honey has fallen

"Can you stop going to work today?" Yan Buxi actively helped Tang Yun clean up the dishes with one hand.

Tang Yun put the bowl and cup into the basin, squeezed out the dish soap and started rinsing without looking up, "What are you doing?"

Yan Buxi made a plan in his head before going to bed last night, and said grandly: "My hand is disabled, but today is Sunday, and the weekly routines in my game haven't been cleared yet, and the evil spirits haven't been beaten yet, so I want to hire you Do training."

Tang Yun mocked leisurely while washing the dishes. "You burn it purely because you have too much money. I won't do it." Like Yan Buxi, it is very easy to find a free quest among relatives and friends. After all, everyone wants to use the Dashen account to try the physical experience .

"No." Yan Buxi came over, scooped up some foam from the water, and quickly tapped it on the tip of his nose. Tang Yun rubbed it off with the back of his hand in distaste, and repeated every word. "no."

"Who did I hurt my arm for? The glory of the chemistry department is because of someone who can't go to school. The number one god of the gentleman is because of some unconscionable person who lost 40 brands."

The brand is the abbreviation of the player for the item Fuhun card. It is a reward for weekly tasks. There are 40 cards per week. A certain number can be used to exchange for equipment.

Yan didn't like it and shamelessly threw the blame for asking for leave to be a handsome guy on Tang Yun's head.

Tang Yun glanced at him. "What do you want so many cards for? Do you collect all 52 Dou Di Zhu?" Yan Buxi, a master who is equipped with top-quality equipment, doesn't need the cards to exchange for some whiteboard equipment.

"You are such a noble person, you forget things." Yan Buxi wanted to cross his arms to make himself stronger, but he could only give up if he accidentally pulled the wound, and walked in while holding the cooking table with a half smile. "My magical soldier, my ring, was blown away by a bunch of garbled little swordsmen who didn't even take their names." As he said this, the man even acted out, putting on a pose and clutching his chest. "Ah, my heart hurts."

Tang Yun looked at his Shakespearean exaggerated acting indifferently. "Shouldn't you have kidney pain?"

The two pieces of equipment he took away, especially the knife, cost six figures in the Treasure Pavilion, after all, they are god (kidney) weapons.

"So you're thinking about my kidneys." Yan Buxi came over and raised his hand to hug him without hesitation, but Tang Yun slapped him away.

"You are so ruthless." Yan Buxi sighed. "It wasn't like that last night when you sneaked around to change my bandages."

Tang Yun turned around and put the dried bowls and cups into the cupboard. "You are sleepwalking, go and pray to Buddha." After speaking, he turned and left the kitchen.

Yan Buxi dawdled until he went out and didn't leave anyone behind, so he had no choice but to hand over the door card, like a wolfhound whose master went on a trip and was left alone at home, with a sense of misery and unwillingness in his grievance, his eyes seemed like weeping, Reluctantly said: "Come back early, I will wait for you at home."

At this moment, Tang Yun has the idea of ​​sending someone to Beijing Film Academy for further study. If he doesn't like it, if it's only in the entertainment industry, he will definitely be a standard example of scum actors on the screen in the future.

If Yan is not happy, he keeps watching him, watching him, watching him...

Tang Yun turned around and let out a deep breath helplessly. "I'll be back before four o'clock to clear the weekly tasks. You can pick up the evil spirit brochure yourself, and I'll type it for you when I come back."

"Okay!" Tang Yun stepped into the elevator in two or three steps amidst his displeasure and joy, as if he didn't realize that the man's intention of being a drunken man who forced him to sleep was not on drinking.

After Tang Yun left, Yan Buxi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and after a while, the tall figure appeared on the main road of the community, and walked over to the door without haste.

Yan Buxi looked down at that figure's back, and raised his hand to grab it. Tang Yun's figure was cut by the gap between his fingers, and then he showed a faint smile.