After awakening the evil god, it was marked

The corners of Yan Zhijin's mouth raised unconsciously.

"If it doesn't taste good, don't eat it." He coughed lightly and pressed Yan Hui's hand.

Yan Hui finished the fried egg in two or three bites, and said seriously: "It's delicious."

The sincerity in his eyes is not like a fake.

Yan Zhijin lowered his head, his slender eyelashes covering the smile in his eyes.

But he knows his own level too well, he can cook fried eggs, but he can't eat dead people's level.It was really hard for Yan Hui to say the word "delicious".

In order to make up for the physical damage caused to Yan Hui, he asked considerately: "Is there anything you want to eat? Although you don't need to eat, you should also have a preference for certain tastes, right? Like honey?"

"I like the smell of you." Yan Hui blurted out.

Yan Zhijin's face became hot all of a sudden.

He patted the plate still stained with oil on Yan Hui's chest, and walked towards the kitchen door expressionlessly: "Eat in your dream."

Yan Hui said displeasedly: "You used to hug me and feed me...be careful."

Yan Zhijin gave a soft "hiss", removed the foot that kicked the door frame as if nothing had happened, straightened his back, and limped out of the kitchen like a proud lame peacock.

Yan Zhijin's fever subsided, but his body hadn't recovered yet. Soon after eating, he became sleepy again, so he went to bed early.

In the darkness, there was a rustling sound walking in the room.

Yan Zhijin pretended not to hear anything, and lay down quietly.

The voice circled around the bed first, and finally climbed up from the foot of the bed quietly.

Something, through the quilt, gently pushed against his feet, and got into the quilt.

Yan Zhijin shuddered.

The cold and smooth huge creature crawled under the quilt, and its cool scales rubbed against its bare|exposed ankles and wrists from time to time.

Finally, the cold breath stopped in his ear and lingered here.

The slender snake tail wrapped around his ankle, scratching the protruding bone.

After playing enough, change the other ankle.

Yan Zhijin's limbs became stiff from the cold, and if this continues, she might lose her temperature.

After the snake and the ankles on both sides were pasted, they withdrew contentedly.

Appearing beside him were human arms and legs, and he could feel the cold knee that accidentally pushed against his knee.

His nerves tensed instantly.

Yan Hui put one arm across the back of his neck, the other arm pulled him to his chest, his chin stuck on the top of his head, and he was completely clasped in his arms.

Yan Zhijin closed his eyes tightly and took a long breath.

As if he had really fallen asleep.

***

Yan Zhijin's physical fitness was already good, and he slept soundly for another night, and woke up refreshed early the next morning.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw half of a familiar pale chest.The difference is that this time I wore clothes.

Yan Zhen's smiling voice came from above his head: "Are you awake?"

Yan Zhijin kicked him, got up and straightened his collar, and said ruthlessly, "Change back."

After recovering physically, Professor Yan started his rigorous and busy life again.

When Yan Zhijin arrived at the research institute, there were only a few people inside, chatting and laughing in a relaxed manner that he rarely saw recently.

As soon as several people saw him coming in, they shut their mouths at the same time, and tiptoed back to their positions, with serious faces, pretending to be busy.

Yan Zhijin took a look and sat down in his seat without saying a word.

The people who came in behind were similar, they were overjoyed when they entered the door, but when they saw Yan Zhijin, they immediately put on a mournful face, and the light in their eyes went out.

Yan Zhijin saw it all, but didn't say anything.

He waited for the people to arrive almost, and asked Yan Hui to call them all over.

The researchers stood obediently in a few rows, looking at their toes, like elementary school students who were called by the teacher to punish them.

He Jiayun asked with a dry smile, "Is there any new arrangement? Or did the previous experiment go wrong?"

Yan Zhijin shook his head and said, "Everyone has worked hard during this time, so tonight, I'm going to do team building."

The researchers were stunned for a second, and then issued a neat voice of questioning.

Yan Zhijin repeated it again.

Some people reacted and were very happy, but they didn't dare to say anything. They just patted each other on the back of their hands with the friends standing beside them to express their excitement.

He Jiayun asked in disbelief: "Really? Team building tonight? What is the team building? Do experiments together?"

The excited researchers turned off the ignition again, each frowning.

"I don't know what you want to play. Have a meal first, and you can decide the rest. What do you want to eat, just say it." Yan Zhijin said.

The researchers were really stunned this time, making inhalation sounds one after another.

"Really?" He Jiayun was shocked.

She muttered in a low voice, "Could it be that you've lost your mind?"

Listening to their questions, Yan Zhijin lowered his eyelids in silence.

Fang Mian clapped her hands, stood up, and smiled like a spring breeze: "Since the professor has spoken, you are welcome, think about what you want to eat, send it to me, and I will count it."

The researchers reacted and nodded again and again: "Thank you, professor, the professor is so kind!"

Yan Zhijin gave a simple "hmm", picked up a stack of documents, and covered half of his face: "Let's all go back."

If you look closely, you can see that the knuckles of his fingers are slightly pink.

Throughout the day, the theater was filled with joy.

When Meng Qianlin came to deliver the snacks as usual, he saw the happy faces of the researchers and asked curiously.

The researcher beamingly shared with him the joy of team building in the evening.

Meng Qianlin was not affected by this emotion at all, but said lightly, "Really? I never thought Professor Yan would have such a human side."

"Huh? The professor has always been very good. Last time my mother was ill and was short of money. He even lent me the money." The researcher said foolishly.

Meng Qianlin smiled concealedly, and looked inside: "Assistant Yan is... busy today too?"

As soon as the words came out, he saw a tall and thin figure walking towards him, his heart was pounding.

He told himself to calm down in his heart.Who said that Yan Hui came here looking for him, maybe he was just passing by.After all, Yan Hui has always been very indifferent to him. A few days ago, he asked Yan Hui to come over by name to get some snacks, and Yan Hui always asked others to come out.He heard that Yan Hui didn't touch the food at all.

But he didn't care too much. He believed that as long as he was skilled, no matter how indifferent he was, he would be moved.

The moment Yan Hui was really in front of him, he almost screamed, so he could only pretend to be calm, and asked timidly, "Teacher assistant, what's the matter?"

Yan Hui took a look at the things he brought, told the researcher to take them back quickly, and said to Meng Qianlin, "In the future, don't send any more."

All the blood in Meng Qianlin's body froze.

Holding back tears, he asked, "Why?"

"It's not necessary." Yan Hui said, "The professor said that afternoon tea will be provided in the future."

"Really?" The researcher almost jumped up.

"real."

The researcher walked back in a daze, still not recovering from the surprise.

It's really New Year's Eve!

Meng Qianlin did not give up and said: "This kind of collective decision may not suit everyone's taste. I can prepare it for you. You... What do you want? Or something else. By the way, the movie I told you yesterday, Do you have time to see it?"

Yan Jin smiled, and said cruelly, "I don't need it either. No, it should be said that I don't need it."

He snapped his fingers.

Meng Qianlin turned around uncontrollably, and walked out with hands and feet.

He tried hard to turn his head, but he could only watch himself getting farther and farther away from the gate of the institute.

***

For dinner, everyone implicitly gave up the most upscale restaurant and chose a slightly "affordable" one.

But even so, the decoration of the restaurant alone is enough to make them speechless.

He Jiayun secretly sighed with Fang Mian: "If it weren't for this team building, I would almost have forgotten the professor's background."

The son of an imperial marshal and a biology academician, this must be called a prominent background.

After dinner, according to everyone's request, Yan Zhijin opened several singing rooms for them.

He himself doesn't sing. After sitting in the room of a few people who like to sing slow songs, he is ready to leave.

Everyone expressed their regret, but understandable.

The most important thing is that without the leader watching, it is really much easier.

Just as he and Yan Hui were about to leave, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open. A researcher with a drunken face poked his head out, smiled and pushed a few people in, and said with his tongue out, "Look who I met, Xiaomeng and the others happened to be singing here and said they would sing with us."

Several students came in, including alpha and omega.

Yan Zhijin saw Meng Qianlin at a glance.

He probably cried, his eyes were swollen, his face was flushed, and the skin on his face was almost scratched.

He may also have been drinking, and his eyes are wandering.

But after his eyes fell on Yan Hui, he couldn't take them away, passionate and obsessed.

Yan Zhijin was a little irritable for no reason.

Someone noticed Meng Qianlin's strange behavior and asked him what was wrong with concern.

Meng Qianlin said it was okay, rubbed his eyes, tears came out again.

He looked at Yan Zhen with tears in his eyes, still wanting to speak.

Now most people understand what's going on.After all, he has sent so many things these days, and everyone knows what his purpose is.

Someone asked Yan Hui with a bit of reproach: "What did you do to make Omega so sad?"

Meng Qianlin also looked at him tearfully: "It's not about the teaching assistant, it's me...it's me..."

Yan Zhijin's irritability rose to the extreme.

Yan Hui held his hand and said slowly, "I have an omega I like."

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