Monster Apartment

Si Yiming didn't look so good when he opened the door.

Zhai Liangjun, the fox has no merit in his eyes, and he always flattered his horse's legs.

Yesterday's Qingcai thought he couldn't tell that it was actually leftovers? !

Even if you haven't been passive, it's leftovers!

Paixiu's incense has always been strong, and the worship has never been cut off. There are everything in the offering, and Si Yiming's eyes are very sharp.

The most important thing is that Zhai Liangjun is still nonsense!

He also dumped the pot on Gu Bai.

Is Gu Bai the kind of person who will give him leftovers?

His Si Yiming had seen Gu Bai's soul. It was pure, pure, bright, and gentle. Such little monsters were rare. Si Yiming was wondering if Gu Bai was the child of a beast.

Before Pai Yao was a symbol of the army, he had a fierce temper, and he paid special attention to certain rules. Adding a beast to the leftovers of Pai Yao, adding a guilt, Si Yiming didn’t need to think about it. The fox is just a beating.

After being beaten, the fox lay half-dead on the floor of his house, and was extremely strong to mention the logistics company.

Si Yiming felt that it was because the fox had been beaten by him for so many years, that he was so courageous.

Zhai Liangjun was indeed a very bachelor, and he felt that he would not be killed anyway, so he would beat him casually, and he was very happy.

Moreover, Si Yiming has never been to the wrong person, so he calmed down and listened to him after hitting him with the hind foot.

Si Yiming looked at the fox and felt his brain hurt badly: "What are you doing again?"

"I invite you to dinner!" Zhai Liangjun said.

Si Yiming looked at him indifferently, and closed the door with his backhand.

"Don't! It's not me, please! Gu Xiaobai, please!" The fox slid against the door and ran the train with his mouth full. Let the circle give him money."

"Lack of money?" Si Yiming paused.

Zhai Liangjun nodded: "Yes!"

How good a fox is. When Gu Bai carefully asked him about the utility bill, he could see that Gu Bai had no money in his pocket, and he was not talking nonsense at the moment.

Si Yiming raised his head and glanced at the opposite door, Room 666, then glanced at Zhai Liangjun in a chilly manner. After a slight nod, he closed the door mercilessly.

Mr. Zhai did not feel the ruthlessness of Mr. Si at all.

After all, Si Yiming nodded and agreed with the logistics company's idea, and also nodded and accepted the invitation to dinner.

Zhai Liangjun has always unilaterally and very persistently thought that Si Yiming was a sullen expression with cold outside and hot inside.

…No, it doesn’t seem to be cold to the outside even if it explodes at all.

Anyway, he and Huang Yining have been peeling under Si Yiming’s eyelids all day long. They have not been smashed to death by a paw after jumping for so many years. This fact is enough to prove that this brave is not the kind that is irritated. The type of killer.

In any case, they are all divine beasts, not the same as the gang of fierce beasts that are not in harmony with each other.

Although life is better than death when being beaten, it is better than being really cold.

Mr. Zhai happily replied a message to Gu Bai, went back to his room and opened the medicine box, wiping the wound quickly and numbly, preparing to restore his handsome image of Yushu as a handsome and suave national husband.

Gu Bai was standing next to the workbench, holding a pen and a photo to determine the perspective line. After hearing that he had a design idea, the seniors threw him in the studio and didn't take him out to fight.

The two walls of Gu Bai add up to about ten square meters, and the edges are irregularly broken, one side is larger and the other is smaller.

The small side is nearly three meters high and more than one meter wide, and Gu Bai prepares to be the tail of the overall painting.

Gu Bai was thinking about the composition, and the phone received two messages at the same time. One was that Zhai Liangjun said that he could do it at any time, and the other was that Huang Yining said that he hadn't been free in the past half a month.

Gu Bai thought for a while, and decided to invite Mr. Zhai to eat tonight.

Zhai Liangjun's intestines are all regretful.

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai who was surprised by his arrival, then glanced at Zhai Liangjun whose entire fox had become stubborn, and squinted his eyes.

Courage is not small.

Fudge him again.

"I didn't expect Mr. Si to come." Gu Bai hurriedly took the disposable slippers, and he didn't notice Zhai Liangjun's lie. "I thought Mr. Zhai was the only one who prepared a whole chicken feast. You like it. What to eat? I'll do it again."

Si Yiming tilted his head and glanced at Zhai Liangjun. With a meaningful look, he saw the fox's calf trembling, and the wound he had just recovered was dull aching.

"It's okay, I'll eat them all, I'm here to accompany you today." Si Yiming said to Gu Bai, entering the house as if nothing had happened.

There was a pot of chicken soup hanging in the room, and the fragrance had already diffused, making people move their index fingers.

Gu Bai stood at the door, looking at Zhai Liangjun who was awkward, and said in doubt, "Mr. Zhai?"

Mr. Zhai came from it with sorrow. He had no love, and his heart was ashamed. He entered Gu Bai's house with his tail clipped. He lay down on the sofa as soon as he entered the door, feeling that the heavens had lost him.

Si Yiming glanced at him, followed Gu Bai to the kitchen, and asked directly, "Why did you think of inviting him to dinner?"

In the face of Si Yiming, although the other party's attitude was very consistent, Gu Bai was still a little cautious.

He replied softly: "Mr. Zhai has helped me a lot."

Si Yiming was not surprised that Zhai Liangjun would be willing to help others.

In today's living conditions, most monsters are habitually guarding their cubs, whether they are their own cubs or not, as long as they are not of the type that will cause disasters, they will basically help a group when they see it.

These small seedlings are all hope for the future. Monsters are inherently difficult to cultivate and become spirits. The fertility rate is extremely low. There is no way to compare with the reproduction speed of humans. Over time, protecting the cubs has become a habit.

Including Si Yiming, he also knows how to make mistakes.

"Zhai Liangjun said you are short of money." Si Yiming said.

Gu Bai fried the chicken for a while, then turned his head, feeling unexpected for Si Yiming's question.

Gu Bai was not embarrassed: "...Yes, but I already have a job."

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai, thought for a while, walked over, and held Gu Bai's shoulders. When Gu Bai was confused, he raised his hand and stroked his forehead three times, then retracted his hand.

Gu Bai shrank his neck and took two steps back. The spatula was placed in front of him in a defensive position, and he stumbled upon his words: "Si, Mr. Si?"

Si Yiming explained: "The wealth is bright, you will be rich."

"Thanks...thank you?" Gu Bai nodded blankly, smelling a scorched smell on the tip of his nose, and immediately hurriedly rescued the pot of chicken.

When his rescue was over, Si Yiming had already left the kitchen.

Gu Bai raised his hand and touched his forehead that had just been stroked.

Although Mr. Si is talking about him, his behavior just now should be regarded as a special blessing.

Gu Bai thought, after starting this dish, he decided to treat it as a blessing buff from a financial legend. Maybe from then on he would wear a buff like a godly help to count money and reach the pinnacle of life!

Si Yiming went out of the kitchen, sat on the sofa, looked down at his hands.

He had definitely seen the aura of that little boy, but he just couldn't remember it.

Gu Bai not only fed these two big brothers a whole chicken feast, but because he consciously neglected Si Yiming, Gu Bai baked a bag of small biscuits at night and made a chiffon cream cake roll. Early in the morning, I knocked on Si Yiming's door and served him breakfast.

—Gu Bai saw Si Yiming's spicy dishes yesterday, but likes sweet dishes.

The taste is too sweet, so there is always nothing wrong with sending cakes.

Mr. Si took this breakfast to the company he opened. As the chairman, there was a rare meeting that he needed to attend today. Si Yiming had to take some time from the gap of patrolling the area he was responsible for. To deal with those humans.

Although these humans are troublesome, there is still one good point. The Internet has been developed so that any existence that enters the human society can be traced, and relevant resumes can be quickly found.

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai's life history while unpacking the cake roll.

The resume above from kindergarten to university is exhaustive. It also says that his mother has been lost since childhood. The father’s information is not available, and even the name has been eliminated. Si Yiming frowned when he looked at the resume.

The reason for frowning was not because he couldn't find the information of Gu Bai's parents, but because Si Yiming felt that the information was too detailed.

No monster will leave such a deep trace in human society.

Si Yiming rubbed the paper in his hand and saw the entry in the last column that read "Participating in the exhibition wall project of S City Art Expo Center", thinking of Gu Bai's sincere expression of gratitude to Zhai Liangjun during the meal yesterday, he sighed slightly. He pursed his lips.

…How does this little bastar live like a real person?

Which parents are so stupid, don’t humans have that kind of gender cognition disorder? What if the kid gets racial cognition disorder?

Si Yiming frowned and thought.

If you don’t warn the little **** to be okay, this parent is simply irresponsible to the extreme!

It's not worrying.

Mr. Si took a bite of the cake roll in his hand, the mouth was soft and sweet, and the creamy taste was as smooth as silk.

Si Yiming was silent for two seconds. Looking at the resume in his hand, he felt that it was necessary for him to teach the life common sense of the little **** monster!

Remuneration, this cake roll will do.

Or any other desserts are also good.

Mr. Secretary is not picky about sweets.

The author has something to say: Si Yiming: Heartbroken.