Monster Apartment

When Si Yiming opened the door, his expression was not very good.

Zhai Liangjun, a fox, has no merits in his eyes, and he always flatters horses.

Did Qingcai yesterday think that he couldn't see that it was actually leftovers? !

Even if it is untouched, it is still leftovers!

Pixiu's incense has always been strong, and the offerings it receives have never stopped. There are everything in the offerings, and Si Yiming's eyes are very sharp.

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

He even threw the blame on Gu Bai.

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

He, Si Yiming, has seen Gu Bai's soul. It is upright, pure, bright, and gentle. Such a little monster is rare. Si Yiming is always wondering if Gu Bai is the cub of some auspicious beast.

Pixiu used to be a symbol of the army, not to mention his violent temper, and he paid special attention to certain rules. If he added the leftovers of Pixiu to cheating the gods and beasts, Si Yiming didn't have to think about it. The fox is just a beating.

The fox lay half dead on the floor of his house after being beaten, and brought up the matter of the logistics company with incomparable strength.

Si Yiming felt that it was because the fox had been beaten up by him all these years that he was so courageous.

Zhai Liangjun was indeed very bachelor and felt that he would not be beaten to death anyway, so he was very happy to be beaten casually, and he was very happy when he was skinned.

Moreover, Si Yiming was never right about things or people, so he calmed down and listened to what he had to say after beating him up.

Si Yiming looked at the fox and felt a sharp pain in his head: "What are you doing here again?"

"Please eat!" Zhai Liangjun said.

Si Yiming looked at him indifferently, and was about to close the door with his backhand.

"Don't! I didn't invite you! Gu Xiaobai please!" The fox slammed the door, and ran the train with his mouth full, "It's just the little boy opposite you! People are always short of money now, so you should go for a walk in the hut for a couple of minutes." Give him a lot of money."

"Lack of money?" Si Yiming paused.

Di Liangjun nodded: "Yes!"

What a vixen, when Gu Bai carefully asked him about the water, electricity and property fees before, he could see that Gu Bai had no money in his pocket, so he didn't talk nonsense now.

Si Yiming raised his head and glanced at Room 666 across the door, then cast a cold glance at Zhai Liangjun, nodded slightly, and then ruthlessly closed the door.

Mr. Zhai didn't feel Mr. Si's ruthlessness at all.

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

Zhai Liangjun has been unilaterally and very persistently thinking that Si Yiming is a hot-tempered sassy man.

... No, it doesn't seem to be cold on the outside when it explodes at a little bit.

Anyway, he and Huang Yining have been playing around under Si Yiming's nose all day long, and they haven't been mauled to death by a single paw after so many years of jumping around. Type of killer.

No matter what, they were all divine beasts, different from those beasts who would kill if they didn't agree with each other.

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

Mr. Zhai replied a message to Gu Bai happily, went back to his room and opened the medicine box, and quickly wiped the wound with smooth movements, preparing to restore his handsome and suave national husband image.

Gu Bai was standing next to the workbench, holding a pen and a photo to determine the perspective line. After hearing him say that he had a design idea, the brothers threw him in the studio and did not take him out to help.

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

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

Gu Bai was thinking about the composition of the picture when he received two messages on his phone at the same time, one was Zhai Liangjun saying that he was available anytime, and the other was Huang Yining saying that he would not be free for half a month.

Gu Bai thought about it, and decided to treat Mr. Zhai to dinner tonight.

Zhai Liangjun's intestines are full of regret.

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai, who was surprised by his arrival, and then at Zhai Liangjun, who had become listless like a fox, and squinted his eyes.

Not a little courageous.

Fooled him again.

"I didn't expect Mr. Si to come." Gu Bai hurriedly took the disposable slippers, and exposed Zhai Liangjun's lie with a sentence without realizing it, "I thought Mr. Zhai was the only one, and he only prepared a whole chicken feast, do you like it?" What to eat? I'll do it again."

Si Yiming turned his head and glanced at Zhai Liangjun, his eyes were meaningful, the fox's calf trembled, and the wound that had just recovered was aching.

"It's okay, I'll eat everything, I'm here to accompany you today." Si Yiming said to Gu Bai, and entered the room as if nothing had happened.

A pot of chicken soup was hanging in the room, and the aroma had already diffused out, making people's index fingers twitch.

Gu Bai stood at the door, looked at Di Liangjun who was listless, and asked doubtfully, "Mr. Di?"

Mr. Zhai was saddened by it, he had nothing to love in life, his heart was ashamed, he entered Gu Bai's house with his tail between his legs, and spread out on the sofa as soon as he entered, feeling that the heavens had failed him.

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

Facing Si Yiming, although the other party's attitude was very mixed, 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.

Under today's living conditions, most monsters are habitually protecting their cubs. Whether they are their own cubs or not, as long as they are not the type that will bring disaster, they will basically help them when they see them.

These small seedlings are the hope for the future. It is difficult for monsters to cultivate to become fine, and the birth rate is extremely low. It can't compare with the reproduction speed of humans. Over time, protecting the cubs has become a habit.

Including Si Yiming, he would show mercy to those who made mistakes.

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

Gu Bai paused while stirring the chicken, then turned his head, surprised by Si Yiming's question.

Gu Bai was embarrassed: "...Yes, but I already have a job."

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai, thought for a while, walked over, pressed Gu Bai's shoulder, raised his hand to stroke Gu Bai's forehead three times when Gu Bai was in a daze, and then withdrew his hand.

Gu Bai shrank his neck and took two steps back, put the spatula in front of him as a defensive gesture, and even stumbled when he spoke: "Si, Mr. Si?"

Si Yiming explained: "The fire of wealth is bright, and you will get rich."

"Thank...thank you?" Gu Bai nodded blankly, smelling a burnt smell at the tip of his nose, and immediately rushed to rescue the pot of chicken.

When he finished saving, Si Yiming had already left the kitchen.

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

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

Gu Bai thought about it, started this dish, and decided to regard this matter as a blessing BUFF bestowed by financial legends, maybe from now on, wearing BUFF himself will be like a god's help, counting money to the pinnacle of life!

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

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

Not only did Gu Bai feed the two big brothers a whole chicken feast, but because he consciously neglected Si Yiming, Gu Bai baked a bag of small biscuits and made a hurricane cream cake roll for the night. Early in the morning, he knocked on Si Yiming's door and made him breakfast.

——Gu Bai saw that Si Yiming didn't eat spicy dishes at all yesterday, but liked to eat sweet dishes.

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

Mr. Si took this breakfast to his company. As the chairman, there was a rare meeting that required him to attend today. Si Yiming had to spare some time between patrolling the area he was in charge of. to deal with those humans.

But although these human beings are very troublesome, there is still one good thing, that is, the Internet has been developed, so that any existence that enters human society can be traced, and relevant resumes can be quickly found.

While unwrapping the cake roll, Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai's life history.

The resume from kindergarten to university was exhaustive. It also stated that his mother had been lost since childhood, his father's information could not be found, and even his name had been deleted. Looking at this resume, Si Yiming frowned.

The reason for frowning was not because the information on Gu Bai's parents could not be found, but because Si Yiming felt that the information was too detailed.

No monster would leave such a deep mark on human society.

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

...How does this little brat live like a real person.

Which parent is so stupid, don't human beings have the disease of gender cognitive impairment, what if the cub contracted the disease of racial cognitive impairment!

Si Yiming frowned and thought.

Not to warn the little boy not to go out of his body, this parent is simply irresponsible to the extreme!

It's really worrying.

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

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

As for the reward, this cake roll will do.

Or any other desserts would be nice too.

Mr. Si is not picky about sweets.

The author has something to say: Si Yiming: Fuck me.