Before nine o'clock in the evening, Wen Ping carried a bag of fruit and walked slowly back towards the Aisheng Hotel.

Recently, his eyelids have been jumping inexplicably. As an old saying goes, the left eye jumps for money and the right eye jumps for disaster, but both eyes jump together. Is it wealth or disaster?

When he walked into the hotel door, the welcoming young man had already recognized him and knew that he was a distinguished guest who had been specially explained by Mr. Song to stay here for a long time. The smile on his face was very kind when he saluted.

Wen Ping also smiled back at him, and asked casually, "Have you gotten off work yet?"

"Come on," the young man replied, "there's only half an hour left..."

Wen Ping's footsteps stopped abruptly.

Halfway through his words, the young man saw that Wen Ping's face was wrong, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Wen, what's the matter?"

Wen Ping looked back and saw that the night was thick outside the hotel door, except for the light cast by the street lamps on the opposite side, he didn't notice anything unusual.

"Could it be my illusion..." Wen Ping grumbled suspiciously. The moment he greeted the young man just now, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a figure behind him.

The young man followed Wen Ping's line of sight and asked, "Mr. Wen, do you need any help?"

"Oh, no, it's fine." Wen Ping put away his doubts, smiled at the young man again, and walked into the elevator.

In the shadows outside the hotel door, a man wearing a peaked cap looked at Wen Ping's back, and then compared Wen Ping's appearance on a photo in his hand, and muttered to himself: "It should be him. ."

This person was Gu Lixuan, who had just come from City B to City D.

The photo in his hand came from the last time he helped Ying Mo Hua's assistant pick up the photo.

Two minutes later, Gu Yuexuan pressed the brim of his hat and walked into the hotel door.

Without waiting for the welcoming young man to ask, he went directly to the front desk: "Excuse me, is there a Mr. Wen who lives here?"

The front desk customer service asked cautiously, "Which Mr. Wen?"

"Oops, I forgot to ask." Gu Lixuan patted the back of his head angrily after showing his best actor's 12-point acting skills, "I only know his surname is Wen, he took my taxi before and dropped his phone in my car, After I found out, I quickly chased back and saw him walking into the door of this hotel from a distance, it should have just come in not long ago, do you have any impression?"

The customer service at the front desk has not yet opened the door, and the welcoming young man said: "Oh, that's the one just now."

The customer service winked at him, and the young man shut his mouth after realizing it.

"Sorry, this gentleman, our customer information here is confidential. If you are sure that it is the gentleman who came in just now, please allow me to call him first to confirm."

Gu Yuexuan shook his phone and said, "I said it all, his phone fell on my car, how can you call him? You just need to tell me which room he lives in?"

The customer service looked at him and dialed the landline in Wenping's room, but no one answered for a long time.

Gu Yuexuan said: "I said that I can't get in touch, so I might as well find it myself."

The customer service was distracted by Gu Lixuan from the very beginning, but he didn't expect to call Wen Ping's mobile phone to confirm.

He thought about it and said to Gu Lixuan, "Or, you can give me the guest's mobile phone..."

"How can this be done!" Gu Lixuan hid the phone behind him defensively, "What if you secretly take it for yourself?"

The customer service had a black line, so she wouldn't be greedy for this kind of cheapness in front of the hotel's surveillance.

Gu Lixuan urged: "You can just tell me the house number, my car is still parked outside, I'll leave immediately after handing off my phone. If it's too late.

I got a fine, will you pay for me? "

The Yingbin young man couldn't stand it any longer, and persuaded: "Why don't you tell him about it, people are also doing good deeds by collecting money, so why bother others."

The customer service was helpless and had to tell the other party the house number.

Gu Lixuan thanked him, and quickly stepped into the elevator with his hand in hand. In the closed room of the elevator door, he pressed the brim of his hat again, blocking his view of the monitor in the corner of the elevator.

After Wen Ping returned to the hotel, instead of going back to his room, he knocked on Xia Liang's door with the fruit.

Since Zhou Shuo left, Wen Ping has dutifully taken up the job of taking care of Xia Liang's daily life. Seeing that there is not much fruit left in Xia Liang's fruit bowl, he also went to the nearby supermarket to buy fruit in person.

Xia Liang said with emotion: "Du Lanze always said that you are the best doctor there, but what is the difference between you and a nanny when you serve me like this?"

"It's just to achieve an indistinguishable effect." Wen Ping said with a smile, "The organization has explained that Omegas with innate skills are very precious, and it's the first time I've met an interstellar friend like you who has a half-way genetic mutation and also has innate skills. So even if I quit all jobs, I have to make sure that your baby is born safely - by the way, Omega's talent skills can be inherited, and genetic discipline is as high as 60%, so your baby must be foolproof."

Xia Liang was silent for a while, and said, "Tell me honestly, what is the plan of the organization you mentioned? Have they not given up on lobbying me to join your star membership?"

"Well..." Wen Ping touched his nose, "Let's go with the flow, if you really don't want to immigrate, we won't force you to go with a gun, right?"

"What about my child? You care so much about my childbirth, do you want to make a fuss about my child?"

Wen Ping had always wanted to pass the test in a sloppy way, but obviously Xia Liang didn't give him a chance to pass the test. He repeatedly asked him if there was no way out, so he had to tell the truth: "The organization really attaches great importance to the child in your stomach. You have to inherit Omega's innate skills, if he doesn't inherit it, the organization won't interfere too much in your child's life."

"But if he inherits talent skills, then to tell you the truth, the organization will definitely observe him on a regular basis. Of course, the observation environment is very loose, whether he wants to live in the zero world, or return to our ABO family, We can all observe, and the way of observation is to take a little blood sample every once in a while, and it will not have any effect on his health. I say this, can you rest assured?"

"Just like that?"

"Of course, in the days to come, if you can change your mind and go back with us, of course we are very welcome." Wen Ping smiled, "The organization will never give up lobbying for the introduction of talents."

Xia Liang couldn't help laughing, and Wen Ping's half-joking remarks dispelled his concerns to a large extent.

What's more, the child also has the choice of the child. If he grows up, he is more willing to go to the ABO family to have a look. Who knows what will happen in the future.

At this moment, there was a vague knock on the door outside the room, and someone was asking, "Is Mr. Wen there?"

But it was the door next door. Someone opened the door and answered a few words, then closed it again.

Wen Ping was always a little sensitive to his surname. He heard the person outside knocking on the door of several rooms in a row, and finally knocked on their room, still the same question: "Excuse me, is Mr. Wen there?"

"Looking for me?" Wen Ping pointed to his nose suspiciously, then stood up and walked over to open the door.

However, in the next moment, Wen Ping took a breath of cold air and slowly retreated back into the door.

I saw a man in a peaked cap holding a sharp knife, approaching Wen Ping's throat step by step.