All My Fans in the World [Quick Transmigration]

Xue Zhiyuan felt that he was simply baffled, just now when he saw Mo Ziyu's kind face towards a woman, he actually felt a little sour, and even subconsciously felt that it was unfair, that man had never been so kind to him before.

Since he was adopted by Xue Mingyu, in the past four years, every word Xue Mingyu said to him seemed to be giving orders. He always told him that he must do this and that, and he never said a word to him in a friendly manner.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved.

Mo Ziyu pushed open the door just in time to see the scene of the young man wiping tears secretly, "I can't tell that this child is quite slender inside." After a pause, he said, "It's just a little small."

5917: "..." Ever since seeing the male protagonist's body, the host seems to never forget this topic.

Realizing that the door was opened, Xue Zhiyuan quickly wiped away tears, turned his head to see Mo Ziyu, and said angrily, "What are you doing here?"

With a cold face, Mo Ziyu glanced at him lightly, "Mr. Mi said that you haven't finished your homework yet, follow me to the study."

Just as he was about to refute, he saw that Mo Ziyu had already opened the door and went out. Xue Zhiyuan glared at his back, paused, and still followed.

"Host, how do you know that the male lead hasn't finished his homework?" 5917 asked curiously.

Mo Ziyu sat down at the desk, turned on the computer, and answered after a while: "When did the hero in the plot hand in his homework?"

5917: "..." The host was right, it asked another stupid question.

Seeing Xue Zhiyuan coming in, Mo Ziyu pointed to the vacant seat next to him, "Sit here."

Xue Zhiyuan was obviously reluctant, but Mo Ziyu's eyes fixed him, and he walked slowly to his side, and sat down on the chair.

After watching him sit down, open the book and pick up the pen, Mo Ziyu opened the email and started to deal with the affairs.

Ten years old is the age of restlessness, and Xue Zhiyuan is no exception, not to mention his grades are not good, he was forced to lecture for two hours in the afternoon, which is already the limit, and now he is ordered by Mo Ziyu to do it again. Operation.

When did he do his homework since he was in junior high school?

Before writing two words, Xue Zhiyuan's eyes fell on Mo Ziyu's face unconsciously.

The man's facial features are not profound, but the lines of his straight face are extraordinarily cold, his eyes are beautiful dark black, his nose is very straight, I don't know if it is Xue Zhiyuan's illusion, he feels that Xue Mingyu's lips are softer than before. The color is lighter.

Just waiting for careful study, Xue Zhiyuan suddenly heard a man's voice next to his ear, he said: "Does it look good?"

Subconsciously moving his eyes away, Xue Zhiyuan felt that he was stupefied, he would look at this guy fascinated, and was caught.

Glancing at the young man's reddened ears, a smile flashed across Mo Ziyu's eyes, "Xiao Wu, I didn't expect the hero to be so shy this time."

5917 seriously thought about the attributes of the male protagonists in these worlds, and found that only the male protagonists in this world have the softest personality, and they cry when they are left out in the cold!But if you think about it carefully, this child is only 14 years old now, not yet 15 years old. He became an orphan at the age of ten, and has been treated indifferently by the adopter. Although he has a violent temper, he is still a child no matter what.Thinking of this, 5917 couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic towards him.

Xue Zhiyuan only wanted to stare at the book in front of him.

"Ask me any questions you don't know." Seeing that the male protagonist didn't intend to speak, Mo Ziyu decided to add another fire, "You are not young, follow me during summer vacation, I will teach you something."

Xue Zhiyuan raised his head subconsciously to look at Mo Ziyu, his eyes were full of surprise, he was not stupid, so he naturally understood what Mo Ziyu meant.

"Since the day I adopted you, I have said that you are my son." Mo Ziyu knocked on the table directly, making a slight knocking sound, "I hope you remember this identity."

Xue Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and wanted to ask something, but saw that Mo Ziyu had already turned his attention back to the computer.

Distraught, he did his homework for another two hours. Xue Zhiyuan didn't know what he had written, and finally heard Mo Ziyu's voice, "It's getting late, go and rest, and do the homework tomorrow."

"Okay, okay." Xue Zhiyuan stood up blankly, and was about to walk outside.

"Find time to change the color on your head." Although the exploding green looks very interesting, it is really irritating to the eyes after a long time.

"Oh." Xue Zhiyuan stroked his hair, a smile appeared on Mo Ziyu's face behind his back, and he felt a little indescribably happy, so it turned out that he was still paying attention to himself.

"The favorability of the male protagonist +20%, the current favorability is 40%." 5917 was elated, the host is really amazing!

Mo Ziyu continued: "Go, call the housekeeper for me."

"Okay." Xue Zhiyuan opened his mouth, but he didn't call out that name, opened the door and walked out.

After Xue Zhiyuan left, Mo Ziyu's figure sitting upright on the chair suddenly swayed, and he almost fell straight down.

"Host, what's wrong with you?!" 5917's voice was full of panic.

Mo Ziyu supported the edge of the table and fell back on the back of the chair. His face was covered with sweat. Due to the incompatibility between the soul and the body, the sensitivity of this body was much stronger than twice the pain sensitivity of his original body. It was much more uncomfortable than Ling Chi under the normal pain condition.

After a long while, Mo Ziyu finally came back to his senses, slowly sat up straight with the armrests of the chair, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Just at this time, the door was knocked from outside, "Patriarch, are you looking for me?" Tan Moyang's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in." Mo Ziyu's voice has returned to calm, except for the slight trembling of the fingers holding the handrail, there is nothing unusual.

With a gentle smile on his face, Tan Moyang stood respectfully in front of Mo Ziyu.

"Come here." Mo Ziyu said suddenly.

Tan Moyang was a little puzzled, but he still walked up to Mo Ziyu.

Mo Ziyu closed his eyes, "Xiao Wu, I feel a little sad."

5917 blamed himself for not realizing that the host was so uncomfortable, and was suddenly surprised again, "Host, what's wrong?"

"I can't stand up anymore." Mo Ziyu sighed in his heart, "This body is so difficult to use, how can I learn more postures in the future?"

5917:"……"

"Hey, don't cry, I'm fine."

5917 was taken aback suddenly, how did the host know it was crying?It didn't make a sound.Then I thought of the host comforting it when it was so uncomfortable, so I couldn't help crying even more sadly.

"I have a headache."

The crying stopped abruptly.

"Homeowner?"

Mo Ziyu looked at him. Tan Moyang was taller than Xue Mingyu, and his figure was also very good. Obviously, he had practiced, and his strength should be good. He nodded inwardly, "Go and help me lift the second bedside table on the left side of my bedside table. Bring the medicine in the grid."

"Yes, master."

Looking at the man who walked out obediently, Mo Ziyu leaned back in his chair again with a calm expression.

5917's voice was still crying, "Host, why didn't you let the housekeeper take you back to the room to rest?"

"I just saw him not wearing a coat, and wanted to see if he is in good shape." Mo Ziyu said with a smile, "Why, Xiao Wu has taken a fancy to him?"

5917:"……"

Tan Moyang successfully found a bottle of medicine from the drawer that Mo Ziyu mentioned. It was a small blue pill without any label on it.

With a puzzled expression on his face, he hesitated for a moment, poured out a pill from the bottle, and then got up and went back to the study.

Mo Ziyu asked Tan Moyang to put the bottle on the table, "Go out."

"Good Patriarch." Tan Moyang looked at the eye drops bottle, and exited the study obediently.

Mo Ziyu glanced at the small transparent medicine bottle on the table, "One is missing."

"How did you find out?" 5917 couldn't help being curious. Its scan was 100% accurate, but even it didn't notice the change in this bottle of medicine. Of course, it didn't notice what the bottle of medicine looked like before.

"There were two hundred and three in it before, but now it is two hundred and two." Mo Ziyu said, "It seems that the butler is quite concerned about me."

5917, who thought that the host had changed his ways, once again sent a little bit of sympathy to the housekeeper, and the rest of the sympathy belonged to the host!

This is the powerful painkiller that Han Fuchen gave Mo Ziyu when he left the hospital today. Mo Ziyu has not tried it yet, but just threw it in the drawer at will, and now he takes it out... "Host, don't you want to take it?" ?”

"This kind of medicine has a strong dependence, and it is usually harmful to the cardiovascular system. If you take it, you will not live for three years." Mo Ziyu said.

5917: "Host, can I ask a question?"

"Ah."

"Why did you persist for three years?" 5917 was a little apprehensive, it felt as if it had asked some terrible questions.

Then its conjecture was quickly confirmed, "The male protagonist will be 15 years old in two days, and in three years, I want to see if he will become a big talent when he becomes an adult."

"..." Regarding the host's 'simple' wishes, what else can it say?

Regardless of 5917's shock, Mo Ziyu finally stood up, but because his legs and feet were too weak, he almost fell down, causing 5917 to exclaim again, "Host be careful!"

"Shut up." Mo Ziyu stood up straight with his support on the table.

5917 quickly shut up.

On the second day, Mo Ziyu came to the dining table as usual, and Xue Zhiyuan sat obediently on his seat, and when he saw Mo Ziyu, he nodded and greeted him.

A rare harmonious breakfast time.

Xue Zhiyuan would take a look at Mo Ziyu from time to time, he noticed that the man ate very gracefully, and the eating speed was very slow, he had already finished two bowls of porridge, Mo Ziyu only finished half a bowl, and then he put it down The tableware was removed, and it seemed that he did not intend to continue eating.

How can such a little food be enough for a man?He moved his hand in the direction of Baozi, and then saw that Mo Ziyu had stood up.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but snorted and looked away.

"This son is getting more and more caring, and he actually wants to bring food for his father. I will treat him better in the future." Mo Ziyu sighed.

"Host, aren't you hungry after eating so much?" 5917 asked.

"you guess."

Just at noon of this day, Xue's family ushered in an uninvited guest.

Mo Ziyu sat on the sofa, "What's the matter here, cousin?"

Han Fuchen sat opposite Mo Ziyu, "I'm here to apply for your personal doctor position."