The sweetest pheromone in the entertainment industry

Qiao Mufeng grew gray hair before he was forty, Han Mo was very surprised by this: "Why are you aging so fast?"

He is only a few years younger than Qiao Mufeng, and his appearance is still between that of a teenager and a young man. Anyone who says he is 20 years old will believe him.Han Mo knows that he is different from ordinary people, but in his opinion, ordinary people are not old at 40, and under normal circumstances, they should not have gray hair.

After listening to Han Mo's words, Qiao Mufeng's face turned dark. He looked at Han Mojiao's youthful face resentfully, and said with envy and envy, "I'm so busy every day, I can't sleep for seven hours, of course I'm getting old fast."

Han Mo: "I sleep less than seven hours a day, sometimes every two days."

Qiao Mufeng waved his hand, "Who can compare with you."

"Because I'm a monster?"

"Monster?" Qiao Mufeng squinted at the perfect Alpha in front of him, "I told you?"

"That's the way they look at me."

Qiao Mufeng laughed and said, "Then what do you think?"

Han Mo said: "I don't know. I have no parents, no spouse, no friends..."

"No friends? When I'm dead?"

"..."

Qiao Mufeng took out the cigarette case, knocked out a cigarette and handed it over. Han Mo was already in his early thirties and had smoked twice, but he really couldn't get the benefits of tobacco. He said: "Smoking is harmful to health."

"You must have lived longer than me, are you afraid of a ghost?" Qiao Mufeng sneered.

"Afraid of ghosts." Han Mo said.He still took the cigarette and lit it with a lighter. Miraculously, the tobacco mixed with mint smell calmed down the subtle anxiety in his heart.

The two Alphas stood by the window of the office, facing the sunset glow all over the sky, and the smoke filled the room.

Qiao Mufeng asked, "How do you feel?"

"It's okay." Han Mo looked down at the cigarette case and took note of the tobacco brand.

"Of course I know this thing is harmful to health." Qiao Mufeng said, "But people, sometimes they just like to die, because it's fun."

"..."

"If you have to say that you are a monster, I am also a monster. Everyone in the scientific research institute is a monster. Don't worry, you are not alone. There will be many big and small monsters with you in the future."

Han Mo turned his face sideways and looked at Qiao Mufeng.

Qiao Mufeng smiled nonchalantly: "Don't look at me like that, I'll think you like me."

"I don't know if I like you or not." Han Mocheng said honestly.

Qiao Mufeng almost burst into tears, "After so many years, you haven't changed at all. I really want to see who will change you in the future."

"Change? Change what?"

"When you meet the one you're destined for, it changes naturally."

Han Mo tried to understand: "Like a married man, will he gain weight soon?"

Qiao Mufeng touched his slightly protruding beer belly: "...It's not that kind of change—it's not ruled out."

Han Mo refused: "I don't want it, ugly."

Qiao Mufeng, who was rejected by the ugly, covered his heart, "You are hopeless. Even if you meet someone you like in the future, I'm afraid you won't pursue it."

Qiao Mufeng guessed wrong on this point. Han Mo is a person with strong learning ability. He refuses to integrate into the society of ordinary people from the bottom of his heart. If there is no love, he will change from an osmanthus tree to a fairy Chang'e, and try his best to fall into the mortal world.

And the moment he fell into the mortal world, Qiao Mufeng couldn't see him.

At the age of 59, Qiao Mufeng died in an airplane accident when returning to China.

Han Mo took the globe from his office, flipped it to the left and then to the right carelessly, and murmured, "The earth is so small, where did you hide, Qiao Mufeng?"

After a person dies, everything is gone, or he turns into a ghost and wanders around, Han Mo has no idea.

He read a lot of strange novels and magazines, but he still didn't get the answer. He was willing to believe that people have souls after death, so that Qiao Mufeng could realize his wish and travel around the world.

He wished to believe it.

Han Mo originally thought that Qiao Mufeng could live for at least 100 years.No matter how old and ugly he is, he can live for 100 years.

Qiao Mufeng studied life, created life, and put forward many theories for prolonging human life. As a result, he himself died the fastest.

Han Mo suddenly realized that whether it was his teammates or friends, everyone could only accompany him on a journey.The only difference is the length of the companionship.

He was alone when he was created.

This huge sense of loneliness once made Han Mo give up on himself.

He could have dodged enemy bullets, but he didn't. Eight rounds of 110 bullets almost smashed him into a honeycomb, and one of them shot through his forehead.

The undefeated god on the battlefield, fell down.

The blood was draining, the body temperature was cooling, he lay in the pool of his own blood, smelled the fragrance of flowers, the sky was blue, geese flew south, and they went home.

What about him?Where can he go back?

Is the research institute his home?

Is the motherland his home?

What was he born into this world for?

If it were an ordinary person, he would have died in such a situation, but Han Mo was still heaving a sigh of relief. His vitality, his genes, and his powerful healing ability beyond his control were more terrifying than he imagined.

Even so, he was still seriously injured.

The supreme leader personally issued an order to save him at all costs.

The scientific research institute specially built a treatment cabin for him, just like when he was just born, put him into the amniotic fluid and nutrient solution, and the perfect Alpha's genes will automatically repair him.

Han Mo returned to the "mother's womb", which is the safest place.

He closed his eyes and stopped thinking.

It has been a year since he woke up again, and Han Mo's whole body has no trace of injuries, and his skin is as delicate as a newborn baby. If it weren't for the unmolten calluses on his palms, he would have thought he was really reborn.

His physical fitness is as usual, his appearance is the same as before, and he stands in front of everyone as if he has never been injured.

The dean of the scientific research institute is Qiao Henian, who is nearly 30 years old.

When he saw Qiao Henian, Han Mo was stunned for a moment, he thought he saw Qiao Mufeng.

The appearance of the Qiao family is strong, and the eyebrows and eyes are almost carved out of the same mold.However, when he looked closely, Han Mo knew that he had misunderstood the person.

Qiao Henian was completely educated by his mother, Mrs. Zhao, to be an equally unsmiling person.

In fact, when Qiao He was young, Mrs. Zhao warned her son more than once: "You are the son of the president of the National Academy of Sciences, the son of the Qiao family, and you will inherit the scientific research institute in the future. The mission and the burden on your shoulders, you can't relax for a moment."

The young Qiao Henian nodded with lowered eyes.

With this nod, when he lifted it up, the Academy of Sciences really landed on his shoulders.

Mrs. Zhao taught again: "Your father also took over the scientific research institute at your age. It is said that the blue is better than the blue. You can only be convincing if you do better than your father."

Qiao Henian still nodded, but his expression was alienated and cold: "Yes, mother."

Han Mo once asked Qiao Mufeng to take care of his son, but Qiao Mufeng was afraid of guilt, he laughed and said, "My wife has that personality, and there is nothing wrong with it."

When Qiao Henian was a teenager, Han Mo looked at him almost as he looked at himself - a canary bound in a birdcage.

Han Mo asked, "Do you want to fly out and have a look?"

The young Qiao Henian was much more mature than the average teenager, so he asked calmly, "Where are you flying to? The research institute is my home."

"Being a soldier." Han Mo said, "You can also make contributions."

Qiao Henian said, "Without science, there would be more casualties on the battlefield. What I'm learning and doing now is to reduce wars and avoid more casualties."

"..." Han Mo had nothing to say, he only had one thought at the time, Qiao Mufeng's son was not cute at all.

This kind of thinking has not changed until Qiao Henian became the dean.Han Mo was very disappointed, Qiao Henian was so boring, he was obsessed with scientific research like the old dean, and he didn't seem to care about anything else.

Because of Han Mo's "suicide" behavior, after sleeping for a year, he was dismissed from office and could no longer go to the battlefield.

Han Mo has been so leisurely for many years, and he doesn't know how he lives. He has no relatives and friends, and the scientific research institute and the military experimental base have become his "home" again. In order not to let himself be too bored, he has learned a lot. Astronomy and geography, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

When he came back to his senses, everyone said he knew everything, and he was indeed the perfect Alpha.Whether he is studying or making contributions, it can all be attributed to his identity.

Han Mo began to dislike his identity.

During that time, he caused a lot of trouble for everyone, such as not cooperating with the experiment, deliberately running around the world, the country played hide-and-seek with him for several years, and finally compromised.

At the right time, the top leader also changed, and Han Mo returned to where he should be: the battlefield.

Re-"killing monsters and upgrading", Han Mo didn't intentionally kill the enemy this time, and he soon became the undefeated god on the battlefield.At that time, the country was open to diplomacy, and his identity was a secret weapon. No country could refuse the perfect Alpha's gene.Countries have established good diplomatic relations with China.

Peace means that the battlefield between South Korea and Mexico has been greatly reduced.

He was very unhappy. He admitted that he was a bit antisocial, but he couldn't help it. After living for so many years, he just wanted something exciting and fun.

As for world peace, he didn't want such a thing.

Fortunately, there are fewer wars on the surface, and there are far more wars in the dark than in the open, and Han Mo has his own place to play.At the same time, he learned to gather forces in the dark of various countries and deal with the royal families and chaebols of various countries. His identity became his passport, and he was invincible everywhere.

The years just slipped by like this, except for a routine physical examination at the scientific research institute once a year, Han Mo prefers the sky outside.Whether it's a clear sky or a rainy day.

Suddenly looking back, Han Mo was shocked to find that Qiao Henian had grown gray hair.

After careful calculation, Qiao Henian was already 80 years old.

At 80 years old, he lived longer than his father, Qiao Mufeng.Han Mo thought to himself.

Mrs. Zhao didn't die either, it was almost too late, she was hunched and gray-haired, sitting in a wheelchair and urged her son for the nth time: "When will you let me hold your grandson?"

Qiao Henian was as serious and cold as ever: "I said, my whole life is in the scientific research institute. I don't want to have such things as children's affair, and you don't want to think about it, mother."

Mrs. Zhao was unable to see her son get married until she died.

Han Mo felt that she was probably pissed off.

Qiao Henian obeyed his mother since he was a child, took her teachings into his bones, took charge of the entire scientific research institute, and completely abandoned personal relationships.

Han Mo suddenly laughed, it turned out that what Qiao Mufeng said was right, he was not the only monster, the entire scientific research institute was full of monsters.

As he said, Qiao Henian devoted his whole life to scientific research. It was not until he was 130 years old that he took out his frozen sperm, picked an omega egg, and put it into the birth chamber for cultivation.

Han Mo has already accepted that as long as he lives, he will probably always be so lonely, living in no fixed place, like duckweed.When he heard about Qiao Henian's practice of nurturing offspring, he didn't feel any wavering in his heart.

Oh, that's how it is.It was only a fleeting, fleeting thought that passed through him at the time.

On Christmas Eve, when the snow fell heavily, the child was born.

Han Mo woke up from a dream, and he remembered the dream clearly. Qiao Mufeng came back, laughing loudly, with a bottle of wine in his left hand and a globe in his right.

"Han Mo, I'm here to drink with you!"

Han Mo clinked glasses with him in his dream and asked, "What's the matter?"

Qiao Mufeng fiddled with the globe, "I can't travel around the world anymore, you have to take my grandson there."

Han Mo: "?"

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Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Amanda and W Ya; 2 bottles of Ayu Xiaonian and Sijiu;