There are little zombies at home

Christmas Eve came in the little zombie's expectation.

Zhong Jing didn't have the habit of celebrating Christmas in the past, but seeing that the little zombie kept talking about Santa Claus, he still bought two Christmas hats and antlers at the gate of the community in response to the festive atmosphere.

Thinking of the lack of work and exposure recently, fans are still leaving messages of blessing on Weibo, so Zhong Jing and the little zombie took pictures of each other wearing Santa hats and posted them on the Internet.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this photo was posted, the fans of the two families saw the clue——

"Why are the background walls the same, even cohabitation is not concealed!"

"Masters, I'm so scared, is the cabinet door still closed tightly?"

"I hope that our little zombie will give birth to little zombie soon!"

……

As soon as the last comment was published, the fans of the two companies couldn't sit still, and they all accused "How can a man have a baby!", "Don't make us little zombies female!".

But the zombie fan who left a message turned over in the coffin, full of disdain, stupid human beings, we zombies can give birth to baby zombies by ourselves, okay!

However, Zhong Jing didn't look at his phone after posting the photos, so he naturally didn't know that there would be so many developments in the future, because at this time he was busy recording videos for the little zombie and doing chores by the way.

To coincide with the festival, the little zombie also collected western recipes from the Internet, and prepared to cook a steak in red wine for Zhong Jing.

Zhong Jing usually has the habit of cooking, and now he is marinating beef for the little zombie and cutting vegetables for salad outside the camera.

After a busy morning, the little zombie finally put the steak and non-staple food on the table, and there were two heart-shaped candles on the table that he bought for red wine, which he also lit up at this moment.

Smelling the scent of the candle, Zhong Jing couldn't help but frowned, and asked, "What kind of candle did you light, why does it smell a bit weird?"

The little zombie was stunned for a moment, picked up the candlestick and looked at the words at the bottom of his eyes, and read it to Zhong Jing in an orderly manner, "Rose scented candles, the combination of romance and passion, let you have a wonderful night with your beloved TA."

Hearing the implication of the slogan, Zhong Jing frowned and blew out the candle, and at the same time explained to the little zombie, "This candle may have an aphrodisiac effect, so you can't light it while eating."

The little zombie nodded half-understood, paused for a while before reacting and asked: "Jing, what is greening? Will I turn green?"

Zhong Jing was dumbfounded for a while, raised his hand and knocked on the little zombie's forehead, gritted his teeth and said, "If you find the wrong partner, someone will indeed turn green."

"Wow, that's so scary, I'd better give it up." The little zombie really imagined himself with a green body, and threw the scented candle into the trash can in fear.

Not long after, the little zombie and Zhong Jing were enjoying their lunch when the doorbell rang.

Zhong Jing had no choice but to put down the knife and fork and went to open the door, only to see Huang Qi, monk Peking University, and their family's Lao Bai, who was fostered at Huang's mother's house, standing outside the door.

"Meow!" Seeing his master, Lao Bai stretched out his paws and acted like a baby to Zhong Jing.

"Thank Mama Huang for me." After Zhong Jing took it, he looked at them both in surprise, "The cat has been delivered, what are you still doing here?"

"Ah Jing, you already know that Shang Bei Da dances well, right?!" Huang Qi pointed out angrily, and then dragged Shang Bei Da who was listless behind him into the room, "So I have been the one who has been kept in the dark! "

"I asked you to ask for your name a long time ago, but you didn't listen." Zhong Jing shrugged, expressing that he was not responsible at all.

"Up to now, I have no way to go back on my word." Huang Qi suddenly changed his attitude, and pushed the Shangbei University in his hand to Zhong Jing, "Then let you, a senior, help him understand the company's rules and systems."

"What about you?" Zhong Jing asked in surprise.

"Isn't it all your fault, let my mother take care of the cat for you, it's good now, she has taken care of her feelings and kept nagging me to keep a cat, where can I get her a cat!" Thinking of this, Huang Qi also grumpily Stamping his legs, "I'm going to the cattery to take a look around later."

Zhong Jing was speechless for a while, and when he wanted to speak, Huang Qi quickly walked out of the door, leaving only Shang Beida standing alone in front of Zhong Jing.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?" Zhong Jing walked back to the dining table and sat down, pushing the milk-flavored bread they had just baked in front of Shangbei University, "Have you had lunch? Didn't you eat a piece?"

The little zombie nodded in agreement, and vacated a seat inward for Shang Beida to sit down.

Shang Beida sighed. After sitting down, he seemed to have no energy, and he chewed every bite when he ate.

"Peking University, what's the matter with you?" The little zombie was a little worried, Shang Peking University is his good friend, even if he is dull, he can see that the other party is unusual.

"Didn't I tell you that he kissed me last time?" Shang Beida said slowly, his face a little aggrieved, "I ran to ask my little uncle, and he said that Huang Qi might be hinting at me, so I thought this It's a confession, I turned around and told him to accept it, but I didn't expect to be stared at by him for half an hour."

"So why did he kiss you?" Zhong Jing couldn't help interjecting.

"I was the one who helped him to take a bath. The floor was too slippery, so I was pressed to the ground and kissed." Shang Beida spoke slowly, as if recalling the scene at that time, his face blushed violently.

Zhong Jing: "..." So are you sure this is a hint!

"I think it was an accident." The little zombie pondered for a moment, before drawing a serious conclusion.

"Accidents are accidents, but that was my first kiss!" Shang Beida touched his mouth and argued, "Besides, I suddenly discovered that it's not unacceptable to kiss men."

"You like Huang Qi." Zhong Jing saw his blushing behind his ears, and understood what he was thinking.

"You..." Shang Bei gave him a big look, then said hesitantly, "But he hates me very much now, and he doesn't want to see me at all."

"Huang Qi is a dutiful son."

"so what?"

"His mother wants a cat."

"what?"

"Still do not know?"

"Ah, I'm going to find the kitten!"

Shang Beida was so excited that he didn't care about eating the custard bun in his hand. The otaku with low EQ and zero love experience suddenly had a direction and ran straight out the door.

The little zombie still worriedly bit half of a broccoli, and asked Zhong Jing, "Is Peking University really all right?"

"I think, as long as he doesn't find too strange a cat, it should be fine." Zhong Jing replied, but he didn't know that his simple sentence set a huge flag for Shangbei University.

……

It has been snowing heavily in City B for half a month, and the corners of the streets are covered with thick snow that cannot be swept away.

The little zombie was lying on the balcony, looking down at the plains all over the neighborhood, and suddenly sighed, "Heavy snow, so beautiful!"

Zhong Jing stood beside him, with a little smile in his eyes, and asked him, "Do you want to go to have a snowball fight?"

"Think!" The little zombie agreed loudly, and then jumped up and down like a child to pick out the outfit for going out.

When Zhong Jing was young, snowball fights were the greatest pleasure in winter.

He thought that he was experienced in many battles, and planned to secretly release water for the little zombie. Unexpectedly, the little zombie was full of energy and strength, and his crazy play was not inferior to Zhong Jing at all, which made Zhong Jing take it seriously. stand up.

Lao Bai, who was lying on the cushion not far away, lazily raised his head and looked at them, then retracted silently into the blanket, "Meow~" Stupid human~

The two quarreled for a while, Zhong Jing fell into the wind for a while, sat panting in the snow and waved his hands, "Take a break, I'm getting old, otherwise I can at least play with you for half an hour."

The little zombie grinned and rubbed his hands in the snow for a while, then squeezed out a heart-shaped snowball, "Send it to you."

"It's so ugly." Zhong Jing complained, but still took the love ball, turned around and saw the little zombie holding up the snow and licking it. The sneaky action seemed to be a thief, and he couldn't help laughing and cursing: "Greedy bag!"

"Well, I've never eaten snow." The little zombie replied confidently, and then lowered his voice, "But it's not delicious, A Jing, you must not eat it!"

The little zombie put its mouth close to Zhong Jing's ear, making him shudder from itching, "Why are you so close all of a sudden?"

"I'm afraid Xue will be sad when she hears it." The little zombie replied solemnly.

Zhong Jing: "..." How can I explain to this idiot that Snow has no life at all!

I don't know if it was because he hadn't exercised for a long time, but Zhong Jing felt sore in his limbs when he came home from the snowball fight, so he had to go to bed early to rest.

But the little zombie who had always cooperated with Zhong Jing did not move, instead wandered around the room, looking for something.

"Ah Jing, what should I do if my socks are too small to hold Santa's gift?" The little zombie climbed onto the bed in distress and poked Zhong Jing.

Zhong Jing closed his eyes and replied in a daze, "Then you can find a big bag and pretend it's a sock."

The little zombie suddenly realized, as if he had been inspired, he ran out of the bedroom door in a hurry, and then came back with a bucket of watercolor pens...

The next morning, Zhong Jing woke up in bondage, and opened his eyes to see that he had slept too much and was wrapped in a quilt.

Before he could pull the quilt cover away, the little zombie sat up from the side, and then leaned over excitedly, "Wow! Santa Claus is really amazing!"

Zhong Jing met his gaze suspiciously, not understanding the meaning of these words.

"I made a wish for Ah Jing yesterday, and he really gave it to me!" The little zombie clapped his hands, unable to hide his excitement.

"Wait, how did you know that I was a gift from Santa Claus?" Zhong Jing frowned, still confused.

"Here!" The little zombie pointed to Zhong Jing's quilt cover, "This is my temporary sock!"

Zhong Jing looked down at the place he was pointing to, and saw that there were a few big crooked characters on Su Lan's quilt cover—"To Santa Claus, these are Zong Fugui's socks~"

Zhong Jing: "..."

The author has something to say: Good night~