Chapter 7

It was nearly eleven o'clock after He Zhi finished his official business. He went upstairs. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ji Mao in disheveled dressing gown, holding a tablet computer in his hand, and leaning on the bed. The nightgown only covered his waist and thighs. When He Zhi came in, Ji Mao did not lift his head, and asked him, "Where am I sleeping tonight?"

He Zhi looked at him for a while, and then said, "It's up to you."

"I do not know which room is big." Ji Mao put the computer aside.

He Zhi coughed uncomfortably.

When Ji Mao got off the bed, he used He Zhi's shower gel to cleanse his body. The smell on his body was similar to He Zhi, but with his own taste. Once he got close to He Zhi, He Zhi could never find his subordinates again. With the majestic appearance of the front, he stood ordinary, feeling that the air was too thin because of Ji Mao's approach.

"Will you take me?" Ji Mao asked him.

He Zhi walked out without looking back, Ji Mao pulled his charging cable and followed him lightly.

Ji Mao was half a head shorter than He Zhi, and the dark silk pajamas that was one size bigger was dangling on him, his sleeves hanging down and only showing fingertips.

He Zhi took him along the corridor to the door of the largest guest room and opened the door for him: "This one."

Ji Mao said "thank you" and walked in. He Zhi wanted to help him close the door. Ji Mao stretched out his hand to hold the edge of the door, opened it a little further, and said to He Zhi in the crack of the door: "I will find a job soon."

"Don't worry," He Zhi said. He stared at Ji Mao. With dense eyelashes, ghostly added, "Let’s cover up the TL8 cabin first."

Ji Mao looked up at him, with water in his eyes, and he want to kiss He Zhi.

He Zhi knew that this was the state of the body. Ji Mao's body was born for sex. It should be beautiful and attractive, but he couldn't open his eyes.

"Are you He Yongchen's own son, why do you want to cover up the past?" Ji Mao asked him.

He Zhi was stunned for a moment and said, "You don't need to worry about it."

"Yeah..." Ji Mao lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes covered a shadow on his face. He thought for a while and asked He Zhi, "Are you? Looking for Shen...Shun?"

"Yes. Why, he knows you have something to think about?" He Zhi frowned when he remembered that the secretary had reported to him that Shen Shun's communicator had been shut down. The things that built Ji Mao spread out.

Ji Mao shook his head and said, "He doesn't know, don't find him."

He Zhi couldn't help touching Ji Mao's hair: "Then don't think about it, leave it to me."

Ji Mao looked at him. He Zhi, stunned for a few seconds, suddenly bowed his head and said "OK", and then immediately slammed the door like avoiding something.

He Zhi returned to his room and looked at the bed that was messed up by Ji Mao, with the smell of Ji Mao on his nose.

The the shower gel that he was used to smelling it too, for some reason, it was the smell of tonight that made him uneasy.

Soon after falling asleep, He Zhi had a dream. He dreamed that he pressed Ji Mao under him, played with Ji Mao in a variety of ways, forced Ji Mao into tears, and softened his throat to beg him not to hold it so deep, Ji Mao squeezed his wrists and held him shamelessly behind him.

They have sex in Ji Mao’s capsule apartment in The Last Day, where the space is narrow and the decoration is cheap. Ji Mao’s white skin is as delicate and soft as silk. His legs are wrapped around He Zhi’s waist, and he is squeezed, moaning tormented by desire.

In the end, He Zhi shot into Ji Mao's body, Ji Mao's legs hang weakly, his lips were flushed by He Zhi's absorption, and his eyelashes were glued into clusters with tears, letting He Zhi go out quickly.

He Zhi was taken aback, opened his eyes and saw that an swear word lingered in his belly for a long time before he cursed.

The clock awakens He Zhi at a fixed time as usual.

After he finished washing, he went to the stairs and looked down. There was no one in the living room, so he went to the guest room and knocked on the door.

Ji Mao said "come in" inside. He Zhi walked in and saw Ji Mao sitting cross-legged on the bed in a daze, without changing his clothes. Ji Mao may have just gotten awake, and still a little unhappy, said to He Zhi: "I have no clothes to wear."

He Zhi looked at Ji Mao, thinking about what clothes he could wear for him.

Ji Mao rubbed his face and stared at his hand in a daze for a while, before saying, "My chip will be delivered in the afternoon. I'm going out to get it."

"Where is it?" He Zhi asked him.

"In the secret box at the entrance of Hengwan," Ji Mao said, asking He Zhi, "Don't you know that the delivery plane can't enter the door of Hengwan?"

"I don't know," He knows, "You come with me. "

He walked over and pulled Ji Mao up and walked out, only when he touched Ji Mao's soft skin, remembered the dream of last night, and looked at Ji Mao's innocence face, feeling a little guilty. He suspected that he was really dissatisfied with desire.

He Zhi took Ji Mao to the cloakroom, the cabinet doors opened automatically, and the hangers stretched out for the owner to choose from.

"Pick it yourself." He Zhi said, but did not let go of Ji Mao's wrist.

After taking two steps, Ji Mao found that He Zhi was still dragging him, so he pushed He Zhi away, walked over to check the classification, bent down, and searched in He Zhi's sportswear.

His nightgown is very soft and sticks to his waistline. The nightgown is raised a bit by the hips, most of the legs are exposed, and it moves with the movement of his rummaging.

He Zhi couldn't stand it anymore. He walked over and pulled Ji Mao's nightgown down a bit, and asked him: "Can't you just pick one? Why is it so long."

Ji Mao didn't notice He Zhi's movements, so he found T-shirt that He Zhi wore for running, turned his head and said, "But you are too fat, I can't wear them."

He Zhi grabbed him and carried him away, warning him: "Don't push your luck."

Ji Mao was pulled into the bedroom by him. He Zhi held his arms to watch Ji Mao change his clothes. Ji Mao pulled off the band of his nightgown and complained: "How can I go out like this?"

"Let the worker get it for you," He Zhi leaned over and flattened a bunch of hair on Ji Mao's head.

The two went downstairs. Breakfast was on the table, and the chef made two. Ji Mao sat aside watching He Zhi drinking the porridge, and asked him with a slight envy, "Is it taste good?"

He Zhi glanced at him and commented: "Normal."

"The porridge is so thick," Ji Mao said. "It must be delicious."

He Zhi put down his chopsticks and did not continue the topic of porridge. He asked Ji Mao, "Do you really want a job?"

Ji Mao startled. He nodded, and asked He Zhi: "Can't I?"

"I'll open a store for you," He Zhi thought for a moment, and said, "This way you can be free and sell whatever you want."

Ji Mao looked at He Zhi, as if thinking about He Zhi's proposal.

He Zhi was not in a hurry to ask Ji Mao to reply. He finished his breakfast and opened the Financial Daily in the three-dimensional display on the dining table, but he didn't read half of the word. He just paid attention to Ji Mao's expression.

Ji Mao was holding a chopstick placed in front of him, tapping the bowl lightly, making a crisp sound. He thought for a few minutes, and still rejected He Zhi's kindness: "It's too much trouble. In case the employee finds out about me, I can't leave if I want to. It's better to find a place to work."

He Zhi nodded, cut to the second edition, read a few lines, and then said again: "Why do you want to work so much?"

Ji Mao looked at He Zhi with some stubborn eyes. He said, "I thought about the same as before. Life."

"In the salon, being called by the upper class as a plaything?" He Zhi asked frankly.

"Yes, that's my life," Ji Mao was not angry, he said calmly, "I am used to it, and I don't want to change."

"The reality is much uglier, you may not be able to get used to it." He Zhi said.

It doesn't mean that he doesn't know that he has never entered such a place.

The salon is one of the new barber industries that have emerged in recent years. The inferior people have replaced machines to serve the middle and upper-class people and received some compensation. The first welfare project was promoted by the new prime minister, but it changed rapidly after.

The salon in The Last Day beautifies the reality, setting Jimmy as a beautiful but genetically flawed lower class in the barber room, and the player is a successful upper class.

Jimmy will start a cross-class relationship with players, and regardless of success or failure, the game will end with the death of one party.

But in reality, the barber industry is only a hotbed of another type of sex trade, and the game makes it very romantic.

He Zhi's eyes moved away from the daily newspaper and fell on Ji Mao's face: "Aren't you able to do a lot of things. Wouldn't it be better to change to a job that can work remotely?"

"Those things..." Ji Mao suddenly smiled, "You really don't want to find someone to study me?"

Ji Mao leaned back on the chair, the corners of his mouth were raised, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"I don't want to." He Zhi glanced at him and denied without hesitation.

Ji Mao asked softly in disbelief, "Really?"

"I said I will be responsible for you," He Zhi said.

When he said this, his heartbeat was a little fast. He hoped that Ji Mao did not find him nervous for no reason. He Zhi has some sense of responsibility and protection for Ji Mao. If Ji Mao wants to continue living along like this, then He Zhi will do his best to create the illusion that everything has not changed.

He added to Ji Mao: "If you want to live the previous life, then go. I don't need to study you to make a fortune."

"Oh," Ji Mao smiled at He Zhi, holding his chin, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. You are Crown Prince Logan. You are getting rich even when you lie down." He Zhi ignored his ridicule, stood up, and said sternly: "I'm at work, and I have something to let the workers do."

Ji Mao also pretended to wave at him.

When he arrived at the company, He Zhi received a call from his father’s secretary. He Yongchen asked him why he temporarily turned off the meal last night. He Zhi fooled him and went to the second laboratory.

The person in charge of the second laboratory is surnamed Ding, and He Zhi called him Professor Ding.

Professor Ding was very anxious about losing things in the laboratory. He watched the boss personally come down, pulling down his old face and criticizing himself. The safety facilities in the laboratory were not up to standard, and the employees below were not aware of their responsibilities.

He Zhi looked at the laboratory theft scene, and interrupted Professor Ding before he pulled further, and asked him, "Is the manual finished for the lost thing?"

"Oh?" Professor Ding was taken aback for a second. He said quickly, "It's done, only the last step is implanted."

"Print me a copy of the manual," He Zhi said, and then beckoned Professor Ding to move closer, and Professor Ding moved in. He Zhi whispered to him, "Make me two identical ones, but the hardware configuration should be higher."

He found that Professor Ding looked at his expression as if he was perverted, and He Zhi cleared his throat: "I will use it for experiments."

Professor Ding His expression solidified for a second, and he praised He Zhi's scientific research spirit like a cloud and flowing water from his peers.

"Oh, yes, there is no need to install the program," He Zhi added, "I designed some programs myself."

Professor Ding patted the table, suddenly realized, and once again praised He Zhi's professional ability, but for some reason, his expression looked more subtle.

He Zhi was a little embarrassed and emphasized: "It's not the kind of procedure you think."

"The procedure Mr. He made must be a procedure that conforms to the standards of the times." Professor Ding nodded.

He Zhi didn't bother to explain to him anymore and asked the laboratory to make things for him within a month, so he went upstairs with the printed instructions.

When he arrived in the office, He Zhi called Ji Mao to ask him for credit, but Ji Mao seemed to be busy. After three consecutive calls, Ji Mao picked up.

As soon as the screen came out, He Zhi saw Ji Mao leaning in front of the camera, holding the cabinet with both hands, and asking He Zhi: "Why do you like to open video so much?"

He Zhi's landline camera had very high pixels, and Ji Mao again being close, He Zhi felt that he could count Ji Mao's eyelashes clearly, and the unpleasantness of waiting was gone. Just thinking about how to open his mouth, he could tell Ji Mao to come closer.

Seeing that he was not speaking, Ji Mao explained: "I just went outside to get the ID. I told the workers to go home first. I don't like someone at home."

Hearing Ji Mao said the word "home", the status of the Hengwan suite in He Zhi's heart suddenly changed from a sleeping place to a home. Ji Mao's speech was very appropriate, which made people excited and wanted to go home.

He Zhi gave an "um" and asked Ji Mao: "What clothes do you wear when you go out?"

"The T-shirt is yours. I dried my pants, and the worker ironed it for me," Ji Mao stepped back a little further. Showed He Zhi the whole body, and said, "She seems to want to ask me what I have to do with you."

"Did you tell her?" He Zhi looked at Ji Mao and asked him.

"She didn't ask again," Ji Mao muttered, bending over and picking up the box on the ground, proudly introducing to He Zhi, and unpacking the box live, "I'm going to disassemble my chip now, and my identity card is also called Ji Mao. "

He Zhi nodded and asked him to continue. Ji Mao tore open the box, took out an ID card and a chip, his eyes narrowed with a smile, his teeth bit his lip, and he showed his ID card: "Look."

"It's done well, can this thing be used?" He Zhi asked, staring at the screen.

"Yes," Ji Mao touched the photo on the card and looked up at the screen, "I am now Ji Mao, born in March 2068, scored 76 in the comprehensive genetic test, unemployed, and the account balance is 38,400 yuan."

He Zhi nodded, and Ji Mao seemed to promote sales as a show: "If you need a fake identity, I can help you to ensure free entry and exit."

He Zhi said "enough" and asked Ji Mao to stop. Come down and tell him that he got the robot manual.

Ji Mao looked down at his chip, raised his head when he heard the words, and slowly asked: "The manual for the inflatable doll...?"

He Zhi stared at him for a few seconds, trying to explain objectively: "There are also some hardware instructions."

" Oh."Ji Mao issued a monosyllabic, and slowly nodded.

He Zhi looked at Ji Mao’s attitude and thought of Professor Ding’s gaze in the laboratory, feeling very ashamed, and asked him angrily: "Oh, what do you mean?"

"It means thank you," Ji Mao lowered his head and stuffed the chip in In the bracelet, he asked him casually, "Are you going home at night?"

He was wearing He Zhi's black T-shirt, his arms were white enough to shine, and the afternoon sun came in from the window and hit him, every frame of his gestures looks very beautiful.

"Yes," He Zhi automatically understood Ji Mao's words as urging him to go home, and was half offended, and asked Ji Mao, "What's wrong?"

Ji Mao said, "Will you bring me some long-sleeved clothes?"

He Zhi's T-shirt covered his forearm a little bit, which could cover the wound. Ji Mao pulled up the sleeve of the T-shirt a bit, and the wound was fully exposed.

Ji Mao said: "I want to find a job tomorrow, I am afraid of being seen."

He was not close to the camera, and the gap was still obvious.

After the silicone rubber on his arm was cut away, Ji Mao had no choice but to deal with it. After one day or two nights, the wound opened up, like a grinning mouth, laughing at He Zhi's indeterminate severity.

He Zhi felt a little dazzling, so he moved his eyes away, and said, "I asked the laboratory to make two new ones. You can replace them with new ones and then go find a job."

"How long will it take?" Ji Mao asked him.

"...One month." He Zhi said.

Ji Mao glanced at him, shook his head and said, "It's too long."

Then he said that he wanted to follow the drama and hung up the phone.

He Zhi looked at the darkened screen, was stunned for a few seconds, called the assistant in to explain something, and got busy with work.

After the TL8 cabin was scrapped, the alternate version was missing. The game testing department asked the deputy minister to go on top and re-voted the game version of the TL12 game cabin to start the test progress.

The time for the new product release is getting closer. He Zhi is about to work in his father’s group, and he needs to be familiar with the information. It was an hour that he wanted to break into two parts, but he still insisted on finishing his work before five o’clock. The assistant brought in the men's clothing that he asked.

He felt very good about himself and felt that someone in Hengwan was urging him to go home.

Looking out from He Zhi’s office, one can just see the spire of the Logan Group’s main building. The capital letter "L" on the spire is shining in the sunlight.

He Zhi was very much looking forward to leaving Qianzhan Technology to work at the group headquarters.

Because the Logan Group will be his sooner or later.

He Zhi has a lot of ambitions, he will stand higher and look down on sentient beings.

Today, when He Zhi saw the spire of the group building, he was thinking about such a problem: If he went to the headquarters, a new person in charge of the company came, and the production process of the second laboratory was slow, then wouldn't the three custom-made inflatable dolls be known to everyone?

The assistant's knock on the door interrupted his contemplation. The assistant brought in a big shopping bag. He Zhi stood up, walked over to pick it up, and went downstairs from the special elevator.

As expected, Ji Mao is watching dramas at home. He is watching a new costume film, the love and hatred in the war in the 2010s. The heroine is the female actress in "Flowers and Butterflies", Lin Jingjing.

He Zhi has seen science fiction movies with a history spanning over a hundred years. Among them, the decent and cutting-edge artificial intelligence either fights on the battlefield or rescues the wounded in danger.

Artificial intelligence like Ji Mao, who has no ambition to indulge in idol dramas, is really challenging the human imagination.

He Zhi threw the briefcase beside Ji Mao, and put the shopping bag in his hand on the ground, saying, "I bought the clothes for you, and the instructions are in my bag."

Ji Mao didn't even look at the briefcase. Answered hello vaguely, staring at the screen firmly.

He Zhi arrived home on time and was not welcomed by his family like in his fantasy. The psychological gap was very large. He glanced at Ji Mao silently and went to eat on his own.

After he finished eating, he returned to the living room. The TV series was ended. Ji Mao sat cross-legged on the sofa, carefully reading the manual of the inflatable doll.

"What are you reading?" He Zhi sat aside and asked him.

"Silicone is formed in one piece, which is not easy to repair," Ji Mao said. "The hardware is very poor, but because of its special purpose, the shock absorber function is OK."

His tone is very serious, but he emphasizes the pronunciation of the word shock absorber. In He Zhi's ears, it seemed like nothing to say.

"By the way, this kind of silicone ages faster," Ji Mao continued to analyze his body. "Because inflatable dolls change quickly, the owner will lose their freshness if they use too much, so there is no need to use too good materials, so the laboratory set lifespan is five years."

He Zhi choked for a while, and then said, "I will let the laboratory change the material."

But Ji Mao did not continue to say, he closed the instructions, smiled at He Zhi, and said: "I have finished reading, and I have a new understanding of your company's design direction for inflatable dolls. Your company really is at the forefront of society."

"Do you have to make me uncomfortable?" He Zhi grabbed the manual and defended himself, "I let the laboratory do this for a reason. Are you not looking for a job, have you finished writing your resume?"

Ji Mao looked at him. He Zhi was on the verge of the outbreak, and said slowly: "I'm looking for a welfare job, what kind of resume do I want."

He turned on the TV idly again and began to watch the drama.