Half an hour later, Zhong Ping finally realized that his choice was wrong. Because in the end, the scrubbing and cleaning work seemed to be endless in a day or two. Zhong Ping had no choice but to forget about the refrigerator and other things and sat down on the sofa obediently.
The one above, um, is much more comfortable than the one at home.
Xiong Weiqun didn't hear Zhong Ping's fuss for a while, wondering if that guy had quietly returned to the organization or something. Lying on his bed after a long absence, and having just seen his sister, he felt relieved.
I also felt trapped in my tone. Although I am not popular at home, it is true that it is in the so-called "home" that people can take off their disguise.
Here Xiong Weiqun is in a half-asleep state, and on the other side Zhong Ping is also sitting on the sofa in silence. This situation is completely opposite to that in Zhong Ping's home.
After a long silence, Zhong Ping began to rummage through the things in his bag, put all the food on the small table between the sofas, rolled up his sleeves and put on tissues to fight for another 300 rounds. But he heard a few rustling sounds from the balcony.
There was a rustling sound, and I thought no, is there a thief living here?
So he quickly ran to Xiong Weiqun's room with his unadventurous personality, only to find that Xiong Weiqun had his eyes closed and was breathing evenly, as if he was asleep.
Zhong Ping couldn't bring himself to wake Xiong Weiqun up, and he was still worried about the noise just now, so he had to close the bedroom door silently, and hid behind the bed in fear, intending to wake Xiong Weiqun immediately when someone approached.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour, time flowed silently. Zhong Ping's third meal of the day was still on the small table next to the sofa, and he had no luck enjoying it.
After such a long day, Xiong Weiqun also had a good sleep, and there were no more sounds from outside. To be on the safe side, Zhong Ping silently looked out the window by the bedside, sighing that it was so quiet outside the window, and listening to the sounds with his ears.
, but unfortunately found nothing.
When Xiong Weiqun woke up, Zhong Ping was lying beside the bed silently and staring, and he almost kicked him out of reflex.
After listening to Zhong Ping's frightened description, Xiong Weiqun felt that it was a pity that he had not kicked him just now.
In order to show that Zhong Ping's worries were in vain, Xiong Weiqun opened the door and walked to the living room with a straight face and no defense, showing him that nothing happened here.
As soon as the door opened, Zhong Ping suddenly became sharp-eyed and saw that his food had been spilled onto the sofa and the floor... Someone must have tampered with it!!! He would never make such a waste of food.
Yes!
So he hesitantly pointed to the sofa and muttered: "Eat, eat, eat..."
Xiong Weiqun also saw the food scattered everywhere, and looked at Zhong Ping with some sarcasm: "Can you be considered a proletarian?"
When Zhong Ping nervously explained that he was not the one who knocked over the things, there was a "crash" sound from the balcony that was completely unignorable, and the sound of something being knocked and spilled made the hairs on the back of Zhong Ping's neck stand up.
, and pointed at the balcony with bared teeth and claws.
Xiong Weiqun couldn't help but look towards the balcony at this moment. He reached out with his right hand to his lower back, stepped lightly and walked over decisively. Zhong Ping wanted to go back to the bedroom to hide, but was afraid of making unnecessary noise, so he stood frozen at the door of the bedroom and looked at Xiong Weiqun.
.
Seeing that Xiong Weiqun had reached the door of the balcony, when he was still some distance away, he turned sideways and peeked into the balcony, and also looked at the ceiling, but seemed to find nothing.
Zhong Ping swallowed instead and continued to watch Xiong Weiqun approach the balcony door. He took out the knife from his waist and put it in his hand, then walked to the balcony in a flash.
Zhong Ping held his breath for more than ten seconds, expecting there to be a fight or the sound of a thief escaping. But after the suffocating ten seconds passed, he heard Xiong Weiqun say: "It's you..."
Are you an acquaintance? What kind of plot is this?!
Zhong Ping opened his mouth and didn't see Xiong Weiqun come out for a long time, but when he heard that Xiong Weiqun said that he seemed to be an acquaintance, he was half relieved and walked to the edge of the balcony. Looking inside, Xiong Weiqun was squatting on the ground and didn't know what he was doing. He stretched his head again
, he found a cat in front of Xiong Weiqun, and the cat was gnawing the bones he brought with relish...
Well, where should I complain? Here it is: Why do cats like to chew bones!?
Well, Zhong Ping had to face the fact that he was scared by a cat and hid for an hour, and the cat even robbed him of his food.
Seeing Zhong Ping come in, Xiong Weiqun also stood up, lowered his waist and grabbed the fur behind the cat's neck to lift it up. When Zhong Ping saw this, he stepped back, and Xiong Weiqun carried the cat back to the living room and sat on the sofa.
He casually threw the cat on the sofa.
Zhong Ping was still standing there waiting for Xiong Weiqun to despise him, but Xiong Weiqun completely ignored him and kept following the cat with his eyes.
The cat's body was snow-white, with black ears, limbs and tail. The cat's face also had a piece of black ash that seemed to have fallen into a pile of coal and accidentally rubbed on it. It came and went freely on the sofa, and used its paws to pick up the things that fell on the sofa.
A piece of chicken skin, he jumped off the sofa with disdain, went to pick up the shell of sea melon seeds on the ground, chewed a piece, and spit it out.
After a while, Xiong Weiqun looked at Zhong Ping as if he had just remembered that there was another person at home: "This is a wild cat nearby. It runs outside all year round. If someone's window is open, it jumps in to find food. It is a habit of stealing.
"
Okay, where should I start complaining now? This floor is not just accessible. And why are cats "canned"?
Zhong Ping didn't respond, and Xiong Weiqun added another sentence: "Dandan even gave it a name when he lived here..."
"Oh...what's it called..." Zhong Ping immediately caught the topic.
"Little sour."
"Uh..." Zhong Ping didn't comment on the strange name and squatted down to touch the cat.
"Don't!" Xiong Weiqun stopped him, "This is a wild cat. What if it touches and scratches you casually?"
Zhong Ping looked at the little sour again. As expected, the guy was looking at the food under his mouth while staring at him with his two round eyes. His body was motionless, as if he was really preparing to give him a break.