Lan Jia's Han Xiyou

Lan Jia was surprised to see Han Xiyou's house. Don't celebrities usually live in big, big, expensive, and expensive mansions?Han Xiyou's house is really a very ordinary apartment, not even as big as his apartment.But it can be seen that the management here is very strict, which is very important for him as a public figure.

"I'm very poor. Just follow me and prepare to eat soil. Occasionally there is no soil to drink the northwest wind." Han Xiyou walked in front, shaking the hat in his hand, with a lazy look.

Lan Jia was behind him, and said: "It's okay, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon is also very good, and it can live a long life."

Han Xiyou is really speechless, how can you play happily?

After swiping the magnetic card to open the door, the room was pitch black, and Lan Jia could vaguely see the messy things in the room thrown all over the floor, and there was a faint smell of rancidity.

Lan Jia grabbed Han Xiyou's sleeve, pinched his throat and asked, "Is there any strange corpse inside?"

Han Xiyou stopped and took out his mobile phone and suddenly turned around, his messy hair covered his eyes, his long red tongue was still shaking, and the blue-white light of the mobile phone gave off a faint chill.

Lan Jia unhurriedly clenched his hands into fists and put them around his mouth in a state of panic, then blinked his eyes, and said very casually, "Ah! Ghost! Mom!" Then he walked around Han Xiyou towards the window.

After the dark blue curtain was pulled open, there was still a layer of brown inside!After the brown one was pulled apart, there was actually a layer of black inside!

Lan Jia finally understood why the room was so dark, the thick curtains were still dark, and they had three layers!Three floors!Think about the male god must be very hard, so as to ensure the quality of sleep, good job!

The glare of the sun scrambled into the room, and the sight suddenly widened. The socks and panties were thrown all over the floor, and other clothes were everywhere.A guitar that was broken in two was thrown on the floor of the bedroom, and the white staves were scattered all over the place.The kitchen was even more horrific, as soon as the door was opened, a stench rushed into the nostrils, hairy Chinese cabbage, rotten tomatoes, reddish-brown unidentified objects that had flowed out of the refrigerator...

Han Xiyou threw away the luggage and ignored Lan Jia who was looking around, went straight back to the bedroom and fell headlong on the bed.

Lan Jia opened the door of his bedroom and was surprised. The contrast between this place and the outside was so clean and tidy.

"Dare to disturb me to sleep and pluck your hair, I'm serious." Han Xiyou was lying on the bed, his face was buried in the quilt and his expression could not be seen clearly, only the buzzing sound was heard.

"Where to pull it out? Do you use depilatory cream?"

Han Xiyou gritted his teeth and spat out two words with the last bit of meaning, "The whole body."

Lan Jia cheerfully helped him close the door, then went to the living room to find a waste newspaper, folded a small piece of paper and put it on his head, and the cleaning began!

He threw all the clothes thrown outside into the clothes basket and dragged them into the washroom. After sorting them, they stuffed them into the washing machine to set for half an hour, and then went back to clean up the living room. The male god really wanted everything from reading books, like This stick figure tutorial, music theory tutorial, and all kinds of pornographic comics, tsk tsk, omnivorous.

The balcony is very big, and there are many empty flower pots, and there are many dead branches and dried leaves in it. Lan Jia dragged the flower pots to the flower stand on the side, leaving a place for the clothes drying pole, thinking about the day Bring back some seeds.

The washing machine made a beeping sound, and Lan Jia rushed over to press the button. He wasn't afraid of plucking the hair, really, he just didn't want to disturb the male god's sleep.

It took Lan Jia more than two hours just to tidy up the living room, throwing the numbness on the shiny coffee table. Lan Jia rubbed her waist and let out a long sigh of relief. It was finally clean. The other furniture outside the curtains are all in warm colors, and there are some interesting small bookshelf accessories hanging on the wall, although small, it feels very homely.

Han Xiyou felt that he had slept for as long as a century, and all back pains were cured, so it was better to go home.Putting on his slippers and opening the door, he was instantly blinded. He couldn't believe that this was his house. It was even more tidy and clean than when he first moved in. Some furniture moved a bit, and the space seemed bigger. A new feeling.

Han Xiyou looked into the bathroom when he heard the voice, and shouted in surprise, "You! Put it down! Who told you to touch my underwear!"

"Ah?" Lan Jia pointed to the neat row of underwear hanging on the balcony and said, "But I've already finished washing them. God, you have a lot of underwear, more than twenty pairs."

Han Xiyou looked at the underwear that Lan Jia was still rubbing in his hands with a headache and silently closed the door of the bathroom, let him go, let him go.

To be honest, it is not easy for Lan Jia. After living for such a long time, she is delicious and easy to serve every day. When did she wash her underwear, and there are still more than 20 pairs of them? Rubbing red.

Han Xiyou collapsed on the sofa and randomly took a comic from the book box under the coffee table. After reading it for a while, his stomach started to growl.

"Who is that! Cook! I'm hungry!"

Lan Jia washed the foam off his hands, stood in front of Han Xiyou in a daze, still holding the last pair of underwear in his hand, and said solemnly: "My name is Lan Jia, Lan Lan, the guest's Jia, Lan Jia."

Han Xiyou's eyes hurt from being pierced by the underwear in his hand, he quickly waved his hands and said, "Got it, I'm nagging, hurry up and cook."

"Oh, right now, what do you want to eat?" Lan Jia quickly dried the underwear and ran back to Han Xiyou, squatting beside him like a puppy and asked.

"Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chick, roasted goose, braised salted duck, sauced chicken, bacon, pine flower belly..." Han Xiyou looked at him triumphantly after finishing speaking.

Lan Jia stood up and clapped her hands, flung to him five words: "That's amazing, no." Then she turned and went back to the kitchen.

Han Xiyou rolled his eyes and continued to read the manga in his hand, "Cut."

Before the kitchen had time to tidy up, Lan Jia frowned, pinched her nose, quickly opened the window, and carefully stepped over the unknown liquid next to the refrigerator. She was a little nervous, could it be something like dismembering a corpse?

When I walked to the window, I saw that the plug of the refrigerator was lying softly on the ground, three inches away, and there was a plugboard next to it. When I opened the refrigerator, Lan Jia stepped back several steps in an instant, it was like a gas bomb.

Fruits and vegetables rotted all over the refrigerator, and blue, white, gray and black hairs crawled unscrupulously in every corner of the refrigerator. Cold storage is so horrible, and freezing can be imagined.All kinds of meat turned abnormal colors, and blood flowed all over the floor.

Lan Jia probed to the window and took a deep breath, put on gloves and cleaned everything in the refrigerator into garbage bags, and disposed of the broken things on the cooking table.

Fortunately, the tableware was still clean, except for a stainless steel induction cooker on the stove, which was covered with a layer of blackness. Lan Jia touched it with a chopstick, and immediately pulled out a black strand of excellent color. In good health, he decided to throw the pot away.

He really didn't want to see tomorrow's headline that Han Xiyou and his newly recruited life assistant died young due to food poisoning. It was very creepy to think about it.

Lan Jia threw a pile of smelly garbage into the trash can downstairs, but he didn't dare to throw it into the trash can on the floor, otherwise he would be complained tomorrow.

Lan Jia went back and changed clothes and sat on the coffee table and reached out to the person on the sofa, "Money, there is no food at home."

Han Xiyou didn't even squint his eyes, "I don't have any money, I said I'd eat dirt."

"Oh." Lan Jia got up and went to the kitchen to get a spoon, then went to the balcony to bring a flower pot and put it in front of him, and thoughtfully inserted the spoon in, "Eat it."

"You!" Han Xiyou threw the comic book aside and angrily went back to the bedroom to find a card and threw it to him, "Are you retarded? Can soil be eaten?"

Lan Jia grinned and showed a row of small white teeth, "You can do it if you say so." Then he happily moved the flower pot back.

"Then I'm leaving. Sister Qin said that you are not allowed to run around, you just wait for me to come back obediently." Lan Jia shouted in, grabbing the door frame.

Han Xiyou turned over impatiently, and said impatiently: "I know, I know, are you seven years old or eighty? You talk so much."

"I'm happy to talk to you, I'm leaving." Lan Jia closed the door and walked away happily holding a card.