Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

November,

There was still a howling typhoon yesterday, and even many of the graceful willow trees by the West Lake were blown down.

I didn't expect that after a night, today would turn out to be a sunny and beautiful day.

The continuous heavy rains have made people almost have mushrooms growing on their heads due to staying indoors. But when they woke up in the morning and saw the gentle breeze and cloudless weather, every household quickly took out and hung up the clothes that still smelled of stinky feet.

We walked around the beautiful West Lake.

Wushanju is no exception.

Wu Xie slept a little late yesterday. When the fat man came in, he was doing the work of two people, and he fell asleep on Zhang Qiling. Anyway, it has been raining every day recently, and the young man can't go for a morning run. He didn't get up himself, and didn't let Zhang Qiling, who had already woken up, get up. His main idea was that if he doesn't get up, no one else can get up. If anyone wants to stay in bed, everyone has to stay in bed together!

Like a rude little puppy.

Pingbao was still sleeping. He played games with Wu Xie until very late yesterday.

It was the latest model of game console that Xie Yuzhen sent to them. After all, Wu Xie didn’t have the money to buy a game console. QAQ

This was the first time he had seen such an exquisite and interesting toy, so he was extremely interested. Before he knew it, he and Wu Xie had been playing until late at night, and at this time he was sleeping soundly leaning against Zhang Qiling.

When he sleeps, he is like an automatic treasure hunter. Wherever Wu Xie is, he will spontaneously lean over and sit next to Wu Xie.

Now Wu Xie was lying on Zhang Qiling. From the fat man's perspective, even Pingbao and Tianzhen were leaning tightly against Zhang Qiling.

Fatty: ...

A 1.8-meter-long bed is more than enough for two adult men to sleep, but for three adult men plus a small bottle of milk, the bed is a bit tight and cramped.

These 3.5 people are crammed together...

Depend on!

The friendship between the three is so beautiful that the fat man can't bear to look at it.

Once the police arrive, they will definitely arrest these people as part of a crackdown on pornography and illegal activities.

For a moment, the fat man didn't know whether to go out first or shout "Oh my God!"

Do not look at anything indecent,

Do not look at anything indecent!!!

Zhang Qiling raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the fat man, as if asking: What's the matter?

The fat man had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "The sky is clearing up, let Xiao Tianzhen get up quickly to dry the quilt, and open the windows for ventilation, otherwise mushrooms will grow in the house.

It's really outrageous. What time is it? Still sleeping! Not even eating breakfast. You're old, but you don't know how to control yourself."

The fat man shook his head and sighed as he walked away, leaving Zhang Qiling and Little Milk Bottle staring at each other. Their faces were cut from the same mold, with the same confused expressions. If Wu Xie was awake, he would definitely shout "So cute!"

Zhang Qiling was lying there with nothing to do. He was originally playing Lego with Little Naiping. The fat man came in and interrupted their interest, so he signaled to Little Naiping to put away all the things on the bed.

Then, the pair of slender and powerful hands with thin calluses naturally fell on Wu Xie's face and gently stroked his earlobes, trying to wake Wu Xie up.

Little Milk Bottle was squeezed in the innermost room by three big men. Fortunately, Zhang Qiling, who was the most well-behaved sleeper, was blocking him in the middle, so he was not really squeezed.

Little Naiping put away the half-built Lego on the bed, picked up the Lego that Jie Yucheng bought for him, and climbed out of the "mountain of people" with a grunt, while stepping on Pingbao without any hesitation.

Pingbao cried out, and woke up immediately. He glared at the culprit, Little Milk Bottle, and said, "You did it on purpose!"

The little bottle snorted softly and ignored him, pretending not to hear him.

Wu Xie was woken up, opened his eyes dazedly, glanced at them, then retracted his neck and rubbed it against Zhang Qiling's chest to get rid of the evil hand and scratch his itch at the same time.

He turned over and lay back on the bed, stretched out his body, closed his eyes and asked, "What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock." Zhang Qiling replied.

"Hmm..." Wu Xie's throat made an unknown, coquettish sound. Just when Zhang Qiling thought he should wake up, Wu Xie smacked his lips twice and mumbled vaguely, "It's still early. It's a typhoon and I can't go out. What are I getting up so early for..."

Then... fell asleep again...

Zhang Qiling slid out from between Ping Bao and Wu Xie like a snake and sat up. "The sky is clear now. It's time to dry the quilt."

Wu Xie uttered a surprised "hmm", opened his eyes in amazement, and asked, "Is it clear?"

Then, without waiting for the young man to answer, he immediately asked, "What's the date today?"

This picture is really not very clear. His life does not require him to distinguish between workdays and rest days. When it snows, it is winter. When the branches sprout new buds, it is spring. As for what month and day it is today...

"November 11nd!" Little Bottle stood by the bed, tiptoed to look at Wu Xie, who was lying in the innermost part, with most of his body hidden by the lattice, and answered.

"Uncle, I'm hungry! Let's eat together!"

"Hmm?" Wu Xie supported himself with one hand and sat up, frowning slightly, "Didn't you have breakfast?"

The little bottle nodded.

"If you don't eat, be careful not to grow tall in the future!" Wu Xie glared at Little Bottle and was angry with him.

The window was opened, and the bright sunshine outside poured in, bringing a dry and warm feeling.

Wu Xie closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed: "It's finally not raining. It's better to have the sun."

When Wu Xie went out with the quilt in his arms, Fatty was holding a clothes hanger and patting the fluffy quilt that was dried in the sun, so Wu Xie shouted happily: "Fatty~"

"I'm here~~~~"

The fat man, wearing an apron, said sarcastically, "Hey, the sun is shining on your butt, are you finally awake?"

Wu Xie just laughed “hehe”.

"It's already November without me noticing - hey, Fatty, how about we have cake tonight?"

The fat man glanced at Wu Xie and spat, "Damn it, as soon as you stick your butt out, I know what kind of shit you're pulling!"

Wu Xie continued to smirk, "I'll go to the store and order one later."

The fat man took off his apron and said, "Come on, the ones out there are expensive and unhealthy. I'll go buy some eggs and flour and make them myself."

"I can't believe it. When did you acquire this skill?" Wu Xie asked doubtfully, "Brother, you can't make do with your birthday. If you can't make it as good as the ones in the store, you'd better stop now."

"There are still many things you don't know!" The fat man said disdainfully: "Just wait and see."

"You'll know then."