Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

After Chi Xiaochi wrote down the phone numbers of these people, he was ready to go to sleep.

Before going to bed, Chi Xiaochi made a speech to 061: "The body is the capital of the revolution, I am going to save my wife's capital, good night."

061 laughed: "Good night."

Chi Xiaochi said: "That's right, withdraw your shielding energy."

061: "...Huh?"

He closed his eyes and said, "Zhou Kai will be back in two days. In the state of a patient with a fracture, I can only act out the shape without makeup. To act like a god, I have to be real."

"Aren't you afraid of pain?"

"I was kicked and broke my ribs when I was filming a martial arts show before, so I have experience. This kind of pain is the pain at that time. Shen Changqing has been recuperating for six or seven days. As long as he doesn't move around, he won't hurt."

After hearing the reason given by Chi Xiaochi, 061 laughed: "...you don't have to worry about me."

Chi Xiaochi didn't move. After a while, he closed his eyes and smiled.

Having been with Chi Xiaochi for a while, 061 can't say he has a complete understanding of Chi Xiaochi, but he can roughly guess what he is thinking.

Chi Xiaochi has researched all the skill cards in the warehouse for a long time, and even made a classification for all the cards according to their functions and practicability.

And according to his observation ability, it is impossible not to notice that the painless buff function card that can block the pain is the same as the hypnosis card, and it needs to be exchanged for points to use.

In other words, 061 shielded Chi Xiaochi from pain, consuming his own energy.

061 smiled and said, "...just treat me as solar energy."

Chi Xiaochi yawned exaggeratedly, pulled up the quilt, and interrupted him: "Ah, Mr. Solar Energy, I'm going to sleep."

061 was so teased that he took out a book and read poems for him.

Half an hour later, Chi Xiaochi hugged the quilt and fell asleep soundly.

For a patient with a fracture, the quilt was a bit too thick, and it happened that in the middle of the night, the central air conditioner stopped, and water dripped from the air conditioner outlet.

As soon as the air-conditioning in the room dissipated, Chi Xiaochi couldn't stand the heat, and kicked the quilt off three times.

061: "..." Alas.

A moment later, a young man in white and black trousers stood still in the room, picked up the quilt from the ground, piled it aside first, then stood in front of the air outlet of the air conditioner, and put his palm on it.

Fluorescent white light poured out from the palm of the hand and extended into the air outlet. The dim light quickly recorded the huge and complicated circuit network of the entire air-conditioning system, and quickly started troubleshooting and repairing.

About 1 minute later, the system resumed operation, and cold air gushed out, forming a wet mist on his palm.

He withdrew his hand, walked back to the bed, and tucked the quilt back for Chi Xiaochi.

Shen Changqing can catch Zhou Kai's eyes and is qualified to be his "decoration". Naturally, his face is very good, but three years of torture made this 26-year-old young man used to frowning in his sleep.

061 sat sideways on the side of the bed, kept a safe distance from Chi Xiaochi in a gentlemanly manner, hung his hand directly above his chest, and quietly repaired the broken bones in his body with his own energy.

He turned his eyes and found a corner of paper protruding from under the pillow.

He took it out and saw that it was a colored selfie.Obviously it was photographed with a mobile phone, then uploaded to the computer, and printed in color on A4 paper.

061 can't imagine what kind of situation Shen Changqing was under, hiding from several pairs of eyes that were watching him all the time, turning on the computer that was forbidden to him, and nervously developing this photo amidst the screeching sound of the printer. .

His heartbeat probably won't drop below one hundred and eight the whole time.

But Shen Changqing in the photo is smiling happily. He is hugging Help's neck and laying on the grass. The sun is just right and the temperature is just right. There are no other extra people, only him and his Help.

After he printed this photo, he kept it close to his body and hid it in his pillow when he slept, carefully caring for this rare warm memory that belonged to him and lived in hell for three years.

Seeing the Labrador with its tongue sticking out, 061's profile picture was squeezed violently by a hand, and the originally fairly stable data flow suddenly became a mess, and error messages popped up one after another, making him dizzy dazzled.

The photo fell to the ground.

061 held onto the edge of the bed, trying to stabilize his breath.

When he was first formatted, the data flow was quite unstable, and similar error reports always occurred.

There are often bits and pieces of information running through his mind, but there is neither antecedent nor consequence, and even just fragments of a few seconds, and it is impossible to spell out even a complete paragraph.

061 was very disturbed by these fragments, and once asked 023 if there was any way to deal with this situation.

023 tapped the game console and said, you are now a machine.A machine that has no faults can't be cured once; if it can't be cured, just knock a few more times.

At that time, 061 only thought of 023 as a joke: "You think I'm a TV set."

Thinking of this proposal now, 061 thought it might as well try it.

061 raised his hand and said to himself, "It's true."

After finishing speaking, he clenched his fist and lightly chiseled his temple twice.

I don't know if it is really effective, but the mixed image in front of his eyes has changed from virtual to real, and a clean little yellow dog appeared, wagging its tail at him.

He heard a teenager calling the dog's name, the voice sounded a bit like his own: "Bai Bu, come here."

The puppy twitched its wet black nose, and ran towards him wagging its head and tail.

Another young boy's lively voice sounded next to him: "Hey, there are still people standing here, just kiss him and not me, do you have a conscience?"

At the same time, Chi Xiaochi also dreamed about the same dog.

But unlike the dog in 061's memory fragment, it was a dirty puppy with rotten eyes.

It was mid-afternoon, when the power of the scorching sun was about to run out.Chi Xiaochi held a cheap chocolate cone and followed Lou Ying while licking it.

Lou Ying looked at him for a while, then pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Can you eat well? Lick it back and forth."

Chi Xiaochi didn't listen, and pretended to lick the cone in Lou Ying's hand. He turned his head and saw a limp little yellow dog at the base of the wall. Yes, the eyelids were thickly covered with gum, and looked dirty and pitiful.

Chi Xiaochi ran over and noticed that it still had a slightly undulating belly: "Oh, it's still alive."

Regardless of Bingya, he swallowed the cone two or three times, clapped his hands and was about to pick up the dog, when Lou Ying patted him on the shoulder and handed him the cone with only the egg roll left.

"Help me eat it. Chocolate is a bit greasy." Lou Ying knelt down and rolled up her sleeves, "...I'll do it."

Chi Xiaochi also squatted next to Lou Ying, eating a crispy and sweet egg roll, watching Lou Ying gently stroking the sick puppy: "How is it?"

"The body is convulsing, it is too sick." Lou Ying said, "Let's find a hospital for it."

Chi Xiaochi said: "Okay. I remember that there is a pet hospital just around the corner when you go west. But I think the asking price is quite expensive. Do you have money?"

Lou Ying: "Yes."

Chi Xiaochi was unavoidably surprised: "You can really make money picking up scraps?"

Lou Ying smiled: "Some waste products are not considered waste. After repairing them, they can be sold as second-hand."

He took off his clothes, wrapped the puppy's trembling body, and pointed to the cone in Chi Xiaochi's hand with his eyes: "...otherwise, why would I treat you to such a good ice cream."

That dream tasted like chocolate.

After waking up, Chi Xiaochi still had a faint scent of chocolate mixed with egg rolls in his mouth.

When he woke up, the bedroom was empty and it was still dark outside.

But Chi Xiaochi soon discovered that there was something extra in the warehouse in the lower right corner of his data screen.

Chi Xiaochi opened the warehouse and saw that it was a piece of folded color printing paper.

061, who had returned to his body, said softly: "...This is Shen Changqing's treasure. I found it under his pillow. It's not safe for him to hide like this, and he will be discovered sooner or later."

Chi Xiaochi was silent.

He remembered that there was indeed such a passage in Shen Changqing's memory.

About a month after Help left home to heal his injuries, Shen Changqing's precious photos were lost.

He searched in the room in a panic, searching all the pillows and bedding, pockets, but he couldn't find his photo.

He suspected that Zhou Kai or some servant took it away, but he didn't have the courage to ask, so he sat on the bed and shed tears for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom to wash away the tears, for fear that Zhou Kai would catch him and find him again bad luck.

But 061 and Chi Xiaochi, who had read all the messages on the world line, knew that it was Zhou Kai, a wicked and smoldering bastard who did it.

At that time, he turned on the surveillance camera in Shen Changqing's bedroom, admiring Shen Changqing's appearance of searching every corner while suppressing tears, he clapped his hands and laughed with great interest.

061 said: "That's not the way. I think it's safer to simply digitize the photos and put them in the panel of your backpack first, then take them out when needed."

Chi Xiaochi nodded: "Just let it go, I have raised dogs too, and I know that the relationship between dogs and people is sometimes stronger than that between people."

061 somehow remembered the blind little yellow dog named "Bui Bui" that appeared in his mind for no reason. His heart moved slightly, and he asked, "What's the name of that dog?"

Chi Xiaochi simply said: "Dog meat, sometimes it gets into trouble and it is called hot pot."

061:"……"

Chi Xiaochi was confident and confident: "It's easy to make a living with a low reputation. Don't say it, it's quite smart. When I called hot pot later, it knew it was wrong, and it would take the initiative to squat in a corner to reflect."

061 doesn’t remember that Chi Xiaochi mentioned his dog in public, but in some tabloid news, some paparazzi caught pictures of him walking his dog, but the picture was too blurry to tell what breed it was.

"What breed of dog do you have?"

Chi Xiaochi said: "I don't like to talk about breed-only theory. Dogs belong to nobles, but people don't necessarily belong to nobles. Just the Chinese garden dog, which was picked up on the side of the main road. When I first picked it up, it was small and sick. Yes, it got better later, and I lived my whole life in good health, free from illness and disaster."

Chi Xiaochi's tone was quite flat: "I kept it until I died of old age last year. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty lucky, otherwise, as I am now half dead, no one feeds it, and it should be owed, go to the refrigerator Steal my ice cream and eat it."

When he said this, he complained with his mouth, but his eyes were extraordinarily soft.

Probably because he just woke up early in the morning, his expression was still a little sleepy, his hair was a little messy, and he was leaning crookedly on the soft pillow, very childish.

061 looked at him like this, he felt funny and cute.

After Chi Xiaochi was served by the servants and finished washing, and had breakfast, the familiar look of 061 was added to his eyes.

After dinner, Shen Changqing enjoyed a period of time watching TV in the living room.

Several experts' talks were broadcast on TV, discussing that racial discrimination still exists in today's highly civilized society. Chi Xiaochi listened casually, but focused on the phone.

If he was not mistaken, someone would want to chat with him.

Sure enough, after Chi Xiaochi sat on the sofa for nearly 20 minutes, the landline at home rang.

Yi Song answered the call.

If you want to compare, Shen Changqing enjoys a much "better" treatment than his predecessor Su Wenyi.

Because he is sensible, doesn't cause trouble, keeps himself safe, and does everything Zhou Kai orders him to do, Shen Changqing is beaten less, and the favorability value of 45 is more telling.

At first, Zhou Kai deliberately tested him and offered Shen Changqing the opportunity to ask for help, but Shen Changqing voluntarily gave up.

Therefore, Shen Changqing has a higher degree of freedom. As "Zhou Kai's partner", he can answer and make some filtered phone calls and chat, which can be used as an external window to show the Zhou family's good family atmosphere.

Obviously, the current callers are the ones who have been carefully filtered and approved.

Yi Song handed the phone to Chi Xiaochi: "It's Mr. Sam."

Chi Xiaochi nodded and took it over: "Hello."

Sam's tone sounded a little tired: "Mr. Shen, it's me, Sam. Mr. Zhou fainted suddenly while attending the meeting. I originally wanted to inform you of this as soon as possible, but after the accident, based on Toronto time, you probably already passed out." After resting, Mr. Zhou’s condition is not very serious, and he came back to life soon. His condition is stable now. But I still don’t feel at ease. I asked the doctor to do a comprehensive examination, and the ticket to return to China has been changed. Please don’t be too worried. Worry."

"Ah..." On the other side of the phone, Shen Changqing's voice dragged on, unable to tell whether it was worry or other emotions, "How is he now?" The tone fit the anxiety that a qualified partner should have.

Sam said, "Mr. Zhou is still sleeping."

Chi Xiaochi said: "Thank you for your hard work. When Mr. Zhou wakes up, he will definitely contact me."

Sam said "You're welcome", and then said calmly: "Now the doctor is asking me about Mr. Zhou's medical history. Mr. Zhou doesn't want to mention it, saying that he is in good health, but I'm afraid he is hiding his illness..."

Yi Song stood beside Chi Xiaochi, silently listening to the conversation between Chi Xiaochi and Sam.

Holding the receiver, Chi Xiaochi pondered for a moment, as if after careful consideration, he opened his mouth and said: "Mr. Zhou is in good health. It's just that he doesn't rest very well, and occasionally forgets some things, such as where the car keys are. But he is not It's normal for a young man in his 30s, isn't it?"