Conquer the world with the system!

There was a burst of noisy English in his ear, and Mo Zhaoyuan was stunned for a moment, his brain had already translated it naturally.

"The patient is awake!"

"Mr. Mo in VIP Room No. [-] has woken up!"

"Quick, go and notify the family!"

Mo Zhaoyuan opened his eyes, he is now lying on a big soft and comfortable bed, if not for the abnormal white that caught his eyes, the people lying on it would not even feel that he is in a hospital - oh, of course, After hearing these words like "patient", Mo Zhaoyuan fully understood where he was.

only......

What's going on here?

Mo Zhaoyuan leaned against the pillow behind him and narrowed his eyes slightly.He thought about it carefully, and determined that before he lost consciousness, he should have fallen asleep with Qi Che on the eleventh day—but, in this situation...

Before he could think of anything, the door of the ward was pushed open.Among the white-haired and blue-eyed or brown-haired and blue-eyed Caucasians, an Asian face stood out.

The man is about 1.8 meters tall, and he doesn't feel short even among Caucasians; his facial features are very handsome, with a high nose bridge, deep eyes, and slightly tight lips, which add a little bit to this man. The temptation of abstinence is even more charming.

"Are you awake?" The deep and mellow voice was pleasant to hear, although the tone was cold, but the deeply hidden worries and joys were well captured by Mo Zhaoyuan.

"Zhaoxuan?"

Yes, the man in front of him is Mo Zhaoxuan.Mo Zhaoyuan remembered that he was the elder brother of "Mo Zhaoyuan" who was five years older in the first reincarnation.But... how could he return to the first life?

However, when Mo Zhaoyuan saw the person coming, he finally understood where he was now.

He is now in the hospital, and the first "patient's family member" who came to see him was actually Mo Zhaoxuan—you know, although the parents of "Mo Zhaoyuan" in the first reincarnation did not particularly care for him, but It's not that I don't care at all.Mo Zhaoyuan immediately thought of what happened to him in this life before he met the "system" pretended by Yao Qiling - the plane accident happened in the United States.Unfortunately, Mo Zhaoxuan went to the United States alone with [-] million U.S. dollars after the heir dispute came to an end two years ago.

Probably because of Mo Zhaoyuan's overly intimate voice and the fact that he was called "brother" or "brother" differently from the past, Mo Zhaoxuan frowned slightly, most of which was covered by the broken hair between his temples. The ears are a little red.

"Since you're fine, I can go too." Mo Zhaoxuan calmed down and said coldly, "I've already paid the medical bills, you're welcome." The younger brother speaks.

But it's true, the brotherhood between Mo Zhaoyuan and Mo Zhaoxuan had completely collapsed five years ago, if Mo Zhaoxuan is respectful to Mo Zhaoyuan's brother and friend now, it would be really abnormal.

"Thank you." Mo Zhaoyuan said the moment Mo Zhaoxuan opened the door of the ward.

Hearing Mo Zhaoyuan's "thank you", Mo Zhaoxuan's footsteps obviously paused.

"No need." Mo Zhaoxuan spit out two words slowly, and then left the room without looking back.

Mo Zhaoyuan lay on the bed, his mind was blank for a moment.

He remembered that after the plane accident, he met a system that claimed to be cn170.Then, after traveling through worlds, and finally recovering her memory, she discovered various...relationships about herself, Wen Qiche, Yao Qiling and Luo Zike.

And now... Mo Zhaoyuan frowned slightly.He really didn't want to tell himself it was just a dream—

Everything before was just a dream.A dream he had when he was unconscious.

"If this is the case, it would be too sad." Mo Zhaoyuan sighed, and murmured self-deprecatingly, "Why didn't I know that my brain is so big..."

Now that he has woken up, Mo Zhaoyuan does not plan to stay in the hospital any longer.He didn't feel much discomfort in his body, although the plaster cast on his leg made him need the help of a wheelchair to travel - at this time Mo Zhaoyuan was able to realize very clearly that his previous so-called "white tiger" identity was probably really just a dream After all, if that incident is true, judging from the character setting of the white tiger Mo Zhaoyuan, he won't have broken bones at all - plaster cast - and wheelchair.

After going through the discharge procedures, Mo Zhaoyuan called his assistant to pick him up—at least he still remembered that he had a negotiation in Las Vegas. Although he must be late in the past, there is no other way, right? American Airlines You can't blame President Mo for any problems.

Although Mo Zhaoyuan had been lying in bed for a week, which delayed the negotiation for a long time, but because the assistant had already contacted the other party to inform Mo Zhaoyuan of the accident, the other party in the negotiation did not respond to Mo Zhaoyuan's "coming soon" On the contrary, for Mo Zhaoyuan, who came to meet him in a wheelchair just after he was discharged from the hospital, that American financial tycoon had a good impression of him.

The negotiation was successfully concluded, and this negotiation provided great convenience for the Mo family to open up the market in the United States.Mo Zhaoyuan was not in a hurry to return to China, he stayed in the United States for a while, handling the affairs of the Mo Group's American branch.

On this day, Mo Zhaoyuan went to New York, he was going to Wall Street to find someone - but these are actually not that important, to be honest.When Mo Zhaoyuan, who was sitting in the extended Lincoln, saw the familiar figure in Times Square through the half-open car window, everything became unimportant.

"Stop." Mo Zhaoyuan said to the driver.The driver stopped the car on the side of the road, and Mo Zhaoyuan carefully looked at the familiar figure to make sure that he was not mistaken.

A light gray scarf, a dark blue wool coat, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose.

Although the dress has changed, Mo Zhaoyuan can be sure that it is Wen Qiche.Moreover, I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always feel that Wen Qiche also looked back at him...

"Chairman?" The assistant sitting in the passenger seat was a little confused and asked hesitantly.

"Check him out for me." Mo Zhaoyuan stretched out his hand, pointing at Wen Qiche's figure, "I want his detailed information."

Wen Qiche is a graduate student at Columbia Business School, the final year of his master's degree.Ever since seeing a young man in Times Square the other day, he's been... not quite right.

Of course Wen Qiche knew that the car the man was riding in was an extended Lincoln, and he was probably from the family background of a great son; one was a great master, and the other was an orphan who had lost his parents. Intellectually speaking, Wen Qiche could understand that the two of them probably There will be no intersection.However, for some reason, Wen Qiche kept thinking about him.

Maybe it's because of thinking day by day and dreaming at night, Wen Qiche actually dreams of that man in his dreams.That person has a nice name, Mo Zhaoyuan.He had many dreams. In the first dream, they grew up together, and they were the heirs of a big family; in the second dream, they also grew up together, but this time they were orphans; in the third dream In the first dream, the background changed to the entertainment industry, and he actually became an actor; the fourth dream was the world of martial arts, and the fifth dream was even more bizarre; ; but I remember the eighth dream and the ninth dream very clearly, one is a magical continent with a western background, and the other is a world of comprehension with an eastern background...

Wen Qiche felt that with such a rich imagination, he could write stories.

"It's like being possessed by a demon..." With a sigh, Wen Qiche felt that he was really abnormal now.

However, even with such awareness, Wen Qiche is still not prepared to change the status quo - to meet Mo Zhaoyuan in his dream, no matter what, it is a good thing for him.Since having these dreams, Wen Qiche has developed a habit of visiting Times Square every day, but, to his disappointment, he has never seen that black stretched Lincoln again, and naturally he has never met Mo Zhao. deep.

Oh, Wen Qiche caressed his forehead with a slight sigh, he didn't even know if the other person was called by this name - maybe he just named him "Mo Zhaoyuan" in his dream.

After a long time, Wen Qiche even had some doubts. Was the scene of seeing Mo Zhaoyuan in Times Square also a figment of his own imagination?

"This is..." Wen Qiche raised his eyebrows subconsciously when he saw the invitation letter in the mailbox by accident, "Chairman and CEO of Mo Group...Assistant and economic manager Consultant?" At first I thought it was a prank, after all, Wen Qiche didn't think he was famous enough for a multinational corporation to send him an invitation letter.I flipped through it casually, but found that the invitation letter was written very formally, and the salary and benefits were clearly listed, it didn't look like a joke.

Oh, of course, this is an invitation letter written by Mo Zhaoyuan's original assistant with great care - he is not at all dissatisfied that he is about to lose his position as assistant president. When it was handed to him, the original assistant had already decided to call Wen Qiche to Mo's as the president's assistant no matter what.

After a little hesitation, Wen Qiche decided to take a look.He graduated from the Columbia University Business School with a master's degree, but according to the current social situation, it is not easy to find a job with such a good salary.Moreover, Wen Qiche did have the idea to donate a sum of money to the orphanage he had been in after earning money.

Flying directly from New York to Shanghai, and getting off the plane at Pudong Airport, Wen Qiche took a taxi to the headquarters building of the Mo Group.Owning an independent building in a place like Shanghai, where every inch of land is expensive, can indeed show that the Mo Group has a big family and a big business.

"Hello, are you Mr. Wen?" Wen Qiche, who was stopped by the welcome lady just after entering the gate, nodded in doubt, and then the pretty little girl smiled even sweeter, "Mr. Wen, please follow me Come on, the chairman has been waiting for you for a long time."

Wen Qiche was curious in his heart, for some reason, his heart beat faster, and the excessive secretion of adrenaline made him faintly excited.

The welcoming lady took Wen Qiche into the elevator, stretched out her finger and pressed the 21st floor, then turned her head and said to Wen Qiche: "The president usually works on the 21st floor, and Mr. Wen's office is also on the 21st floor!"

"No, I don't necessarily..." Wen Qiche wanted to say that he just came to take a look, and he might not really become the so-called assistant to the president and economic advisor—but before he finished speaking, he was called The little girl's bright smile was suppressed.

With a sound of "ding--", the elevator door slowly opened, and the 21st floor arrived.The welcoming lady led Wen Qiche out of the elevator, came to a one-way glass door, and pressed the video doorbell on the wall beside the door.

"Chairman, Mr. Wen has arrived."

"Let him in." The voice through the video doorbell was distorted, "Go back!"

"Yes, Chairman." Miss Yingbin stepped aside, smiled at Wen Qiche, and signaled him to go in.

Wen Qiche pushed the door and entered, closing the door behind him.He looked up and looked forward, but felt that the person behind the desk looked familiar.The man was wearing a refined handmade suit, with his head slightly lowered, holding a pen in his hand and writing something quickly...

"Zhao Yuan?" Almost without thinking, he subconsciously called out.

Mo Zhaoyuan put down the pen in his hand, slightly surprised.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I seem to have recognized the wrong person..." Wen Qiche reacted after saying "Zhao Yuan", and his face immediately felt a little embarrassed.

"No, there's nothing wrong." Mo Zhaoyuan casually threw him a business card—Wen Qiche was a little surprised that the other party was able to let such a fluffy business card fall into his hands accurately, "My name is Mo Zhaoyuan, Mr. Mo The chairman of the group and concurrently the executive president."

Wen Qiche met Mo Zhaoyuan's eyes, and the familiarity and intimacy in the other's eyes made him react immediately.

"So... isn't that a dream?" A little uncertain, more precisely, cautious because of being too happy.

"Of course." Wen Qiche saw the handsome man stand up and walk in front of him, a few low chuckles escaped from his throat, and then he put his arms around his waist, "Dear Qiche... Long time no see, do you miss me?"

......

"This story is over too..." The smile on the man's face was as gentle as ever, but it was a little less cold than usual, and there was a bit of intimacy in his tone, "Who are the four holy beasts?" , It took me a lot of effort to seal them in this story... I have to keep this story going in a loop afterward, tsk, it's really troublesome."

"Is Shen Xi tired?" Luo Chiye asked softly as he lowered his head and kissed his sparkling peach eyes, "Actually, it's okay to ignore them."

"Don't care about them?" Luo Chenxi sighed softly, "Are they the Four Sacred Beasts? Since we can help them, we don't have to let them die." At this point, Luo Chenxi's voice was clear. A little lonely. "Those guys from the chaotic period, there are not many left."

"No matter what, I will stay with you." Luo Chiye tightened his arms around Luo Chenxi, "Besides, Nian Chengzhi didn't die so easily."

"That's fine, why mention Nian Chengzhi?" Luo Chenxi leaned into Luo Chiye's arms and said with a smile, "That guy is not with us."

"Well, you're just mine." Luo Chiye buried himself in Luo Chenxi's shoulder, his voice was muffled, and the monopoly and domineering tone in his tone didn't hide it at all.

"Yes, I'm only yours." Luo Chenxi smiled softly, "You're also only mine."

......

A few years later, everything was reset. Five-year-old Mo Zhaoxuan looked at his newborn brother and smiled happily.

"Mom, is this my brother? My brother is so small!"

"Yes, Zhaoxuan, this is your younger brother, called Zhaoyuan, Mo Zhaoyuan."