Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

The rain stopped the next day.

Last night's heavy rain washed away all traces, leaving no trace.

The guests who had been clamoring to stay outside last night disappeared along with their tents, but no one found it strange.

All they care about is the price increase of rooms and food today.

The customer pointed at the menu and said, "Why is this dish so expensive? It wasn't this price yesterday!!"

Jiang Que behind the counter heard this and glanced at him: "You also said it was yesterday. If you want to eat yesterday's bargain, go eat yesterday."

Jiang Que pointed at the prices on the menu and said, "The prices are clearly marked. No one is cheated. If you don't like it, you can choose not to eat it. I never force people to buy or sell anything when doing business."

The stunned guest: "..."

You're just short of robbing.

Eating out is becoming more and more expensive. Some guests only eat one meal a day, or make do with the compressed biscuits they bring with them.

Wei Chi and his men brought me up the mountain. They had prisoners in their hands and did not want to cause trouble, so they did not reveal their identities. Even though the boss raised the price, I still paid the money for the meal obediently and would deal with everything after I got down the mountain.

Wei Chi was carrying the food upstairs. When he was walking on the stairs, a girl with a silver bell on her wrist passed by him.

Wei Chi walked forward, and the girl suddenly stopped: "Do you also think there is something strange here?"

Wei Chi didn't say anything, just turned around and looked at her.

Seeing his reaction, the girl smiled brightly on her round face. She took out a sachet from her pocket and threw it into the plate Wei Chi was carrying. She smiled and said, "It's insect repellent. I give it to you."

After sending it off, the girl smiled and skipped downstairs.

Wei Chi stood in the corridor, glanced down at the sachet the girl had given him, his brows furrowed.

Deliver the meal upstairs to colleagues.

A colleague saw a sachet on the plate and picked it up curiously to smell: "What is that? It smells really good."

My colleague took the sachet and examined it from left to right. When he opened it, he saw that there were only some dried herbs inside.

Wei Chi didn't touch the sachet. After making sure there was nothing strange inside, he said, "This is for you."

My colleague was simple-minded and happily accepted the sachet when he saw it had intangible cultural heritage embroidery.

Wei Chi stood at the window with a sullen face. He opened the curtains and looked at the square courtyard downstairs as he did last night, but still did not see anything unusual.

But something was clearly wrong with this place.

And I'm not the only one who feels this way.

Wei Chi was standing by the window watching when suddenly a man walked out from the front yard downstairs.

The man had long hair, wore a red top and black pants, and was holding a pair of tongs in his hand. He bent down in the yard to repair the drain that was blocked by fallen leaves.

His long hair blocked his vision when he bent over, and the man's slender fingers would occasionally play with his long hair and tuck it behind his ear.

Although Wei Chi was on the second floor, he could clearly see the man's fingers under natural light, which were very beautiful.

Thinking of this, Wei Chi's face turned grim and he raised his hand to close the curtains.

What's so good about it?

His baby's are the best looking.

Wei Chi was slightly annoyed with himself. After the curtains were closed, Jiang Que, who was picking leaves downstairs, lowered his eyes and curled his lips lazily to hide the distraction in his eyes. After clearing all the sewers, he left with the garbage in a good mood.

[Baby, look at your hands.]

Wei Chi pulled the curtains and felt more and more uncomfortable the more he thought about it. He sent a message to his baby, wanting to see his baby's hands to filter his thoughts.

The other party might be busy, so Wei Chi waited for a long time before the other party sent the photos.

A long pipe is held in bony white fingers. The background is a wooden floor. It should be his baby's home.

Wei Chi felt much better after looking at the photos.

Righteous: [Baby still plays with this?]

Baby: [I don’t want to play, but I think you might like it.]

Wei Chi, who was thought to like the photo, took a closer look at the photo and sent a blushing emoticon.

Righteous: [The baby is so good.]

Baby: [Show me a half-length photo tonight.]

Wei Chi touched his nose, his face getting a little hot: [Baby, do you want to see the censored version or the uncensored version?]

Baby: [Both.]

Wei Chi lowered his head and smiled, then typed: [OK.]

A colleague who was preparing to eat: "..."

Chat and chat!

I feel full even before I eat.