Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

The shop needs to be renovated, so they obviously can't continue to live there.

They took some time to pack their things, and Wu Xie asked Er Jing: "Where are we going to live next?"

Erjing: "Where do you live?"

"If you guys take the shop to renovate it, won't the three of us have no place to live?"

Erjing nodded: "Yes."

"Didn't my second uncle arrange a new place for me to live?"

Erjing nodded again: "Second Master didn't say."

Wu Xie was furious: "Are you asking us to sleep on the street?"

Erjing: “I didn’t say that.”

"Hey, Tian Zhen, calm down, calm down!" The fat man quickly held Wu Xie's hand that was about to hit Er Jing, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Don't be angry, they have more people, we won't lose in this matter."

"Let's just find a hotel to stay in today. We still need to think about this matter in the long run." The fat man comforted Wu Xie and said to the movers, "Remember to put away all your things. After the renovation is completed, you must return them to their original places. Put everything back to their original places for your Third Master."

The others responded, and the fat man took Wu Xie away, and Zhang Qiling followed behind them carrying two suitcases.

Wu Xie called Wu Erbai, but no one answered.

"Little naive, just be open-minded. Your second uncle is helping you repair the shop, and he's not happy about it either. Just let him do it." Seeing Wu Xie's unhappy expression, the fat man advised again: "It's so hot, let's find a hotel to stay in first. The most important thing is to have air conditioning."

makes sense.

Wu Xie sighed, resigned himself to putting away his phone, and took the fat man and the young man to the nearest hotel to book two rooms.

He and the young man shared a room, and the fat man shared a room by himself.

The air conditioner was set at a very low temperature, and the temperature in the room dropped immediately. Wu Xie sat on the bed, and the air pressure was a little low.

To be honest, he is a nostalgic person and deep down he doesn't want to do any renovation or construction.

Zhang Qiling stayed in the room for a while and then went out. Hearing the sound of the door closing gently, Wu Xie was in no mood to worry about him. He sat alone in the room, licked his dry lips, and felt like smoking.

He actually didn't have much of a smoking addiction. He used to smoke mostly to stay calm. The effect of nicotine could make his mind clearer. After the incident, he hadn't smoked for a long time.

Wu Xie used the landline in his room to call the hotel front desk and asked them to send up a pack of the cheapest cigarettes.

When Zhang Qiling came back, he saw Wu Xie sitting in the dim room puffing away, frowning. He quickly walked over, grabbed the butt of Wu Xie's cigarette, pulled it out and put it out in the ashtray.

Then draw the curtains to let the sunlight in and open the windows for fresh air.

Wu Xie was in a bad mood and felt lazy. He slightly opened his eyelids, glanced at Zhang Qiling, and watched his series of actions without saying a word.

Zhang Qiling sat down on Wu Xie's bed, took out the things he had just bought, picked out a bag, put a straw in it, handed it to Wu Xie's mouth, pressed his lips with the straw, and said to Wu Xie in a gesture that could not be refused: "Drink."

Wu Xie looked at him strangely, took a sip of the straw, and was stunned.

"Milk tea?" Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling in surprise. He just happened to suck something up. He chewed it and the sweet taste warmed up his mood which had been extremely cold.

"Pearl milk tea?" Wu Xie took the milk tea from the boy, drank it himself, and asked him, "Why did you suddenly think of buying these?"

He knew that young people nowadays loved to drink these things, but he thought they were too sweet and didn't like them very much. He didn't know why, but today's cup tasted better than before, and it was sweet. After drinking it, he felt that even his mood had improved a lot.

Zhang Qiling then took out a series of junk food he had bought, including cakes, skewers, spicy strips, fried chicken, etc.

Wu Xie was so amused that he asked, "Why did you buy so much?"

"Are you feeling better?" Zhang Qiling tore open a plum candy and stuffed it into Wu Xie's mouth. Wu Xie frowned at the sour taste.

He stuck out his tongue and said, "It's so sour!"

After drinking something sweet, I eat something sour, and it feels even more sour.

Wu Xie watched Zhang Qiling put the things he bought one by one on his bedside table, sipping his milk tea and asked, "Why did you think of buying these to comfort me?"

That's right,

Coax him.

Otherwise, Wu Xie really couldn't figure out how these things could be related to a person like Zhang Qiling.

It can’t be that the young man just wants to eat it, right?

(ˉ―ˉ?)

That must be impossible.

"It's said in the book." Zhang Qiling replied.

It took Wu Xie a while to realize what book he was talking about.

These are the novels that Xiuxiu sent me.

He also watched a little when he had nothing to do. Unexpectedly, the young man was able to draw inferences from what he had learned and even learned to buy food to appease him.

This is really cause for celebration. Will the guy be promoted from an underground worker to a top love expert in the next step?

Wu Xie said sourly: "It is true that if you read a book a hundred times, its meaning will become clear. Why didn't I see so much knowledge?"

Zhang Qiling didn't understand what he meant and looked at him inquiringly.

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Wu Xie slid into the quilt from the head of the bed like a boneless person, pulled the quilt over his head, and shouted, "I don't want to eat anymore!"

Zhang Qiling didn't understand why Wu Xie, who seemed so happy just now, suddenly became angry.

He called out in confusion: "Wu Xie?"

Wu Xie ignored him, turned over and faced him with his butt.

"Is it not delicious?" Zhang Qiling asked in a low voice.

Then, Wu Xie heard a rustling sound outside in the dark quilt, as if a plastic bag was being turned over.

Zhang Qiling picked up the half-drunk milk tea that Wu Xie had just drunk, took a sip, then unpacked the other things and tasted them.

He frowned a little in distress, he didn't know whether it tasted good or not.

It's edible and not unpalatable to him.

But maybe it’s just something Wu Xie doesn’t like to eat.

So Zhang Qiling asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy some."

Wu Xie suddenly felt a little guilty, thinking that his temper was really inexplicable and he was quite ungrateful.

The bulging quilt shook violently twice, and Zhang Qiling saw that the quilt close to his thigh opened, and Wu Xie's head popped out from it.

"No, it's delicious." Wu Xie said. He was lying prone in the quilt, with his elbows on the bed, his hands against the quilt, pushing open a hole, and looking up at the young man from inside.

Twisting the neck was not a pleasant feeling. After a while, Wu Xie felt his neck was sore and tired. He made a sound of protest and could hardly lift it up.

He simply lunged forward and rested his face on Zhang Qiling's thigh.

With his head tilted to the side, he could see the young man's waist and abdomen in front of him. No matter how Wu Xie glanced upwards, he could only see the young man's sharp jaw and not his entire face.