Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Ping Bao put his chin on Wu Xie's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Brother! You are biased! Why do you only hug him and not me when you wake up?"

Wu Xie, who had woken up because of the heat, was sandwiched between the two men, tightly pressed together without any gaps. The heat from the other party was transmitted to him without any gap. Wu Xie felt so hot that he pushed the two men away with his hands, one on the left and one on the right, and shouted, "Enough!"

Wu Xie suddenly threw away the quilt, jumped up from the bed, stood on the bed flexibly, and looked down at the two people who were still lying there.

Same appearance, same bewitching ability, both are fairies!

Wu Xie crossed his long legs over Zhang Qiling, who was sleeping on the outermost side, and stepped barefoot on the ground.

The floor heating is also warm and not cold at all.

Wu Xie simply walked barefoot to the bathroom and planned to take a shower.

It was winter, but after a nap, he broke out in sweat.

It is already evening. The sky gets dark early in winter. The sky outside the window is already mostly dark and will soon be filled with stars.

After Wu Xie went downstairs, he looked around and found that there was still no sign of Fatty and Little Bottle.

When asked, Wang Meng just said he didn't know. He had been sitting here for the entire afternoon and hadn't seen them come back.

That's really strange.

Wu Xie wondered what the two of them were doing. They had been out for a whole day, and they were still so happy that they didn't want to come back.

It's rare that little Milk Bottle is willing to follow Fatty for so long.

Wu Xie stood at the door, poked his head out from the insulated door curtain, and watched the hustle and bustle of traffic outside.

The entrance of Wushanju faces the West Lake. As the sun sets, the roads on both sides are still crowded with people. Even in such a cold day, it cannot extinguish the burning fire in the hearts of the tourists who come from all over the place.

Wu Xie sighed, he is really cold-resistant, it is easy to make money from rich people.

Looking around, Wu Xie didn't see the fat man and the little bottle.

So he rubbed his frozen ears, quickly turned his head back, and couldn't stop sighing.

The "cook" at home hasn't come back yet, so it seems he will have to cook tonight.

Wu Xie tied on an apron and went to the kitchen. Zhang Qiling disappeared, but Pingbao followed him happily and also went into the kitchen.

As soon as he opened the refrigerator door, Wu Xie saw a whole, fresh chicken lying quietly in the middle of the refrigerator...with its feathers plucked...

Wu Xie: (*???)!!

Then I remembered that today is Christmas, and yesterday I boasted that I would make a roast chicken.

Good God! He completely forgot about this and slept until late in the afternoon.

If I start now, I don’t know if it will be too late.

"Are you hungry?" Wu Xie asked Pingbao.

Pingbao nodded honestly, "I want to eat the food my brother cooks."

very good,

So Wu Xie put down his hand that was about to take the chicken and took the vegetables and eggs next to him, and then took the meat from the frozen layer, saying, "It just so happens that I didn't eat lunch, let's have a bowl of noodles first to fill my stomach."

Pingbao naturally had no objection.

Wang Meng had already gone home from get off work, and it was getting dark outside.

Wu Xie called Fatty, but he only heard a loud rumbling noise from the other end. It was very noisy and he didn't know what they were doing. The two people shouted "Hello, hello" for a long time, but no one could hear what the other was saying, so they gave up.