Monopolize me, let me stay at home [Transmigration Book]

When Youyou came back to his senses, Shang Fan had already let go of his wrist, consciously put away the bowls and chopsticks, and wiped the table clean.

When Shang Fan turned around again, wearing a black apron around his waist, and standing in front of the sink washing dishes, Youyou's eyes followed him, hanging above Shang Wen's head like a thin thread.

He repeatedly confirmed, staring at the line of words repeatedly, it was true that the blackening value became 90.

Not 99.5, not 98, it is a very beautiful integer, pleasing to the eye.

"uncle."

"Ah."

He yelled inexplicably, not sure if it was because he was busy, Shang Fan just hummed, as if there was some tacit understanding between the two, he didn't ask him what he wanted to say, and he didn't find him strange.

Uncle looks pretty good wearing an apron, there is a kind of cute contrast, ah, even if this figure only wears an apron...

Youyou suddenly woke up.

His uncle is doing the dishes!

When he realized this, he rushed over without even thinking about it, wanting to grab the job, "Uncle! Uncle, let me come, I'll be fine. I'm already eating at home, if I don't even do the housework It's so useless!"

Shang Fan wanted to say that it was all right, and it wasn't that he couldn't do it, but before he could say it, the little hand stretched out from the side grabbed the plate in his hand.

Through the thin sleeves, his arms touched his arms, but his fingers didn't touch his fingers, but the white foam rubbed past his hands, sticking to Youyou's hands in a mess.Countless tiny air bubbles shattered, and more bubbles emerged, and then turned into a moist and smooth liquid, dripping from the palms of the two of them.

The faucet was still on, maybe he was thinking too much today, and accidentally squeezed too much dish soap after rinsing, which caused the mess in the sink to be like this.

Then Youyou turned on the faucet, and the cool water instantly washed away the whiteness between his fingers, "Uncle, you are very busy working overtime every day, go do your business, leave this to me..."

Shang Fan didn't speak, he thought he didn't need to compete for housework, he lowered his head and saw the apron on his waist, and You You's clothes that were washed white - there was only one apron here, no spare - he Reaching behind his back subconsciously, he pulled the loose buckle and wet the strap of the apron.

Seeing his movement, Youyou turned sideways in coordination, and wanted to reach out, but his hand was wet and white - it was dirty, and he couldn't touch the apron, and he couldn't wear it by himself. His hand waved hesitantly in the air , "Uncle, wait for me..."

The child's hands are washing the dishes, which is inconvenient, but his hands have just been rinsed, and this apron can be tied on for him.

Shang Fan took the apron, shook it out, and handed it out, a conditioned reflex, an action made without careful consideration, and stopped at the beginning.

He suddenly frowned, changed the direction of his outstretched hand, hung the apron aside, turned his head and left.

That's not right, something is out of the ordinary.

Youyou didn't respond at all, he was slow enough, and his mind was simple enough, in his cognition, Shang Fan should put the apron aside, turn his head and leave without turning back, and without any fluctuation in expression.He wiped his hands before pulling the apron around his waist and continuing to wash the dishes, which would help him keep his clothes from getting dirty.

With the apron, Youyou's mood easily improved again, although it was only a little bit better, not more or less, enough for him to start humming with his nose, but not enough for him to sing words or beat any beat.

There is only one melody, which is brisk, sweet, and somewhat insanely heartless.

He knew the words himself, he read them all in his head at the same time, and gave System 100 a magic sound to fill his brain, and he was forced to go offline.

It is a song in a foreign language, which translates to roughly the cry of a fox.

After he finished washing the pots and pans, cleaned up the stove, and the humming time was over, he wiped his fingers, and he was ready for supper again.

But the only things that can be made for supper at home are cola, juice, and a few fruits.

He sighed, his eyelids drooped, and he saw the door of the room.

And the dog hole under the door.

Youyou looked at it, suddenly blessed to the soul, his eyes brightened.

'I know the hole! '

He rushed all the way to the study room, knocked on the door excitedly, Shang Fan quickly opened the door, but instead of directly asking him what's the matter like usual, he subconsciously glanced at his hands—empty.

"Uncle!" Youyou didn't pay attention to his subtle expressions, and was still immersed in excitement, "Uncle, your dog hole! I mean the door on the security door, is it used for takeout and delivery! Uncle, you actually agreed with me to order takeaway right from the beginning!"

Shang Fan looked at him, hesitating to speak, as if he didn't understand what there was to be happy about.

"Uncle Shang, you are the best hehehe! Do you want milk or coffee tonight? I'll heat one~"

"……Um."

um what?Is it milk or coffee?

You You didn't think much, "Then I'll heat the milk!"

Then I ran away as excitedly as when I came here, very energetic.

A few minutes later, Youyou brought two cups of hot milk, and blowing on it would wrinkle the skin of the milk, giving it a rich flavor.You You felt that this brand must be good, so good that Shang Fan waited at the door of the study.

"You can order takeaway or shop online, and I won't stop you." After taking a sip, Shang Fan suddenly said, "The hole in the security door, you can use it to get takeaway, the lock is more complicated. It can only be opened with a key, whether from the inside or the outside."

The meaning of this sentence is obvious, the door belongs to his house, even if you want to go out, you must have a key to open the door.However, he didn't plan to give You You a house key.

What he also didn't say is that the hole below is just in case, it depends on his mood, if he doesn't want to, he can also lock it.

It can be seen that Youyou is very happy.

Shang Fan didn't understand why he was so happy, but he got used to him being able to smile easily, so he finished the milk and continued to work alone in the study.

Youyou wobbled from the study to the kitchen, suddenly remembered that he still had a small packet of snacks brought from school, happily took out a strip of crispy chocolate and ate it, after eating it, he drank the last sip of milk, with a mouthful of Xiang Tian washed the cup.

The system looked at him like he was mentally retarded, and finally couldn't help complaining, 'I don't understand why you are so happy?The gate is finally locked? '

'It's lazy, lazy! "Youyou dislikes the system's incompetence, "Do you know what it means to have a dog hole in the gate?"It means I can order takeout a day in advance, have it delivered to my door while I'm asleep, and wait for me to wake up and enjoy it.but me!I don't have to worry about oversleeping and missing breakfast which is only available at certain times! '

'Oh. '

System 100 expresses its indifference to the fullest.

'And ah, when I'm disheveled, I don't have to open the door to get takeaway, and in summer, too many mosquitoes will come in because of opening the door. The most perfect thing is that I don't have to greet every deliveryman anymore! '

"It's just a dog hole, host, I didn't expect you to look stupid, but you can think of so many things in such a short moment..."

'Not for an instant. Youyou's excited emotions gradually returned to the original place, and he explained, "I died... Before I crossed over, one of the last fantasies was related to this."At that time, the floor I lived in did not have an elevator, but there was a corridor access control. It was inconvenient for the delivery man to come in, and he didn’t like to climb the stairs. There were two doors in my house, and it was very cold in the corridor and outside. I wore three layers of thick clothes. Clothes and slippers, the snow is so slippery. '

'Condolences. '

'Um? ? ? '

'Cough, I made a mistake.Host, don't be sad, you are already alive. '

'Yeah, it's good to be alive, and I can still eat takeaway, hehe. Youyou laughed again, "It's really great to go directly from the ice and snow to the early summer, and it's great without opening the door." '

After he finished his work, he slumped on the sofa and played games on his mobile phone.

Playing around, Youyou suddenly felt that what he wanted might not be rebirth or a new start. The reward that 451 said to let him do this task well before he could be reborn was not so important and attractive anymore.

He may just want to go back to a warm and safe house, eat a good meal, sleep late, and stay at home for a day.

As for the outside world, it doesn't matter if it's real or fake, even if the sky is about to collapse, the end of the world...

"Go to bed."

A palm was lightly pressed on the top of his head, and a deep voice reminded him that it was too late and he couldn't stay up any longer.

Youyou raised his head, but the palm didn't move away, it hung in place, as he raised his head, the palm slid over the raised short hair, slid across the forehead, and finally blocked his eyes.

His vision entered the darkness, and the light between his fingers became warm.

Ah, covered.

It happened that I had been playing with my mobile phone for a long time, and my eyes were tired, so Youyou closed her eyes and thought slowly, she just wanted to see the blackening value.

"Youyou." Shang Fan's voice suddenly approached. It was still on top of his head just now, urging him to sleep condescendingly, but now, it came to his ear. The appearance of the spine.

Then that voice sounded slowly, slowly, like the pulling of sharp and slender strings, driving the lazy and elegant voice, every strand, like the strings, was as thin and light as the strings, quietly getting into people's ears , drilled to the depths, and drilled to make people's ears itch.

"You've been staring at me all day, what the hell are you looking at?"

Youyou's whole body was sunk in the sofa, with his head up, and the back of his head was resting on the soft sofa cushion. When he asked him this question, he lost all strength in his hands and feet, and felt guilty.

You can't tell Uncle directly, you are looking at the blackening value, and you can't say that you have something on your head, and you feel like you are cursing.

When thinking this way, he didn't forget to ask the system in his heart, what is the current blackening value, and has it changed?

The blackening value is indeed changing, but it cannot be stabilized at one value at all, it fluctuates up and down, as if it is broken.

The system wanted to say something, but soon found that it couldn't make a sound.There is a tyrannical and strange force that imprisoned all its abilities.

You You couldn't see Shang Fan anymore, and suddenly felt a little flustered, and couldn't answer this question, so he grabbed Shang Fan's wrist and moved the hand that blocked his eyes, "Uncle, don't be angry, if you feel that you are at a loss, I will also Let me show you, you can take a look, you can look at it again!"

Unexpectedly, the hand didn't use much force, and it was pushed away with a light push.Youyou opened his eyes, blinked twice to adapt to the light, and met Shangshang's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Okay," Shang Fan propped his other hand on the sofa, agreed very eloquently, and accepted the childish way of compensation, "I'll see, be good, and don't go where I can't see you."

Youyou couldn't hold back and yawned.

The blackening value doesn't seem to have changed, it's still at 90, no wonder the system doesn't want to talk to him.

The next day, Shang Fan returned home during his lunch break and asked You You, "Are you serious about yesterday's promise?"

You You nodded, saying what he said, didn't he just stare at Mao, and let him stare back at will?What is this.

Then, there were seven more small monitors at home, connected to the Internet.In addition to the bathroom and study, almost every room has it.

Looking at everything in the room, You You frowned slightly.

Hey, eating five meals a day, I'm afraid I can't hide it.

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