There are little zombies at home

At this time, there were only a few people in the supermarket, and Zhong Jing and the little zombie went straight to the fruit and vegetable section as soon as they entered the door, planning to leave as soon as possible after buying tomatoes.

I don’t want to see only a few distorted tomatoes left in the fruit and vegetable area at night. The half-green and half-red color makes me lose my appetite just by looking at it.

"Woohoo." The little zombie pursed his mouth, stretched out his hand and tugged at Zhong Jing's sleeve, expressing that he didn't want to eat such tomatoes.

Zhong Jing didn't expect such a situation, he frowned and glanced around, and suddenly had an idea.

"Do you want to eat this kind of cherry tomatoes?" He grabbed a few cherry tomatoes and put them in front of the little zombie, thinking that they tasted like tomatoes, so he should also like them.

The little zombie looked down at the cherry tomatoes, reached out and picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth. After sucking the juice, he nodded in satisfaction and said, "Roar!"

Zhong Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the largest fresh-keeping bag, filled it up, and paid the bill under the surprised gaze of the cashier.

But when he turned his head again, Zhong Jing found that the little zombie who had been grabbing the hem of his clothes suddenly disappeared.

It’s over.

Zhong Jing thought to himself, this guy only knows how to jump, and such weird movements will definitely arouse the curiosity of many people.

He was a little anxious, but the little zombie didn't have a name, so he could only scan the supermarket over and over again with his naked eyes.

At this moment, his trousers moved, and the familiar coquettish feeling made him pause.

Sure enough, just like when we met for the first time, the little zombie still squatted at his feet and raised his head, his bright black eyes were full of innocence, "Roar~"

Zhong Jing's impatience just now dissipated instantly because of the soft cry of the little zombie. He stroked the little zombie's head and asked, "Where did you just run off to? Do you know that you are not allowed to run around in the future?"

"Roar!" The little zombie rubbed the top of Zhong Jing's hand flatteringly. Seeing that Zhong Jing's expression had improved, he hesitantly took out a small drawing board for children from his arms, "Roar~"

"You want it?" Zhong Jing took the small drawing board with a smile on his face. He didn't expect the little zombie to like these children's toys, and he really has a childish personality.

"Ho Ho!" The little zombie nodded vigorously, and the little black eyes were full of anticipation.

"Then buy it." Zhong Jing was straightforward, and went to the cashier again to pay for the small drawing board and brushes.

"I don't know what you bought this little drawing board for." Zhong Jing said casually, surprised that this zombie still loves to draw.

The little zombie glanced at him, took out the brush and quickly wrote on the small drawing board, then handed it to Zhong Jing—wanted to talk to you.

"You...you want to buy the drawing board just to communicate with me?" Zhong Jing was a little surprised. He thought that the little zombie was just playing for fun, and he didn't think about it at all.

"Hey~" The little zombie agreed, and then carefully put away the drawing board, seeing that he was very fond of the little drawing board.

Zhong Jing's heart felt a little tense for no reason. He took the little zombie's hand and whispered, "Let's go, let's go home."

……

There is a row of shrubs planted at the entrance of the supermarket to act as a green belt. Zhong Jing led the little zombie and was about to go around the green and take it home, but suddenly heard a sharp voice mention his name.

"Yes, that's right, I'm at the gate of Zhongjing's community right now."

"I'm sure what I photographed was him, and there was a man next to him."

"I just said that he must be a gay with his pretty face!"

"You still don't believe it? What's the relationship between going shopping hand in hand and living in the same room at night?"

……

Zhong Jing was a little weak, he had already dressed up like this, but he was still recognized by the paparazzi.

In fact, it wouldn't matter if he was the only one being photographed today, but this person photographed the little zombie, and was going to write about his scandal by looking at the pictures, which really made him unbearable.

Sensing Zhong Jing's anger, the little zombie tilted his head, tapped his finger lightly, and saw the man who was still on the phone stagger forward, and fell into the bushes.

And the camera hanging on his chest fell far away, and the lens and body were separated.

"Hoo~" The little zombie timidly withdrew his fingers, looked up at Zhong Jing, as if asking himself whether he was doing it properly.

Zhong Jing patted his head, his voice was not too loud but could be heard by the paparazzi: "You must not do bad things in the future, otherwise you will be in bad luck if you do too many bad things."

"Zhong Jing?!" Hearing the familiar voice, the man hurriedly crawled out of the bushes, and said anxiously before the leaves on his head were straightened out, "You were the one who pushed me just now? I must expose you, you Beat the reporter!"

"Reporter?" Zhong Jing sneered, "People who hide near other people's houses and never see the light have the nerve to call themselves reporters?"

"I don't care. If you push someone, you have to pay compensation. I have a camera worth more than 3 yuan, so I have to compensate according to the price, or we will see you at the police station!" The man insisted that the person who pushed him was Zhong Jing.

Zhong Jing smiled instead of anger, and said sarcastically: "Brother, we are at least two meters away from you, unless I am a gibbon, how could I push you? Don't worry, there are surveillance everywhere here, even if I go to the police station, I am not afraid You, you don’t have the same way of touching porcelain.”

"You..." The man couldn't speak to Zhong Jing, pointed at him for a while, and finally threatened, "Aren't you afraid that I will expose your true face?"

"As you wish." Zhong Jing shrugged, completely ignoring men.

"You fag, you're being inconsistent, I'll ruin your reputation for sure!" The man didn't take reason, so he could only speak indiscriminately, and his eyes became ruthless, trying to scare Zhong Jing.

Zhong Jing raised the corner of his mouth, deliberately lowered his head and kissed the little zombie's head, and said with a smile, "We'll wait and see."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Jing pulled the little zombie and walked past the man.

The little zombie became a little stiffer because of Zhong Jing's kiss. If Zhong Jingla hadn't brought him along, he might really have lost his way.

The man's chattering curses still sounded behind the two of them. The little zombie turned back quietly, glanced at the tree trunk, and then heard the man's cry of pain.

Zhong Jing turned his head when he heard the words, and saw a thick tree in the bushes suddenly snapping off, pressing firmly on the man's back, and the camera, which was only a little broken just now, was also deformed by the pressure at this moment, and it seemed that it couldn't be helped. Repair and use again.

This happened to be weird, Zhong Jing turned his head to look at the little zombie with thick white teeth, couldn't help reaching out and pinching the tip of his nose, and said secretly: "It looks so cute, I didn't expect it to be such a wimpy master."

"Roar!" The little zombie wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction, turned around and jumped towards the house...