Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 684 Extra (6)

The pretty boy took Yan Zhen's gesture of accepting the cigarette as a signal that she was tacitly allowing him to approach. His fair hands climbed onto Yan Zhen's arm and moved like water snakes up her shoulders, kneading her neck and shoulders.

The pressure from the massage was just right, not too strong and not too weak, and it was targeting the acupoints that relax muscles and promote blood circulation. Yan Zhen, who had been exhausted for a day and a night, felt so comfortable and relaxed after being so skillfully flattered by the other party that it seemed as if every pore on his body had opened up.

She had a cigarette dangling from her lips, squinted, and asked, "Who put you here?"

Those who can enter and leave her residence are all core members of the team; I don't know how this pretty boy managed to sneak in.

Before the young man could speak, a plump middle-aged woman next to him quickly explained, "Boss, he's a kitchen helper. He's here tonight to assist you."

Yan Zhen looked the pretty boy up and down and immediately understood most of it.

The shelter doesn't support idlers. To survive here, you either have to go out and find supplies or stay at the base and do logistics work.

The former involves risking one's life for relatively better living conditions, while the latter requires long hours of arduous labor just to ensure basic sustenance.

In the apocalypse, no one has it easier than anyone else.

This pretty boy used to be kept in the basement of the White Wolf Base boss. Just by looking at his hands, you can tell he was used to being pampered and well-fed.

After arriving at the shelter, he probably lacked both the courage and the ability to go out and find supplies, and he also found the logistical work too tiring. So he took advantage of the victory celebration banquet tonight to sneak in and seduce her, hoping to use this opportunity to rise to the top and exchange his beauty for the means to survive.

Having figured this out, Yan Zhen chuckled ambiguously, then removed the pretty boy's hand from her shoulder and neck.

"Not bad." Yan Zhen said, tearing off a roasted lamb leg from the table and handing it to him. "Help yourself with whatever you want to eat, and then go back to work."

The pretty boy's expression changed slightly. He didn't take the roasted lamb leg, but looked at Yan Zhen pitifully: "Boss, I..."

Yan Zhen interrupted him: "I'm not interested in your type."

"I can do anything." The young man panicked, his eyes welling up with tears. He knelt down and leaned closer to Yan Zhen, looking up at her with an extremely humble posture. His handsome face, barely in his early twenties, appeared even more pitiful. "I can do laundry, cook, clean, and I can sing, dance, play guitar, and more..."

He bit his lip, mustered his courage, grabbed Yan Zhen's hand, placed it on his waist and abdomen, and slowly moved it downwards. "I know many other ways to serve you, I guarantee I can satisfy you..."

Upon seeing this, the teammates at the same table burst into laughter and cheered.

"Boss, the guy's practically delivered himself to our doorstep, why don't you just take him in?"

"Yeah, of all the pretty boys from the White Wolf base, this one is the prettiest. He's got a good face, a nice butt, and he knows how to get things done."

Even Xiaolong looked excited: "Boss, do you want it? If not, I'll take it!"

Yan Zhen withdrew her hand and pushed the pretty boy towards Xiao Long's direction: "Go with her, she wants you."

The pretty boy glanced at Xiao Long, then immediately showed a terrified expression, as if frightened by her grotesque half-face. He grabbed Yan Zhen's leg and cried, "No, I want to be with you..."

Xiao Long's face darkened.

The teammate at the same table slammed his fist on the table and burst into laughter.

Yan Zhen couldn't help but laugh out loud, patting the pale-faced boy who was clinging to his knees: "Don't judge a book by its cover. Xiao Long is a rich woman. She not only has her own place to live, but she also has more food and supplies than she can use. If you follow her, you will definitely not go hungry."

The pretty boy hesitated for a few seconds, then shook his head and pressed his face against Yan Zhen's knee: "I still want to be with you."

Faced with the other party's insistence, Yan Zhen began to waver.

She wasn't looking for someone to warm her bed, but the food at the shelter was mediocre, and she was always hungry after collecting supplies.

Besides, no one cleans the house. If I take in this pretty boy, I can come home to a hot meal and won't have to do housework or organize supplies myself. It's not a bad idea.

Moreover, as others have said, this pretty boy is very good-looking, and it's pleasing to the eye to have him right under your nose.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen asked the pretty boy, "What's your name?"

Before the pretty boy could even reply, Yan Zhen felt a chill run down his spine.

She involuntarily shivered, turned her head, and saw two pairs of eyes staring at her coldly, one with dissatisfaction and the other with anger.

The former is Xu Songfeng, and the latter is Jing Chen.

Yan Zhen: "..."

Her gaze shifted from Xu Songfeng to Jing Chen, her expression puzzled.

She understood why Xu Songfeng didn't want her to move people into the house. After all, the child had lost his mother at a young age, and his biological father died in the early stages of the apocalypse. In addition, the apocalyptic environment made him feel insecure.

A few years ago, when someone tried to seduce Yan Zhen, Xu Songfeng hugged Yan Zhen and cried bitterly, worried that she would abandon him, her adopted son with no blood relation, after she got married.

It was after that big cry that Xu Songfeng started calling Yan Zhen "Mom".

But what does it mean when Jing Chen shows that betrayed expression?

Meeting Yan Zhen's questioning gaze, Jing Chen pushed Xu Songfeng with a dark face.

Xu Songfeng immediately jumped out and shouted, "No way! Mom, I don't agree to you adding more people to the family."

Yan Zhen turned her attention back to Xu Songfeng and said in a kind voice, "He can do your laundry."

Xu Songfeng: "...I can wash my own clothes."

"I can't," Yan Zhen said, spreading his hands. "I hate doing laundry the most, and he can cook, sweep the floor, and keep our house spotless."

Xu Songfeng frowned: "Can't we do these things ourselves?"

"Do you have to do everything yourself just because you can do it yourself?" Yan Zhen coaxed patiently. "Think about it, with him around, we won't have to eat the cafeteria food when we come back from outside anymore. We can come home to eat hot and fragrant meals, and there will be hot water for a shower as soon as we walk in. After the shower, we won't have to do laundry, and we can just go straight to sleep..."

A hint of longing appeared in Xu Songfeng's eyes.

But just as he had the thought that "that might not be a bad idea," Jing Chen suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered, "If this man comes into your house, your mother will abandon you."

Xu Songfeng suddenly felt a jolt, remembering that someone had once introduced Yan Zhen to a potential partner who, in front of him, said that Yan Zhen was not his biological son and that people without blood ties could not be trusted. The person suggested that Yan Zhen have a son of his own and raise him so that he could inherit the shelter in the future...

He absolutely cannot let this happen.

"No way!" Xu Songfeng angrily stepped forward and pushed the pretty boy away. "He can't come into our house! I don't like him coming into our house! If you dare to take him in, I'll... I'll stop eating! I'll starve myself to death!"

Yan Zhen: "..."

Under Xu Songfeng's shouting and commotion, Yan Zhen had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​hiring a nanny and gave the pretty boy some things to send him away.

But after the celebration banquet ended, as Yan Zhen watched Jing Chen's departing figure, a strong thought arose in her mind—Jing Chen might know her.