned a lot from the previous world. There should be something in common between managing a company and managing a base. If he does it himself, he can also better protect the protagonist.

After agreeing to this, he would not be able to go home with Fan He immediately. A group of people were eagerly waiting for Tong Xiyuan to go to the meeting to integrate what had happened in the base during this period and the news brought back from the military base.

Tong Xiyuan glanced at Fan He and said with some consolation, "Come with me to the conference building?"

Fan He had already figured out the way inside and outside the building, but at this moment he held Tong Xiyuan's hand with embarrassment, "Brother, lead me, I don't know the way."

Tong Xiyuan: "Okay."

other people:"……"

After entering the meeting room in the building, Tong Xiyuan sat in the main seat in the center. He glanced at the management team, who were missing several familiar faces after not seeing them for a few days, frowned and asked, "Where's Meng Bai?"

Everyone glanced at Fan He who was leaning against the door and said, "He's out fighting zombies."

He was really sent out to fight zombies. Fortunately, Fan He just disliked Meng Bai and didn't really want his life, so he mercifully gave four or five psychics to follow him.

"I see." Tong Xiyuan was silent for a moment, and briefly described the cooperation with the military base, saying: "In addition to possessing guns and exchanging a large amount of food, they also released news to recruit scientific research talents and plan to study zombie virus vaccines."

"Vaccine?" someone asked in disbelief, "Will it work?"

Others also grumbled, "The only way to kill zombies is to lose their heads. Isn't it wishful thinking to suppress such disgusting, man-eating creatures with vaccines? If you have that time, you might as well study how to grow food."

Fan He raised his eyes and glanced at the person who said zombies were disgusting, then subconsciously turned to look at Tong Xiyuan, wanting to know how the other person felt about zombies.

Unfortunately, Tong Xiyuan looked as usual.

Tong Xiyuan said to those who did not believe or had concerns: "The vaccine may not necessarily kill zombies, but if the research is successful, it can save those who have just been infected with the virus. As long as fewer people are infected, the zombies will eventually become extinct."

"Brother Yuan is right, but those who can research vaccines must be professionals, right? Before the apocalypse, most of those people were powerless. After the apocalypse began, they might all be dead. Where can we find them?"

Tong Xiyuan smiled and said, "We have Dr. Cheng."

After his reminder, everyone suddenly remembered that Cheng Ruyin, whose supernatural power level had reached the third level, was also a doctor.

Tong Xiyuan called Cheng Ruyin in, told her about the vaccine research plan, and asked, "Are you willing?"

Cheng Ruyin nodded, "You can do the research, but you have to prepare everything for me, including the laboratory and experimental equipment."

"I'll prepare it for you within three days." Tong Xiyuan promised.

Cheng Ruyin responded, believing that he was trustworthy, and added: "The laboratory must be reinforced. I will be the only one present during the subsequent drug testing. The zombie virus is highly contagious. A scratch or a bite will infect you, not to mention direct contact with the virus fluid, so try not to get close to the laboratory."

Tong Xiyuan agreed and promised to find her protective clothing made of the best materials.

He didn't notice that Fan He, who had been waiting at the door, fell into deep thought because of something Cheng Ruyin said, and his eyes gradually became confused.

After staying in the conference building for a long time, Tong Xiyuan got up and left.

"Let's go." He reached out to pull Vanhe, but the other party dodged him.

Tong Xiyuan was stunned for a moment, looking puzzled.

Fan He noticed his sluggishness and suddenly came back to his senses. He opened his mouth anxiously to explain, but his thoughts turned around in an instant. He frowned and lowered his head and said, "Brother has been in a meeting for so long, I am tired of waiting."

He reached out and carefully and gently held Tong Xiyuan's hand, not daring to squeeze it hard.

Tong Xiyuan glanced at him suspiciously, and said as he walked: "Sorry, if you are tired, you don't have to wait all the time, um..."

He thought for a moment, looked at Fan He's obviously distracted expression and said, "How about I make you a delicious dessert when we get home?"

Fan He didn't pay any attention to what he was saying. His eyes stayed on Tong Xiyuan's fair neck for a long time. He kept telling himself not to touch him carelessly in the future and not to turn such a handsome brother into an ugly zombie.

He said casually, "Okay."

Tong Xiyuan frowned and blinked, and was even willing to eat the dessert.

【Jiu Mei,】 he asked 999, 【What happened to Fan He?】

999 saw it early in the morning and analyzed it, but didn't plan to say anything, "It's nothing, your husband may be really tired."

Tong Xiyuan: [Really? ]

He didn't believe that the system had become bad now.

After arriving home and having a simple meal, Tong Xiyuan did not really make dessert. There were not enough ingredients in the apocalypse, and the dessert was not tasty. Not to mention Fan He, the Zombie King, even he himself could not eat it.

After taking a shower, he returned to the bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed and realized something was wrong.

What about the other pillow on the bed?

What about Van He?

Tong Xiyuan immediately threw down the towel and ignored his dripping hair. He put on his slippers, opened the door and went to the second bedroom.

After two "knock knock" sounds, slow footsteps were heard from inside.

Fan He opened the door only a crack, and the background behind him was black, obviously even the lights were not on.

"Brother?" He looked at Tong Xiyuan who had just finished taking a shower with a deep gaze, and his Adam's apple rolled for a moment without being too obvious.