There are little zombies at home

Although the little zombie went to bed early the day before, he woke up on time the next day, turned his head and saw Zhong Jing who was still sleeping, and tiptoedly held the three treasures and placed them in the bird cage by the window.

It's a pity that there is a wooden floor under the tree house they live in, even if they walk lightly, there is still a lot of movement, Zhong Jing tossed and turned for a while, and still woke up.

It was still early, and the cameraman couldn't get up to follow the shots, but the little zombie had already gotten used to it and started making breakfast naturally.

The jungle was different than usual, so the little zombie could only pick up lettuce and tomatoes with shriveled slices of toast, and made a simple vegetarian sandwich.

Zhong Jing got up yawning, glanced back at the camera, resisted the urge to rub the little zombie's hair, and went straight to the bathroom to wash up.

After finishing Zhong Jing's breakfast, the little zombie began to wash tomatoes for himself again. He hummed a nursery rhyme and stomped his feet randomly, looking very happy.

Just after Zhong Jing finished washing, the cameraman also pushed open the door of the tree house.

"Good morning." The little zombie looked up at the cameraman and greeted him warmly.

"Morning." The cameraman nodded, responded with a smile, and then saw the sandwich in the little zombie's hand, and suddenly widened his eyes, "Did you make this yourself?"

"Ang!" The little zombie nodded, touched the ugly one next to him and handed it to the photographer, "Try it."

The photographer took the sandwich and bit into half of it. Although the taste is average, it can be considered a delicacy in this primitive place.

"Fugui, isn't your job a chef?" The photographer laughed at the little zombie after filling his stomach.

"No." The little zombie replied honestly, "I'm making food videos, and I have more than 5 fans!"

The photographer was taken aback, but he didn't expect the little zombie to be an Internet celebrity.

Before they could continue chatting, Zhong Jing had already changed his clothes, stood behind the little zombie and coughed vigorously twice.

"Ah Jing!" The little zombie turned around upon hearing this, handed him the breakfast he had made, and then felt a little embarrassed, "There is no strawberry milkshake, Ah Jing likes strawberry milkshake the most."

"Does Zhong Jing usually like to drink strawberry milkshakes?" The photographer immediately leaned over to ask in gossip, thinking that Zhong Jing's image is indeed somewhat different from strawberry milkshakes.

"That's right, Ah Jing just likes strawberry flavor!" The little zombie discussed Zhong Jing with the photographer with great interest.

Zhong Jing only felt a headache, but he didn't have time to stop the little zombie's mouth. He seemed to be able to predict that after this video was broadcast, fans would send him a lot of food about strawberries.

After breakfast, Zhong Jing and the little zombie went downstairs to form a team.

Compared with yesterday's packed schedule, today is a lot easier.

Although the difference between "Forty Thousand Kilometers Tour" and other travel reality shows is that the stars team up to compete in the game, but the theme is always travel, and it is natural to set aside time on the last day to show the audience the ecological scenic spot of N City.

Knowing that he was leaving in the afternoon, the little zombie reluctantly said goodbye to Sanbao while Zhong Jing was packing up, "Sanbao, you have to grow up quickly, so you can come to see me later."

Sanbao didn't understand what the little zombie was talking about, tilted his head and flapped his wings, and said the familiar words, "Mud monkey, mud monkey!"

"Ah Jing, Sambo can't understand me." The little zombie turned around and complained to Zhong Jing, paused for a moment, then suddenly asked again, "Do you think it will be sad if it can't see me at night?"

"Of course." Zhong Jing touched the little zombie's head and lied kindly, "Because Fugui will be sad too, right?"

"No." The little zombie shook his head and said seriously: "No one feeds Doudou to it, of course it is sad. But if you feed me tomatoes, I won't be sad."

Zhong Jing was speechless for a while, how did he know that the little zombie was only thinking about eating, so much so that he stewed a pot of chicken soup.

As the tour guide walked through the scenic spots one by one, it was time for lunch before we knew it.

Because the bonfire party last night was quite successful, the program team specially arranged for them to enjoy signature dishes at the most distinctive restaurants in the area.

The few people who had a dull taste for a day saw the delicious food like hungry wolves and wanted to eat them all. Only the little zombie sat calmly in the corner, holding a tomato in his hand and biting it for a long time.

"Fugui, why are you eating tomatoes when they are all eating?" The photographer squatted next to the little zombie. Although he only got along with him for two days, he was full of curiosity about the little zombie.

"Losing weight." The little zombie replied succinctly. This was the rhetoric Zhong Jing taught him. If he was asked to say it, he would have to boast about tomatoes for at least 5 minutes.

"Are you still losing weight?" The photographer was a little surprised, and saw his pale complexion again, and said suddenly: "It seems that tomato whitening is very scientific."

The little zombie pursed his lips, and wanted to tell him that his skin color was natural, but seeing his confident expression, he swallowed the words back.

After lunch, the tour guide took them to a nearby custom shop, which mainly sells some souvenirs with local characteristics.

Several guests had no money, but still wanted to buy some as souvenirs, so they had to ask the staff present for help.

Zhong Jingwen borrowed 200 yuan from the director, but he has always been not very popular, so he left the task of choosing souvenirs to the little zombie.

The little zombie's eyes glowed a long time ago, and after grabbing the money, he followed Shang Beida to the store to purchase, leaving only Zhong Jing guarding the store entrance.

However, the speed of the little zombie was very fast, and he walked out of the store in just ten minutes, carrying two big bags of things in his hand. Those who didn't know thought that he entered the store with thousands of dollars to fight.

"What did you buy?" Zhong Jing was also a little surprised. He opened the bag and saw that there were some ethnic cloth brocades and hydrangeas in the bag. They were arranged in a pile of colorful and colorful, and they were really pretty.

"I bought a colorful gown for Ah Jing." As he said that, the little zombie pulled out a navy-blue gown from inside, put it on Zhong Jing without any explanation, and then pulled out a red gown to wear on his own. Get up, "Me too."

Shang Peking University came out late, and happened to see Zhong Jing in blue and the little zombie in red standing in front of the small shop for a group photo, and couldn't help but frown. Why are these two people able to show their affection on the show? It's so annoying!

"Have you bought a gift for Huang Qi?" On the way back, Zhong Jing suddenly thought of his manager who was resting in the hotel because of overwork.

The little zombie nodded hastily, and then took out an exquisite rectangular box from his trouser pocket, "I bought the most expensive one for Brother Huang Qi!"

"The most expensive one?" Zhong Jing opened the small box while talking, his face changed several times, and finally he suppressed a smile and asked him, "Are you sure Huang Qi will like this thing?"

The little zombie hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "It should be, Peking University said that the more expensive the better, it costs 100 yuan!"

Zhong Jing closed the box dumbfounded, thinking of Huang Qi's appearance when he received this gift, his smile widened a bit.

Unfortunately, Zhong Jing was not able to see this scene with his own eyes, because Huang Qi's work and rest were disordered, he suddenly had a high fever last night, and he is still in a coma.And he still had a schedule ahead, so he could only go to the hospital to see Huang Qi, left a gift, and hurriedly flew home with the little zombie.

It was already midnight when Zhong Jing rushed home without stopping. When Zhong Jing walked into the corridor with the little zombie, he heard a few sticky cries strangely. A moving box.

"Hoo~" The little zombie tends to speak his mother tongue when he is excited, and the hand holding Zhong Jing is trembling at this moment.

On the other hand, Zhong Jing was no better than the little zombie. Seeing that he had become the support of the little zombie, he could only stretch out his hand tremblingly to support the other wall.

At this moment, the movement of the box suddenly stopped, and a voice familiar to Zhong Jing came over, "Meow~"

"Old Bai?" Zhong Jing hurried over to open the box, and as expected, he saw the familiar fat cat in the box... and a letter left by his mother-"Dear son, your father and I I’m going to Europe for my third honeymoon this year, and I know you’re coming back today, so I specially return Lao Bai to you, and you must take good care of it!”

"Oh, honeymoon again." Zhong Jing shook his head helplessly, and was about to carry the cat home, when he turned his head and saw the little zombie still squatting in place shaking, and then remembered that his little zombie seemed a little afraid of cats.

"Fuguier~" Zhong Jing softly called the little zombie's name, took the white cat out of the box, and then played with its feet to greet the little zombie, "This is Laobai, he will follow us in the future live together."

"Meow~" Lao Bai followed his master softly, as if to show his favor.

The little zombie approached Zhong Jing tremblingly, met Lao Bai's gray pupils, and stretched out his hand, "You, you, you, hello, I'm Fugui."

Lao Bai looked at the hand extended by the little zombie, hugged it with his forelegs, then licked his palm, and called out cutely, "Meow~"

"Meow?" The little zombie imitated it, raised its head to look at Zhong Jing with surprise in its eyes, and said blankly: "It seems that it is not as scary as imagined."

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At the same time, Shang Beida, who was sitting in the ward, was complacently talking to Huang Qi about the anecdotes of the recording. Seeing the gift given to him by the little zombie, he added, "I chose this for him!"

"You helped him choose?" Huang Qi's face turned blue, "I knew that such a simple person as Fugui would give me such a gift!"

There was a flash of astonishment in Shang Beida's eyes. In fact, he only knew the price, but he had no idea what the gift was!

"What do you mean by asking him to buy a pendant pendant less than five centimeters in size for me?!" Huang Qi said while slapping Shang Bei University with a pillow, "Let me hang it on my waist as a keychain to ward off evil spirits! "

Shang Beida was about to cry, but how did he know that the fetish in this place was Tintin!