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He Jiaze said: "I appreciate your hypocrisy, but the review is not worth a lot of money, but if you die in the line of duty, your survivors can get a large pension."

Mu Sheng opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. He Jiaze didn't run to the back seat, but walked around to the other side to sit in the co-pilot, and continued, "So... are your parents still alive?"

The car started and drove away from the parking lot, Mu Sheng said: "My family has been dead since I can remember."

Looking at the scenery outside the window, He Jiaze nodded without any surprise: "Well, it's expected." Not only did the people he dated die young, but his parents also died young, and he said, "You How many insurances have you bought for yourself?"

Mu Sheng turned to look at him: "What?"

He Jiaze said: "Being my boyfriend has a high mortality rate, much more dangerous than performing your mission, so if you die, there is a 90.00% chance that it is my fault. My dad stopped my pocket money, understand Do I mean?"

Mu Sheng understood: "I will change the designated survivor and beneficiary to you tomorrow."

He Jiaze asked casually, "Then who did you fill in before?"

A Mu Sheng didn't speak: "..."

He Jiaze said: "I'll just guess casually, is it your reincarnation?"

Mu Sheng raised his hand to unbutton his collar, and said with a dry smile, "There is no such thing as reincarnation."

He Jiaze said jokingly: "You also know that I like to engage in feudal superstition. Since there is no other more suitable candidate than me, I am very happy to inherit all your property after your death."

Since certain dishes in He Jiaze's tomorrow's menu require marinating the ingredients in advance, Mu Sheng got home and sat watching He Jiaze play games for a while, then got up and went into the kitchen.

He Jiaze, who was lying on the sofa, paused the game, and followed closely behind.

Normally He Jiaze would be kicked out of the kitchen in the event of a fire, but now Mu Sheng just needs to wash some things and sprinkle seasonings on them so that there will be no oily smoke. He Jiaze has no problem with watching.

Rather than saying that he has no objection, it would be better to say that He Jiaze would be very happy to be by his side.

Mu Sheng rolled up his cuffs above his wrists, and he was doing preparations in an orderly manner. He was like a moving statue, and doing these chores was like an act of art. No matter his appearance or behavior, he was pleasing to the eye.

Just like any of He Jiaze's previous ex-boyfriends, for a beauty admirer, a lover's high-quality appearance is equivalent to a panacea in life. Whether he is sad, angry or extremely angry, look at him Just looking at their faces will make you feel better.

He Jiaze stood by Mu Sheng's side with arms folded, focusing on the knife board. He only felt that the way and speed of cutting meat were exactly the same as what he saw in a kitchen crowd in his memory. It seemed a coincidence. One more knife to add to the list.

At night, He Jiaze quickly fell asleep after expending too much physical strength and energy today.

Outside the closed floor-to-ceiling windows, a tall and straight figure like green bamboo stood on the balcony. Mu Sheng held his mobile phone in one hand and put it in his trousers pocket. Did I burn my living expenses? This sentence is void." His small coffers were about to be emptied out.

A man's deep voice came from the receiver, and he said in an ecstatic tone: "I have been worried about stopping your living expenses and being discovered by those old things. It seems that Jesus heard my prayer."

Mu Sheng frowned: "Do you believe in Jesus?"

The other party: "The person the Jade Emperor hates is my belief. When will you want it? You will confiscate the living expenses for these few months, and I will burn them all for you."

Mu Sheng said, "You don't have to do this. According to human standards, I'm already an adult."

"The longest-lived person in the world is only around a hundred years old. Measured according to the ratio of human life span to growth stage, if you convert it, I have to burn you an extra share of milk powder money." The person on the other end of the phone paused, He added: "Or I should hire you a nanny directly."

Mu Sheng: "..." She was so angry that she shed her skin.

Since He Jiaze had weekends and Saturdays, Mu Sheng also adjusted his weekly rest to these two days. Yesterday they stayed home all day, but today was the opposite. The two of them planted mushrooms together at home.

He Jiaze just finished playing a game he likes, and felt extremely empty inside. He simply turned to a romantic comedy that has become popular recently. It seems that this series with a modern urban background has a bit of fantasy.

"Last year, there was a TV series with a similar theme. It seems that falling in love with monsters has been very popular in the past two years." He Jiaze commented, biting the straw candy, "The wind direction has changed too quickly. Before that, the stories I watched before Monsters or ghosts suck people's energy, and monsters will have a short life in different ways."

Hearing this, Mu Sheng, who was peeling peas, stopped what he was doing, and suddenly became excited: "Whoever said that monsters will definitely harm people, is there a clear rule that monsters must do this?"

He Jiaze was startled by his sudden strangeness: "Who allowed you to speak to me so loudly all of a sudden?"

Mu Sheng lowered his voice a lot: "...I hate feudal superstition."

He Jiaze: "Are you a monster? Is it necessary to be so excited?"

"I'm not." Mu Sheng picked up the bowl full of green beans and stood up, "I'm going to cook."

He Jiaze originally wanted to follow up in the kitchen and circle around Mu Sheng, but after Mu Sheng put down the bowl in his hand, the first thing he did was to drive He Jiaze out of the kitchen.

After being kicked out of the kitchen, He Jiaze waited in the living room for Mu Sheng's food with dissatisfaction.When it was nearly twelve o'clock, He Jiaze was sitting in front of the table, leaning his elbows on the table, crossing his hands and resting his chin on the back of his hands, his eyes swept over the plates on the table one by one, and then turned his head to look at the person who came out of the kitchen. Mu Sheng.

Mu Sheng put the two bowls of rice on both sides of the table. As soon as he sat down, He Jiaze stood up, picked up his own bowl of rice, walked to the seat next to him and sat down.

Seeing Mu Sheng turning his head and looking at him suspiciously, He Jiaze said, "What are you looking at? I'm not sitting on your lap."

Mu Sheng said, "I'm used to you lying on my body when you sleep, and I don't mind sitting on my body when you eat."

Before eating, He Jiaze had already rated the dishes on the table in terms of the color and aroma of the dishes, and he couldn't find any difference except that the dishes were different from the ones he used before.

The next thing is the taste, He Jiaze picked up the chopsticks, took a deep breath, and felt for the first time that even eating a meal required courage.

The number of times Mu Sheng picks up vegetables will not make people think that there are very few things, but after careful observation, you will find that there are not many things that fall into his bowl.Without paying special attention to this, usually no one will notice it.Moreover, he eats slowly and in small amounts, and all he puts into his mouth are four or five grains of rice.

It's like he doesn't want to eat, but he doesn't want the people who share the meal to lose interest because of him.Judging from Mu Sheng's acting skills, he should have practiced this skill for a long time.

He Jiaze first used chopsticks for each dish, and every time he tasted a dish, he was more sure of his guess. For a while, he had mixed feelings in his heart. He put down his chopsticks, frowned and sat without saying a word .

Mu Sheng asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

He Jiaze turned his head so that Mu Sheng could see the blush at the end of his eyes. After a while, he picked up another piece of fish, and while eating the fish, he glanced at Mu Sheng.

He looked like he was about to cry, and immediately made Mu Sheng flustered, but he didn't know the reason, and guessed the possibility at a loss: "Is it because these dishes are not to your liking, or did you get stabbed by a fishbone?"

He Jiaze took a deep breath: "I've been stabbed." He picked up the bowl and picked up two mouthfuls of rice, and said vaguely, "It's stabbed in the heart."

Mu Sheng: "...?"

He Jiaze swept away the contents of the bowl like a wind and cloud, and ended the meal.

He pushed the seat away and got up, "I'm going to take a nap."

It was the same at night, Mu Sheng was at a loss, unable to figure out what was going on with He Jiaze.

The sun was setting, the western mountains were bright and the moon was changing. He Jiaze felt suffocated not long after he fell asleep, as if he was entangled by trees and vines and couldn't break free. He woke up from a nightmare, but the strength that restrained him did not disappear because of this.

The quilt was obviously raised, as if something was hidden under it, and Mu Sheng, who was supposed to be sleeping next to him, was nowhere to be seen.

From the corner of his eye, He Jiaze saw a flash of spiritual light beside the bed. He turned sideways and only had time to see what looked like a huge tail extending from the quilt and hanging down the edge of the bed. The flash he saw just now was moonlight falling on those translucent scales when the reflection.

Just one glance, and before he could take a closer look, the big tail swished into the quilt.

Unprepared, He Jiaze was frightened, he sat up in a jerk and got off the bed, pulling the corner of the quilt to throw it off.

There was no tail, and there was only Mu Sheng sleeping under the quilt for some unknown reason. He seemed to be awakened by the cold air, and suddenly opened his eyes, looking at He Jiaze who was standing by the bed and clutching the quilt for no apparent reason.

Mu Sheng asked, "What are you doing?"

With a dazed expression, He Jiaze mumbled out two words: "Tail?"

Mu Sheng said: "Your brain is full of snakes, you are sleepy and misread."

As if waking up from a dream, He Jiaze folded his arms around his chest and said, "I didn't say that what I saw was a snake's tail."

"Oh." Mu Sheng sat up and turned to look at him: "I probably heard wrong."

He Jiaze: "..." It's hard to describe in words, no wonder Mu Sheng's reaction was so intense while watching TV today.

Recalling the snake skin and scales he found before Yan Ji and Xue Chi died, it seems that his previous guess was wrong. It was not a ghost who came back from a dead body, but a painted skin of a monster.

Mu Sheng pretended to be calm and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table. The screen of the mobile phone gave off a thin light. Mu Sheng said, "It's getting closer, don't stand there stupidly."

He Jiaze threw the quilt back on the bed when he heard the words, but Mu Sheng's cell phone rang at this moment, and He Jiaze lay back in his original position to listen to Mu Sheng's phone call.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Sheng reached for his clothes and said in his shirt, "I have an urgent matter to deal with, I have to go out."

He Jiaze said, "Okay."

When Mu Sheng put on his clothes and got out of bed, He Jiaze grabbed his clothes again and asked, "Are you back?"

After a long silence, Mu Sheng said, "I'll be back as soon as you sleep."

When He Jiaze heard the words, he automatically translated it as Liangliang in his heart, he let go of his hand, and casually threw out three words: "As you please." For the sake of the change of survivors and beneficiaries, he died with a generous burial.

With his hands retracted under the quilt, He Jiaze turned over to find a comfortable position, closed his eyes and prepared to continue sleeping, then yawned and said, "Heat up tomorrow's breakfast for me."

Mu Sheng left quietly, and He Jiaze felt that he probably would not come back again.

Not long after he fell asleep, he heard the doorbell ringing from outside the bedroom. He Jiaze didn't want to get up and open the door at all. Anyone who could make him give up his sleep to open the door knew the code of his door lock, but the doorbell kept ringing, and everyone There is a posture that if you don't open the door, I will ring until dawn.

He Jiaze was depressed, opened his sleepy eyes, got up and got out of bed and left the bedroom.

On the way to the entrance, He Jiaze thought to himself, if the person standing outside the door said the phrase 'I'll be back as soon as you sleep', he would blow his snake's head off. He turned on the light in the entrance, and then To identify who the visitor is.

On the display screen, a woman was standing outside his house, with anxiety written all over her face, frantically poking his finger at the doorbell button. He Jiaze felt familiar, and stood in front of the display for a while before remembering who she was—— The female neighbor who lives next door.

It was obvious that he was frightened, and he didn't know what trouble was involved.

He Jiaze took it for granted that the other party did not pose any threat, he opened the door, the woman outside the door bumped into him immediately after seeing him, he was forced to accept the warm hug from the neighbor, he was a little afraid that the man next door saw this In one scene, a knife will come out and cut him.

"Thank you...thank you!" The woman was overly frightened and emotionally agitated. She said thank you just now and suddenly raised her voice: "Help me, you must save me, save me!"

He Jiaze took two steps back, trying to push her away: "I really want to help you, so let go first, it's not good for your boyfriend or mine to see."

The woman suddenly fell to the ground when she heard the words, covered her face and burst into tears: "He's dead——!"

He Jiaze was surprised, and helped her up from the ground: "How do you know he's dead?"

The woman was helped into the living room by him, sobbing and saying: "I, I saw it, he was so...so sudden."

"Calm down, do you drink Galego? Or Coke?" He Jiaze comforted her.

The neighbor wiped away his tears and gave him a grateful look: "Coke...I want iced ones, thank you."

He Jiaze opened the refrigerator and took out a can of Coke. After thinking for a while, he took out the ice tray in the freezer, and took a glass on the dining table together.

He put the ice tray, ice coke and cup on the coffee table: "If you think it's not ice enough, you can add ice cubes yourself. I'm sorry to scare you, but believe me, what you see is not what you think. Yes... where did you see it?"

In order to make the conversation less tense, He Jiaze turned on the TV, and a comedy background sound could at least ease the atmosphere.

Neighbor: "Thank you for comforting me, I really regret that I didn't listen to your advice that day... It's in my house, and his body is still there."

He Jiaze raised his brows in confusion and asked, "Why did my boyfriend show up at your house?"

The neighbor was confused: "Your boyfriend never showed up."

He Jiaze suddenly realized: "Oh, then who are you talking about? Who died?"

The woman said: "My boyfriend, you met that day."

He Jiaze understood, nodded his head indifferently and said, "What a coincidence, my boyfriend should be dead too."