Became a vicious male mother

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early morning.

Li Jiang was in the room, his eyelids slightly raised.

There were no lights on around, only the sound of water splashing.

What are they doing on the sofa outside?

He didn't need to guess.

As he expected, Li Jiang tiptoed and slowly walked to the door.

Through the crack in the ajar door, one could see a person squatting in front of the sofa, their hands moving constantly, and the filthy substance was still faintly visible.

Li Jiang looked outside with a calm expression.

It's no wonder that such a dazzling person attracts these eccentric individuals, especially when they appear in worthless quicksand.

With a "bang," Li Jiang lightly knocked on the door.

Although the force was light, it was enough for people outside to hear.

The sudden noise did not stop the person from moving.

She even continued to entertain herself without restraint, and looked in his direction as if nothing had happened.

It's like a male dog in heat marking its territory around a female dog, foaming at the mouth impatiently, and barking warning barks intermittently.

The door opened, and Li Jiang walked silently to the sofa, looking down at it with disdain.

The person wearing glasses couldn't concentrate at all.

Do you know that what you're doing is illegal?

"is it?"

The person wearing glasses, with trembling hands, took off his glasses and looked up at them with blatant defiance: "This is my private property, it doesn't count."

……

"Wake up..."

There was a slight patting sensation on the shoulder.

Gu Xinglan felt soreness all over her body.

It's a side effect of cutting meat with a knife.

Under the effect of the skill card, as soon as he got his hands on the knife, he couldn't help but chop all the meat into pieces, completely out of control.

After cutting meat and vegetables, I was at a height for more than an hour, and the muscles in my arms felt like they were going to tear apart.

Now, if you ask him to pick up a knife again, he simply can't.

"What time is it now?"

He remembered that it was nine o'clock before he went to bed, and he originally only planned to sleep for ten minutes before returning to Changgu.

But the phone's ringing didn't seem to wake him.

The slightly glaring overhead light shone directly down on him, making him feel disoriented.

"Lin Cheng'an?"

"It's me." The person in the shadows suddenly lowered their head.

The face with two eyes and a mouth suddenly magnified, and the pointed nose almost poked him.

Upon seeing who it was, Gu Xinglan almost cried out in surprise.

Jiang... Jiang Chuzheng.

This person washed their face without making any disguise.

This overly clean face almost overlapped with that of the outstanding journalist in the villa.

...Does this mean that he has successfully kept his cross-dressing persona?

"Didn't you go inside to sleep?"

Gu Xinglan held her forehead and struggled to get off the sofa several times, wriggling like a sandworm but still unable to stand up, her back almost glued to the sofa surface.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

The other person didn't answer him, but instead asked a question that seemed somewhat familiar.

Huh? Why is it the same question again?

System: [Host, are you... feeling unwell?]

"I feel unwell all over."

This was the first time he had ever slept in this room.

Gu Xinglan looked around but didn't find anything amiss, then looked down again.

Wow! They didn't even take off the arm sleeves they were wearing.

On the red arm sleeves, there were already a few spots of solidified grease.

He quickly took it off and asked again, "What time is it now?"

"One o'clock."

!

"What!"

The person on the sofa, seemingly on their deathbed, sat bolt upright with a start. In a flash, they tumbled from the sofa to the floor, their voice hoarse and cracking as they cried out, "Why didn't you wake me?!"

After asking the question, he really felt like he had been sleeping too hard.

"I have something to do now, see you tomorrow."

The person who rolled down had wide eyes, a long face, and a hurried expression, and was heading straight for the door.

With a "bang," only a tightly closed door remained.

……

One o'clock.

He couldn't get a taxi in the urban village.

After thinking it over, the image of that simple-minded face appeared in her mind, and Gu Xinglan tentatively called the other party.

"Song Zhengsi, are you asleep?"

[Brother Gu?!]

There was the sound of water coming from the other end of the phone, continuously rising from above.

It's obvious they're taking a shower.

"Are you free right now?"

[Brother Gu, I'm taking a shower.]

"If you have time, could you drive over to Quanlu Mall... I overslept in the mall." Gu Xinglan kept walking, braving the slightly chilly wind as she traversed the night.

"[...You really don't give me a chance to refuse.]" The sound of foam being lathered could be heard on the other end of the phone, mixed with a rustic accent: "[Okay, I haven't eaten tonight. I'll come pick you up, and you get me a late-night snack.]"

That's a very clear calculation.

"it is good."

After speaking, Gu Xinglan hung up and straightened her clothes.

The wind at dawn had no direction, crashing wildly and making the hem of clothes flutter, as if it were clamoring against the deathly silence that no one answered.

The person was very fast.

Driving a luxury car, we sped almost through a series of cold, behemoth-like vehicles.

It runs from the east to the west of Wushui, traversing the Wushui River, back and forth.

By the time Gu Xinglan returned to the villa, it was almost three in the morning.

"This is the fastest I've ever driven on the highway." Song Zhengsi yawned. "Brother Gu, I want to sleep now, but you still owe me that midnight snack."

Upon arriving at their destination, he wasn't in such a hurry and said, "You can eat whenever you want, it's just a matter of saying the word."

After saying that, Gu Xinglan walked through the courtyard and into the villa.

It was so quiet that even opening the door produced a faint echo.

He glanced at the trash can.

There was all sorts of trash inside, but no takeout containers.

He clearly ordered takeout for the villa in the evening, but according to what the man surnamed Song just said, he obviously didn't know about the takeout.

This means that even the imposing butler didn't get his takeout.

Thinking of this, Gu Xinglan sighed.

I'm sure I'll get a scolding from them tomorrow.

System: [Host, are you still trying to increase your playtime?]

"...How much do I have left?"

[Twelve hours.]

He's going to die in twelve hours.

Gu Xinglan lifted her heavy eyelids and looked into the deep passageway.

A chill emanated from the entrance to the passageway, and the mirror-like tiles reflected his slightly distorted face in the moonlight.

The surroundings were quiet. Gu Xinglan thought to herself, "I'm not going to do it now. I'll do it tomorrow."

To save time, he once again quietly walked to Li Hetai's door.

Like a voyeur, he silently crouched in front of the door, eavesdropping on the sounds inside with strange movements, and then secretly raised his hand to touch the doorknob and quietly turned it open.

Li Hetai... didn't lock the door.

He held his breath, stood on tiptoe, and slowly opened the door.

A bed was visible through the crack in the door, and what came into view was a figure's back.

A frail figure silhouetted against the moonlight.

Seemingly hearing a sound, the head slowly turned around.

Four eyes collided in mid-air.

At three in the morning, he sneaked into someone else's room, where the owner was not asleep.

At this moment, the shamelessness of violating public order and good morals reaches its peak.

Gu Xinglan moved her lips, carefully considering her words, but in the end she didn't say a word.

Since he was already there, he decided to make the best of it and slowly stepped inside.

Under that gaze as calm as still water, he sat down at Li Hetai's desk.

takeout?

On the desk were several cold takeout boxes, untouched, their packaging fogged up so thickly that they almost looked like white lids.

Neither of them spoke.

The silence was broken by the creaking of the takeout bag, followed by the sounds of eating.

System: [Administrator H has sent you a time-limited task.]

Gu Xinglan, believing that wasting food was shameful, shoveled large mouthfuls of rice into her mouth with a plastic spoon while nodding in agreement.

[Task taker number 156, please accept:]

1. Threat to the target

2. Forced task objects

3. Targets of the strike

To live is to win, to lose is to die.