Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

Mr. Tiger doesn't care if it's popular or not, as long as it's a gift from Zong Jue.

He took off his clothes and was about to change them when he suddenly saw Zong Jue with a strange expression and his eyes fixed on him motionless.

Following his gaze again, Mr. Tiger realized that he was looking at his little brother, and he was immediately overwhelmed with pride.

Ask: "Do you think I have a good figure?"

"is very good……"

Zong Jue's throat was dry and he swallowed.

In all fairness, this man's figure is really first-rate.

Ordinarily, he eats so much meat, his body should have a lot of fat, but on the contrary, his chest and abdominal muscles are very strong, but they are not that kind of obtrusive bulk.

The skin has a healthy wheat color under the sun, and such a figure should only be obtained by frequent gym sessions.

Especially the thing under the crotch, even in deep sleep, its shape is thick enough, and he couldn't help but think of some scenes on the mountain again.

But...while being overwhelmed by the beauty of this figure, he also found it funny and asked, "Don't you even wear underwear?"

"What? I still have to wear..."

Mr. Tiger wanted to ask—what?Still wearing underwear?

After all, he wasn't too stupid, and changed his words to - "I didn't bring any underwear, can you lend me?"

Zong Jue's entire face was wrinkled, and he didn't know what to say in the face of such a person without common sense.

I want to say that there is a small shop within 100 meters of going out, you can go to buy it, but seeing the pitiful expression of the man, I can't say that.

Sighing, he found out a new set of underwear and handed it to him.

"Give it to you, no need to pay back."

"Thank you, I'll pay you back later."

"No, it's all cheap."

"What you want, what you want, the most terrible thing in this world is being in debt."

Mr. Tiger put on his underwear while talking, but fortunately, they were all loose-fitting, and he could barely wear them.

After he was finished, he put on the Tang suit, which fit him well.

Mr. Tiger ran to the mirror and took photos over and over again. The more he looked, the more satisfied he was, and he rolled up his cuffs like he did in the TV series.

The cuffs were embroidered with a circle of gold thread, and the patterns looked very similar to those talismans on the wall. He snorted and raised his hand to look curiously.

Seeing his reaction, Zong Jue was very nervous, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, I think this thread is pretty, and it has this smell."

He sniffed at his clothes, which smelled of sandalwood or something else.

It has a very special smell, as if my husband has used it before, yes, it is the kind of incense that comes out of the incense burner...

To make sure he was right, he sniffed again.

Zong Jue said, "Maybe it's the smell of mothballs. After my father passed away, things haven't been touched. If you hate them, just replace them."

"It's okay, I like it."

"real?"

"Uh-huh!"

In order to prove that what he said was true, Mr. Tiger nodded vigorously.

Zong Jue didn't insist anymore, and went to the study to fiddle with the computer for a while.

Mr. Tiger followed to look at the screen. He was not interested in those messy curves again, so he stood aside and started fiddling with his clothes.

Zong Jue saw that a big man always likes to do some cute little moves, which made him laugh, and couldn't help but wonder about his origin.

He slid the mouse to click buy and sell, deliberately said: "Fortunately, you are not going to borrow money from me, and I will definitely not borrow money."

"Why?"

"Because...someone used my feelings for him to borrow money from me before, and I will never lend money to anyone from now on."

"Who is so bad? I'll kill him with a lightning strike!"

With Tiger's simple thinking, he only thought of Chen Fengyang, and he hated this love rival who didn't even show his face.

The murderous aura emanating from his body imperceptibly affected Zong Jue, and his smile froze.

Mr. Tiger immediately realized his problem, and hurriedly said: "Uh, I... this is my mantra, just say it casually."

"I know, how could you really strike lightning?"

Zong Jue smiled, thinking that the sudden coldness just now was because he was too sensitive.

After watching the stock market, he said, "I have to start work today. I'm going to buy ingredients. You should also go to work."

"I'm not busy."

The tiger followed Zong Jue downstairs like a little follower, and said, "You want to buy a lot, I'll help you. Your waist is not fully healed yet, so you can't stand it."

"It's okay, the place I'm going to is very close, you'd better go and do some shopping, don't have no underwear tomorrow."

"Then I'll go shopping in the afternoon. I'll help you buy things first."

Usually, if a person's thinking is simple, then his personality will be very stubborn, and Mr. Tiger is no exception. Zong Jue can't say anything about him, so he has to let him go.

Zong Jue drove to the vegetable market, bought the ingredients he needed, and then went to the butcher shop to choose meat and ribs according to his needs.

Mr. Tiger followed. In the past, when he saw the meat on the shelf, his eyes would have brightened.

Now I actually feel that raw meat is nothing more than that, not as attractive as Zong Jue.

The butcher shop owner put all the things Zong Jue had picked into boxes and was about to move them to the pickup truck.

Mr. Tiger took the first step, stacked several boxes together, and easily put them into the truck.

The boss said to Zong Jue: "You guys are quite capable."

Zong Jue wanted to explain, but Mr. Tiger ran back and said to the butcher shop owner, "My name is Zong Kui, and I have the same surname as my boss. I will come here often in the future. Please take care of me."

"You are relatives, no wonder you are wearing old Zongtou's clothes."

The boss saw that Mr. Tiger was very pleasing to the eye, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Take care of each other."

Zong Jue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and felt that the more he explained this kind of thing, the more troublesome he was, so he dealt with it a few words, and pulled Mr. Tiger away.

On the way, Zong Jue drove the car and secretly observed Zong Kui.

Zong Kui sat in the passenger seat, and he didn't seem very comfortable. He either grabbed his hair, rubbed his neck, or stroked his waist, looking as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

He was a little worried, thinking that this man had no malice, and whether he had gone too far in doing that.

When he got home, Mr. Tiger scrambled to bring down the ingredients, and moved boxes to the cooking room.

He does things quite quickly, but his movements are a bit weird, as if he is uncomfortable, walking with the box in his arms, rubbing his waist from time to time.

Zong Jue finally couldn't bear it any longer and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"yes."

"where!?"

"The underpants are a little tight, my little brother is strangled uncomfortably."

Mr. Tiger twisted his waist, Zong Jue was speechless, and felt that he was an idiot for worrying about him.

Mr. Tiger didn't wink, and said blatantly: "I can't free my hand, why don't you help me catch it."

Zong Jue sneered, if these words were used in the workplace, it would be nothing but sexual harassment.

This guy actually dared to say it outright. In a sense, he admired this guy's courage.

He walked to the kitchen counter, picked up a kitchen knife and measured it, then smiled at Mr. Tiger and said, "Why don't you cut it, it won't hurt you."

A bright cold light flashed, and Mr. Tiger trembled in fright.

Zong Jue is obviously an ordinary person, but this moment actually made him feel terrified, he took two steps back, and said with a dry smile, "I, I was joking."

"I was joking too."

After Zong Jue finished speaking, his smile faded, and he shouted, "Do something!"

The kitchen knife slammed on the cutting board, making a bang, and Mr. Tiger's heart jumped up and down twice, obediently putting all the boxes in the place he designated.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure it out—why he was afraid of a human being, and it was a very weak human being.

Probably this is the so-called one thing down one thing, in short, seeing that Zong Jue was unhappy, Mr. Tiger didn't dare to be presumptuous.

After everything was done, he put his hands vertically on the seams of his trousers, and stood beside him like a primary school student standing at attention.

Seeing him like that, Zong Jue thought it was funny, and said, "I don't have anything to do here, so go and do your work."

"Let me help you, you move your mouth and I will do it."

"No, my family's jerky is an exclusive secret recipe, and the recipe cannot be disclosed to outsiders."

Damn, he treats Zong Jue as his lover, and Zong Jue treats him as an outsider. Could reality be so cruel!

Mr. Tiger thought indignantly, and asked, "The jerky will take a long time to finish?"

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