Male God Transformation Project [Rebirth]

"Thank you for helping me just now." Ling Zimo said with a full bow tie.

"Eh..." Feng Che looked at him and suddenly laughed, "You and I don't have to be so polite."

Uh...Look at what they said, as if they were familiar with each other, this made Ling Zimo's mentality start to beat even more. Did Feng Che know himself before?

"What..." Ling Zimo protested in a low voice, "Why does he speak so strangely every time, as if they have known each other for a long time?"

"what are you saying?"

"Um...it's nothing." Ling Zimo was speechless, he could hear it all.

Feng Che looked at Ling Zimo, his pale and thin face was carved with resolute lines. "Well, you must pay attention to what I told you, especially when it comes to your own safety."

Feng Che's tone was like that of an adult and a child, but there was something else in it. Ling Zimo couldn't figure out what it was like for the time being. In short, Feng Che treated him very well. At least, he was He really cared about him, he could feel it.

The sea breeze blew, and a strong fishy smell hit his nostrils. Ling Zimo suddenly felt his stomach was about to roll over. He resisted the feeling of wanting to vomit, but at this moment, Feng Che stroked his head, A few messy hairs were hidden behind his ears.

"You have broken hair around your ears." Feng Che's voice was very gentle, but the gentleness was full of magnetism, which made Ling Zimo somewhat uncomfortable, and he took a step back.

Why?Why doesn't he feel sick anymore? Could it be because Feng Che brushed his hair for himself?Wow, shit, shit, this is unreasonable, and it's too unscientific.

"Master, is your face red again?!" Ling Yun said happily.

Uh... Ling Zimo touched his face, sure enough, it was hot, damn it.

Ling Zimo was a little at a loss, he thanked Feng Che again, and hurriedly left here as if fleeing.

Oops, oops, only 5 minutes left.

It takes him 5 minutes to choose one of the clothes he likes the most today from a mountain of clothes.

Oh my god, to ask him to choose the most desirable one from a pile of clothes in an instant, and it still needs to be the clothes that are completely suitable for today's occasion, and the time is only 5 minutes, or less, ah, ah, that is simply death. .

Soon, Ling Zimo came to the fitting room. According to his request, the maid neatly sorted his clothes into categories and arranged them layer by layer.

"Master, you've come." Apparently the maid had been waiting for Ling Zimo for a long time.

"You go out." Ling Zimo's eyes circled on the clothes, wondering what kind of clothes he should change into.

What should I wear?

"Hey, make up your mind. It's only a few minutes. Don't wait for the banquet to start. You haven't dressed yet. It's not a good thing to make everyone wait for you." Ling Yu Said bitterly.

Ling Zimo naturally knew the importance of the matter, but it was because he paid too much attention to today's occasion and task that he felt that the original choice was really scary.

Ling Zimo picked up a piece of clothing, shook his head, and threw it down dissatisfied.

So, repeatedly, after 2 minutes.

Ling Yu couldn't bear it anymore: "Master, I've made up my mind. If it's the first half of the banquet, this dress on you will be the most suitable."

"Fuck, are you sure you're not kidding me?"

"Of course not, I'm teasing you, you won't kill me when you turn around."

"Go and go..."

However, as soon as Ling Zimo finished speaking, the system sounded.

Ding dong:

Secondary task: put on clothes.

Task content: Wear a student uniform, and cooperate with the completion of the main task of the jacket.

……

When it was finished, Ling Zimo was speechless. He didn't have auditory hallucinations, but the system asked him to pass on his student attire to play. Is this really a joke?

And Ling Yun was about to die laughing at this time: "Hurry up and change, there is only one minute and 30 seconds left."

Ling Zimo seems to have come to his senses too, who cares about him, he doesn’t care about anything now, just pretend to be a student, anyway, it can be regarded as saving his choice phobia, besides, he is a student himself, pretending to be a student, In fact, it's his true colors playing the role, what's so difficult about it.

Soon, Ling Zimo changed his clothes, and ran out of the fitting room with lightning speed.

Time was running out, and Ling Zimo galloped like a wild horse running wild.

Compared with Ling Zimo's turmoil, the other side is peaceful.

There were hundreds of people on the three yachts.Most of the guests in the first ship were famous people from the political and entertainment circles, and the third ship mostly invited friends from the business world.Relatives of the Ling family were on the yacht in the middle.That is also the favorite yacht of the old man of the Ling family. It is blue all over and has a smooth hull, like a whale, a beautiful creature.

Wu Zhichen buttoned up his suit jacket. The well-fitting tailoring and rigorous expression made him look like a gentleman.

Hmph, Wu Zhichen's serious appearance actually looks quite good, but if he is not so stupid, maybe he will have many boyfriends, Ling Yuhan pouted.

"Hey, Yuhan, help me to see what else is inappropriate?" Wu Zhichen felt that he had never paid so much attention to his appearance, or maybe it was because he was attending Ling Zimo's celebration banquet. As Ling Zimo's Friends, he can't embarrass Ling Zimo.

Ling Yuhan froze for a moment, glanced up and down at Wu Zhichen, and stretched out his hand.

Wu Zhichen took a step back. "You want to touch me?"

Ling Yuhan's hand froze in mid-air for a moment, and then ran away violently.

"Touch you? Do you have 26D breasts?" Ling Yuhan's tone was very unfriendly.

Well, Ling Yuhan likes women, and he likes women with big breasts. His breasts probably don’t even count as one-twentieth A. Ling Yuhan won’t like them. Well, then he can rest assured. He was still worried about himself. Being touched by Ling Yuhan, Ling Zimo knew he would be sad.

Ling Yuhan looked at Wu Zhichen with disgust, then continued to reach Wu Zhichen's chest, and skillfully fastened the forgotten button: "How stupid."

"What did you say?" When Wu Zhichen laughed, those beautiful peach blossom eyes would bend into the moon, as if there were countless stars sprinkled in them, no matter how hard he looked at it, he couldn't get enough of it.

Ling Yuhan took a step back consciously, well, I have to admit that Wu Zhichen, as an attacker, does have his unique characteristics, he almost hooked himself into a thief ship.

Suddenly, Wu Zhichen, who couldn't stop talking, spoke again.

"Hey Ling Yuhan, do you think... will Ling Zimo's mother like me?" Wu Zhichen looked worried.

"My aunt has always been a kind person..."

Ling Yuhan, who had reacted, suddenly had black lines on his face: "What the hell are you thinking? Are you hitting my brother's attention again? Is your skin itchy and you need a beating, right?"

"No, no." Wu Zhichen quickly explained, "Ling Zimo's mother is a leader in the fashion industry, and I was worried that my outfit would not be worth a penny in her eyes. If so, I would embarrass Zimo. You know, as a good brother of Zimo, what I want the most is to let him hold a successful celebration banquet today and get everyone's approval, and not because of me alone, affecting him."

Wu Zhichen's self-justification is very well-founded. However, Ling Yuhan doesn't think so. He can know what Wu Zhichen is thinking by moving his toes. Hmph, he wants to beat his younger brother's doctrine with such high-sounding reasons. Sometimes he really I suspect Wu Zhichen's brain hole, why is his brain hole sometimes open, and sometimes it is harder than a rock, and it can't be knocked open.depressed.

At this time, Wu Zhichen looked at the elegant woman who was surrounded by groups.Xiao Jingcui was dressed in a green silk dress, her hair was coiled in a meticulous style, the shadow of the old beauty can still be seen when the beauty is old.

Wu Zhichen stepped forward and showed a perfect smile: "Auntie. I'm Zimo's friend."

"Oh, Zimo has very few friends." Ling Zimo's name instantly attracted Xiao Jingcui's full attention. "Did you see him? The celebration banquet is about to start soon. I don't know where he is right now?"

Wu Zhichen glanced at Xiao Jingcui's side, all kinds of snacks were placed on the exquisite tray, Wu Zhichen kept smiling, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously. "Don't worry, Auntie, Zimo, I'll be here on time."

"Really?" Xiao Jingcui's eyes lit up, "If you like it, you trust Zimo."

Well, she admits that, as Ling Zimo's biological mother, even if she believes that Ling Zimo will be punctual, it's not that she doesn't understand herself and her own choice phobia. It is estimated that the clothes in his room are enough for him to struggle for a long time Well, hey.

Wu Zhichen smiled and said, "Of course, I'm his good friend."

Wu Zhichen was very happy, as if saying that he was Ling Zimo's good friend, what a proud thing, and this scene also satisfied Xiao Jingcui.

He picked up a sky-blue macaron, took a bite, and looked intoxicated, as if floating in the clouds. "Ah, it's really delicious in the world."

"Pfft..." Ling Yuhan almost choked.

Xiao Jingcui seemed to be floating in the clouds: "Are you serious?"

"Of course, it's really delicious. Auntie, I think this is the best dim sum I've ever eaten." Wu Zhichen's sincere eyes made Xiao Jingcui believe it.

Xiao Jingcui was indescribably delighted.

And Ling Yuhan, who was standing not far away, couldn't bear it any longer. Damn it, it turns out that Wu Zhichen is so scheming. Who said he was an idiot before? Come on, come on, come on, I promise not to kill him.

And this scene was seen by Ling Zimo who rushed over just now.

"Pfft..." Ling Zimo laughed, he read it right, Wu Zhichen was actually eating his mother's pastry, and he seemed to be eating it very comfortably. Could it be that he thinks his mother's pastry is delicious?

"Master, you see, this is what you want to learn. Facing the pig food made by your mother, even if it tastes bad, you have to pretend to enjoy it, but then again, does Wu Zhichen really think it's delicious? Damn it , I don't believe it." Ling Yun subconsciously praised.

"Ah, Zimo!" When Wu Zhichen saw Ling Zimo, it was as if he saw a real macaron cake, and he really had the urge to rush towards him.

Wu Zhichen is actually not tall, and even a bit shorter than Ling Yuhan.But in front of the thin and short Ling Zimo, he is like a big brother.

The handsome big brother in a well-fitting suit doesn't seem to be so annoying anymore.

"It's great to have Big Brother Zhichen by my mother's side. Mom seems to like Big Brother Zhichen very much."

He didn't expect Ling Zimo to speak like this at all, and when Ling Zimo smiled at him with a standard eight teeth, Wu Zhichen couldn't believe his eyes.