Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

It's been a while since I've been so close to my little brother...

When Wu Xie smelled the almost familiar scent on him again, he reacted almost instantly.

Depend on!

Wu Xie cursed himself inwardly for being so useless. He haphazardly climbed up from Zhang Qiling's legs, leaned against the head of the bed, and deliberately covered himself with the quilt in a messy manner.

He lowered his head guiltily, not daring to look at the young man.

Although Zhang Qiling was puzzled, he did not ask. He just said, "Do you want to eat anything else? I'll go out and buy some."

Want to eat you.

Wu Xie almost blurted out, but stopped in time, coughed awkwardly, and his cheeks were a little red, "No, I can't finish all this."

Zhang Qiling nodded and looked at him.

Wu Xie pointed at the suitcases they brought and said, "Brother, I brought your book for you as well. It's in there."

Zhang Qiling nodded to indicate that he understood, and continued to look at Wu Xie.

Wu Xie counted on his fingers and asked anxiously, "Don't you want to see it?"

Zhang Qiling continued to look at him and said, "I don't want to look at it now."

"Then could you please stop looking at me?" Wu Xie said weakly, his hand on his abdomen unconsciously grabbing the corner of the quilt and pulling it up.

Zhang Qiling felt strange and wondered what was wrong with Wu Xie. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No!" Wu Xie's head was shaking like a rattle.

Zhang Qiling retracted the gaze that made Wu Xie feel oppressed, thought for a while, went to get the remote control from the hotel, handed it to Wu Xie, and said expressionlessly: "Wu Xie, I want to watch TV."

"Ah?" Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted. After turning on the TV screen, Wu Xie asked Zhang Qiling, "Brother, what do you want to watch?"

Zhang Qiling sat down naturally at the head of Wu Xie's bed, with his back against the bedrest, one foot on Wu Xie's bed, and the other foot bent on the ground, finding a comfortable angle to lean against the head of the bed.

Hearing Wu Xie's question, he said naturally: "I see what you see."

"What am I looking at..."

Wu Xie scratched his head in confusion, feeling something was wrong. He pressed the remote control a few times and suddenly came to his senses. He turned around and looked at the young man leaning against the head of his bed. He wanted to ask him: Why don't you lie down on the other bed?

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but when he saw Zhang Qiling looking at him innocently, he stopped talking.

never mind,

Let him lie wherever he wants.

Wu Xie turned the TV to the children's channel, feeling that it was more suitable for the little brother to watch, adding a bit of silence to his dull life.

Hey (*^▽^*)

I grabbed the milk tea on the side and continued drinking it, and at the same time, I got myself a fried chicken leg that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

It's been a little too long and isn't crispy enough, but it's still delicious.

"Brother, do you want to eat? It seems like we haven't had lunch yet." Wu Xie asked.

He and Fatty went to the mountain early in the morning. So many things happened afterwards. They were busy moving and busy being angry. In a blink of an eye, it was already afternoon. He just remembered that they hadn't even had lunch.

"Want one?" Wu Xie handed him a chicken leg. Zhang Qiling took it and touched it with the other chicken leg in Wu Xie's hand.

Wu Xie suddenly became very curious about how Zhang Qiling ate these things. Seeing that his mouth would get dirty from eating chicken legs and that food residues would fall onto the quilt, Wu Xie felt a great sense of satisfaction in his heart.

I helped Zhang Qiling wipe the food off his mouth and asked him, "Is it delicious?"

Zhang Qiling nodded.

The two of them sat together, watching cartoons and eliminating all these things.

When the fat man swiped open the door of their room and rushed in, Wu Xie was just gnawing on the last chicken wing. When he saw the fat man suddenly rushing in, he stopped in fright.

"Little naive, let's go eat! I'm starving!!!" the fat man shouted, and his voice suddenly stopped.

"You!" The fat man stretched out his arm and pointed at Wu Xie, then at Zhang Qiling, and finally turned back to Wu Xie and said in disbelief: "You——"

Wu Xie burped at an inopportune time, glanced quickly at the empty boxes, and covered his mouth guiltily.

I was wondering if I said these things were left by the previous person and the hotel was not cleaned, what was the chance that Fatty would believe it.

The fat man was furious: "How naive of you to eat alone!"

Wu Xie pointed at Zhang Qiling and said without hesitation: "Brother bought it! Brother ate it!"

"You bastard! You fucking bastard!" The fat man's eyes were almost spitting fire, and he pounced on Wu Xie to beat him.

Zhang Qiling stood up and walked away without any reluctance. Between Wu Xie and the fat man, he always adhered to the principle of not taking sides and not getting involved.

The fat guy’s tonnage is so huge that if he pounces on him, he can crush out the food he hadn’t eaten the previous night.

Wu Xie quickly dodged and shouted in grievance: "Why don't you say anything about the little brother? He is also involved! You just think I am a soft persimmon."

The fat man ignored him, kicked Wu Xie's butt twice, and lay down on another bed to order a takeout for himself.

Wu Xie booked a standard room and a double bed room. He and his brother stayed in the standard room, but his brother had never slept in the other bed in the room.

The fat man looked at the quilt that was untouched and had been tidied up without the slightest wrinkle, and said jokingly, "Tian Zhen, let's save some money. The three of us can just live in this room. The little brother won't sleep on this bed anyway."

Wu Xie touched his buttocks with two shoe prints, lay on the bed, buried his face in the quilt, and silently raised two middle fingers to the fat man.

The takeaway ordered by Fatty arrived very quickly, and it was a spicy malatang from a restaurant.

He ordered two servings. Wu Xie was not interested at first because he could not eat anything too spicy. However, the food in this restaurant was well cooked and smelled strange. In addition, the fat man's slurping noises immediately aroused his appetite. Although he had just eaten, it seemed okay to give it a try.

So Wu Xie picked up another serving of spicy hot pot and started eating.

"You're right, it's really delicious." Wu Xie said to the fat man with a big tongue.

The fat man wiped his nose and took the time to look at him. He was then amused by Wu Xie and burst into laughter. "Your face looks like you were hit by someone, hahahaha."

Wu Xiesi breathed in and out with a laugh, sweating from the spiciness, so Zhang Qiling helped him wipe it off.

"It's delicious, but too spicy." The tissues that Wu Xie used to wipe his nose were piled up like a small mountain on the side, and the tip of his nose was red from being rubbed by the tissues.

Tears welled up uncontrollably from Wu Xie's eyes.

It's spicy.

“So spicy, so spicy~”

Wu Xie stuck out his tongue and shed two lines of tears. It was definitely him who loved eating.

Fortunately, the fat guy bought a lot of beer, and he drank half a dozen beers with the spicy hot pot.

It’s great to drink ice-cold beer in summer!

After drinking too much, Wu Xie fell asleep after eating.

The fat man didn't go back to his big bed room. He had drunk a lot of beer and was too lazy to move, so he just slept next to Wu Xie.

Zhang Qiling wiped Wu Xie's face clean and rubbed his red and swollen eyelids. Tears rolled down the corners of his eyes but were quickly wiped away by Zhang Qiling.

them.......

They all use their own methods to help Wu Xie release his inner emotions.

(Always the best triangle!)