There are little zombies at home

Chapter 23 23

Early the next morning, the little zombie was still making breakfast in the kitchen, when suddenly he heard the doorbell ringing.

He was startled at first, and then he came to his senses, turned off the fire carefully, and jumped to open the door.

"Good morning." The little zombie opened the door, and before seeing who was coming, he greeted him according to the greeting in the book.

"Okay." Huang Qi leaned against the wall and came in, with a tired expression but wrinkled nose, and asked, "Are you cooking?"

The little zombie nodded truthfully, wiped the little yellow duck apron hanging on his body, and wanted to pour Huang Qi a glass of water first.

I didn't want Huang Qi to see him take out the water glass, but waved his hand to refuse, and lay down on the fabric sofa self-consciously, "I'll take a rest, if you want to make breakfast, get me one too, thank you."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep without waiting for the little zombie to agree.

The little zombie tilted his head, looked down at his slippers, and jumped into the kitchen barefoot for fear of disturbing Huang Qi.

Not long after, Zhong Jing also came out of the bedroom, raised his eyes to see the back of the little zombie in the kitchen, and glanced at the unknown object on the sofa, and kicked him in disgust, "Hey, wake up. "

Huang Qi thought it was the little zombie who had prepared breakfast and called him, but when he opened his eyes suddenly, he saw Zhong Jinghuan standing in front of him with arms folded, and he couldn't help but sighed in disappointment.

"Can't you be lighter?" Huang Qi complained, and sat up cross-legged, leaving a place for Zhong Jing.

Zhong Jing sat next to him, checked the time, and asked curiously, "Why are you here so early today?"

"I just finished dealing with the company's affairs, so I came to see you by the way." Huang Qi explained simply, and handed the stack of documents to Zhong Jing, "This is the general arrangement of the reality show, you will bring Fugui with you later. Read it carefully."

Zhong Jing took it and put it away, and wanted to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of the little zombie jumping.

"Breakfast, it's ready." The little zombie leaned out half of his body, deliberately blocking his unshoeed feet, but the slippers not far away still betrayed him.

"Why don't you wear shoes?" Zhong Jing immediately stood up, picked up the little zombie's slippers with rabbit ears, and walked straight towards him.

The little zombie pursed his lips, but obediently stretched out his feet so that Zhong Jing could put on the slippers for him.

"The kitchen is full of floor tiles, maybe it's greasy and dirty, why do you dare to walk around barefoot..." Zhong Jing knelt down to put on his shoes, and kept thinking.

"Ah Jing." Huang Qi said silently behind him, "I don't think I've ever seen you be so considerate to others."

Zhong Jing paused, turned his head and glared at Huang Qi viciously, "You're the only one who talks too much."

Huang Qi shrugged, and simply admitted: "I talk a lot, did you know the first day?"

Zhong Jing was dumbfounded, turned his head and stopped talking, but the back of his neck was dyed a light red.

The breakfast made by the little zombie is very rich. He fried the pancakes with egg liquid, and then put luncheon meat, tomatoes and lettuce leaves in the pancakes. It can be said that it contains the staple food of meat and vegetables.

Huang Qi seemed to have been hungry for a few days. After eating a set of pancakes, he ate up all the extra luncheon meat on the plate, and then spread it on the seat, hiccupping heavily.

Zhong Jing shook his head, put the tomato slices from his cake on the little zombie's plate, and then began to enjoy breakfast slowly.

"By the way, are you free tonight?" Huang Qi asked suddenly after resting for a long time.

"What?" Zhong Jing raised his eyebrows, put down the cake in his hand, and took a sip of milk slowly.

"My mother wants to treat you to dinner." After Huang Qi finished speaking, he quickly picked up the napkin to cover his face.

Not surprisingly, Zhong Jing sprayed a sip of milk directly at Huang Qi, coughing for a long time before looking at Huang Qi in disbelief.

Before, because of Huang Qi's handsome appearance, some fans speculated about his relationship with Zhong Jing, but Huang's mother actually read those contents verbatim.

Mother Huang didn't dare to ask Huang Qi directly, so every time she invited Zhong Jing to dinner, and then inquired about the relationship between the two.

"Your mother suspects us, how dare you bring me in front of her old man?" Zhong Jing felt a headache.

"Isn't it a coincidence that you took Fugui to prove my innocence and yours!" Huang Qi slapped his thigh and made a decision for Zhong Jing, "Remember to come here at six o'clock in the evening."

"I don't agree." Zhong Jing shook his head, he didn't want to face Mama Huang's scary eyes again.

"Just agree." Huang Qi smiled and stood up as quickly as possible, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Zhong Jing wanted to refute, but Huang Qi dodged and escaped from the door.

Seeing Zhong Jing's annoyed expression, the little zombie blinked in confusion, "Is his mother scary?"

"It doesn't count..." Zhong Jing pondered for a moment, "It's just a little too enthusiastic."

The little zombie is even more confused, and doesn't understand why enthusiasm can also become a shortcoming.

After a long time, the little zombie finally understood Zhong Jing's meaning under the gaze of Huang's mother, so he could only pull Zhong Jing's sleeve timidly, and asked him to block his sight.

"Mother Huang, long time no see." Zhong Jing said bravely.

"Xiao Zhong, is this your new boyfriend?" Mama Huang sized up the little zombie for a long time before withdrawing her attention.

"It's not a new boyfriend, we've been dating for a long time." Huang Qi took the initiative to take the conversation, "I wanted to tell you before that we don't have that kind of relationship, so read less fan fiction on the Internet!"

Huang's mother looked back and forth between Zhong Jing and Huang Qi several times, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, this way I don't have to worry about who will attack and who will suffer every day."

Huang Qi: "..." Mom, where did you learn these technical terms!

After a meal, everyone ate very happily, even the little zombie was poured two glasses of beer by the happy mother Huang.

On the way home, Zhong Jing was frightened all the time. The little zombie would jump around because of drunkenness. Fortunately, the little zombie was motion sick, and he didn't get over it until the entrance of the corridor.

There was a dim yellow street light at the entrance of the corridor, and the little zombie, blushing, grabbed Zhong Jing by force.

Zhong Jing was caught off guard, and was suddenly pulled by the little zombie to turn around, and then felt a coldness on his lips.

Standing on tiptoe, the little zombie climbed onto Zhong Jing's neck spontaneously with both hands, wanting to deepen the kiss, but was slightly pushed away by Zhong Jing.

Zhong Jing's face was no less red than that of the little zombie at the moment. He licked his lips dully, not knowing whether he was convincing himself or comforting the little zombie, "You...you must be drunk."

"I'm very sober." The little zombie looked up at him, as if wanting to prove that what he said was true, he raised his fingers and started counting, "One, two, three..."

The sound of the little zombie's count echoed at the door of the quiet corridor, but Zhong Jing felt his heart move, as if the sprout had suddenly broken through the ground...