When Aquaman crossed over to the Otome game, the car overturned

He Wen seemed to sense something was wrong with Zhong Jiamu, and sat back beside him.

Zhong Jiamu almost forgot that there was He Wen in the room, so he quickly sat down properly.

After dismissing the person in a few words, Zhong Jiamu quickly hung up the phone.

Looking at He Wen's probing eyes, at that moment, Zhong Jiamu thought of a way to escape from He Wen,

"It's my younger brother Xi Xingjin." Zhong Jiamu tried to pretend to be embarrassed by threats, "He said that he couldn't get through to my phone for several months, and said that if I didn't go back, he would call the police."

Zhong Jiamu didn't want to go back, but he also didn't want to face the current He Wen.

He needs an excuse to escape from here.

Sure enough, upon hearing these words, He Wen bowed his head and fell silent.

Xi's family is the largest taxpayer in Z city, Xi Xingjin wants to call the police to find someone, and the police will find him even if they dig three feet deep.

After a long time, He Wen asked, "Do you want to go back?"

Zhong Jiamu raised his head and looked at He Wen with great reluctance, "I don't want to, but they want me to go back."

He Wen said righteously, "Then you won't go back. No one can force you to do something you don't like."

Oh wow.

Sure enough, if you want to play hard to get, you will overturn your car.

Zhong Jiamu coughed lightly in embarrassment, trying hard to recover, "But I think it's been so long, it's not good if you don't go back, right?"

He Wen asked, "Do you want to go back?"

Zhong Jiamu was silent.

He started his little head and tried hard to think about how to break this status quo.

"After all I've lived there for so long, I still really want to know about them...I really want to see with my own eyes how they are doing. The point is, I don't want to see them the way they are now."

Zhong Jiamu's hand was covered with the electronic watch, and hooked to the side pocket of He Wen's suit.

Going to meet family members but being found with a locator, isn't it pretty?

He thought it was too obvious, but he only saw He Wen nodded, "I understand."

But to his hand, still indifferent.

Zhong Jiamu was confused: What do you understand?

Early the next morning, Zhong Jiamu was woken up by He Wen. He felt that he couldn't open his eyes, so He Wen took him to his company.

The first thing I entered was the 3D room, where a face pinching system was projected on the huge wall.

He Wen briefly demonstrated the operation, "You select a face first, and then fine-tune it. After fine-tuning, you click on the face icon, and then you can try to see if the adjusted face is suitable for you. you."

Zhong Xuezai Jiamu's mind went blank, and he couldn't understand He Wen's meaning at all.

He Wen's right hand slid up and down, "After you have made your selection, click the OK button. The data will be sent to the makeup artist, and then the makeup artist will adjust the silicone model data for you according to your requirements."

He Wen looked at Zhong Jiamu very seriously, "You will meet them with a brand new look."

Ok? ? ?

Zhong Jiamu understood at this time, and He Wen understood, corresponding to what he said, "I don't want to meet in the current form", and now I bring him to hardcore to change my face, in a "new" form to meet.

After He Wen finished the demonstration, Zhong Jiamu looked at him with an expression of disbelief, "Are you actually willing to let me go back?"

"Why not?" He Wen wrote lightly, "Anyway, no matter where you go, I can find you."

The corners of Zhong Jiamu's mouth twitched, and he also felt that he had asked a boring question.

3D projection face changing is indeed a very convenient tool.After pinching his face, several mirrors appeared around him, as if Zhong Jiamu had really pasted the new data model on his face.

After saving the data as required, Zhong Jiamu walked out of the room.

In the next room is the long-awaited makeup artist.

The model was being printed on a 3D printer, and a makeup artist applied petroleum jelly to Zhong Jiamu's eyebrows and the rest of his face.

He Wen had other things to do, so he was not in the room at this time.

The make-up artist had heard about Mr. He's little canary a long time ago, and she usually said in the gossip group that she was going to be locked up in a chicken coop. Now when she saw the real person, she became nervous.

Canary's appearance was far better than the one in the photo. The makeup artist was still nervous at first, but when he saw the person smiling, he couldn't help but also laughed.

The little canary brought by Mr. He seemed to have a special charm, and a few words brought the relationship between the two closer.

Moreover, Zhong Jiamu is also good-looking, with thin and transparent skin, and correct eyebrows and eyes.Makeup is too wasteful for this face.

The makeup artist helped him paste the silicone, and now he is using powder to sweep his face, making his face more natural under natural light.

"Why do you have to disguise your makeup?" the makeup artist asked, "It's really a pity to make this kind of 3D model of your face. I think your own face looks better."

Zhong Jiamu smiled slightly, "Well, sometimes you can't use your original face."

After the makeup artist painted Zhong Jiamu's costume, he sent a message to Mr. He.

Zhong Jiamu took a mirror and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, he couldn't help but marvel at the ingenious workmanship of makeup techniques.

Now this face is exactly the same as the data model he made in the room just now, even if you lift the scalp and get close, you can't see the slightest gap, the silicone on the face is not thick, just like Zhong Jiamu's original face.

If he could find a way to get the locator off after he went back, and then let the makeup artist change his face again, wouldn't it be true that no one would be able to find him?

Zhong Jiamu turned his head and stared at the makeup artist with crooked eyebrows.

The make-up artist couldn't help feeling chills down her spine, "Why, what's wrong?"

The next moment, Zhong Jiamu almost teleported in front of the make-up artist, took out his mobile phone, and smiled harmlessly at the make-up artist, "Multiple friends have many paths, how about adding a friend?"

When He Wen received the news, he happened to sign the last document.

After handing over the things to the assistant, He Wen went upstairs.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhong Jiamu and the makeup artist very close to each other. The makeup artist was facing the door, and saw He Wen coming in at a glance, winking at Zhong Jiamu in front of him.

But Zhong Jiamu didn't know what the makeup artist meant, so he took his mobile phone and stroked at the makeup artist, "It's okay, only you and I know about this matter now. As long as we don't tell it, no one will know."

"This, it's not very good," the makeup artist blinked almost twitching, "I'm a member of the company after all, so it's not easy to take private jobs."

"What's the matter?" Zhong Jiamu said, "Let's talk more and get familiar with each other, then it won't be considered private work."

"Talk more? Are you familiar?"

The sudden sound made Zhong Jiamu tremble in fright, and when he turned around, he saw He Wen's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Prying other people's corners and being caught on the spot, the makeup artist originally thought that Zhong Jiamu would beg for mercy immediately, but he didn't expect him to calmly pull He Wen to sit down.

Zhong Jiamu was as steady as an old dog on the surface, but his mind was blank.

He Wen was also taken aback for a moment, then embraced Zhong Jiamu with one hand, rubbing his warm breath against his ear, "Speak, I'll listen."

What can he say?

Can he say that he wants to hook up with this makeup artist, and let the makeup artist change his face after escaping from He Wen's clutches?

No, he can't.

Zhong Jiamu finally glanced at He Wen with a guilty conscience, but the playful smile on He Wen's face made Zhong Jiamu feel Alexander.

"What I mean is," he swallowed carefully, "Ah Wen, the makeup artist in your company is really good, I want to learn from him."

He Wen was pleased by Zhong Jiamu again, he pressed the restless hair on Zhong Jiamu's head, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Zhong Jiamu's jawbone was slightly widened on both sides, and the makeup artist made his eyebrows a little heavier, making him look more calm and honest than his original appearance.

He Wen sent him to the door of the house.

As soon as Zhong Jiamu got out of the car, He Wen said, "Just say you belong to me when you go. Come back after reading it, and press the emergency button in the locator if you have something to do."

The car gradually moved away, only then did Zhong Jiamu take a deep breath, and turned to look at the villa.

The red tiles of the three-storey villa protruded faintly under the cover of the camphor tree, and rose paper strips were wrapped around the iron fence of the wall, and roses of various colors were pressed together layer by layer, like a waterfall.

Zhong Jiamu stood by the black iron gate alone, and after a long time of mental preparation, he finally rang the doorbell.

After a while, someone finally connected, and a familiar voice came from inside.

"Mumu?"

The voice was unusually gentle, but it made Zhong Jiamu's heart skip a beat.

It is Nianyu.

Zhong Jiamu cleared his throat, pretended to be calm and said, "Hello, is Mr. Xi Xingjin at home?"

"He's not here now, I'll open the door for you."

The door lock opened with a click, and as soon as Zhong Jiamu stepped in, he saw a young man standing in the woods with a kettle.

He walked out of the woods, the sun's light spots fell on his snow-like clothes, the young man was smiling, his temperament was as cold and white as the moon, but it was not as cold as Meng Gaohan.

"Wood……"

Before the name was finished, the voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. The young man lowered his eyes for a moment, and his face turned cold.

At that moment, the white clouds blocked the brilliance of the sun, and Zhong Jiamu couldn't see his expression clearly.

"This is a private courtyard, and no guests without an appointment are accepted."

Originally Zhong Jiamu should be happy that he was not recognized, but his body couldn't help but feel a little trembling.

His throat seemed to be unable to utter a sound because he hadn't had a drop of water in three days.The legs that haven't been well-tuned with the brain stand in place, unable to move an inch.

The person who came was Nian Yu, a servant of the Xi family, who also imprisoned him in the game.

Nian Yu walked towards him, "Who sent you here?"

"I, that," Zhong Jiamu couldn't help taking a step back, "I, I went wrong, I'm really sorry."

Nian Yu's voice was not fierce, but this person's reaction was completely different from other people's. When he got closer to Nian Yu, he realized that the person in front of him had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Mumu?"

Zhong Jiamu panicked, and stammered, "I'm sorry, I, I made a mistake, so I'll leave now."

Nian Yu hurriedly stopped Zhong Jiamu, "May I ask which building you want to go to? I'm fairly familiar with this place. If you don't mind, I'll go find it with you."