There are little zombies at home

Zhong Jing slept all afternoon, and he didn't feel sleepy when he got home, so he just lay on the sofa playing games with his mobile phone in his arms, while the little zombie sat straight at Zhong Jing's feet, with a whole bag of cherry tomatoes in his arms, It is also delicious to eat.

At this moment, Zhong Jing suddenly heard a few tearing sounds, and couldn't help but put down his phone and look at the little zombie.

Sensing Zhong Jing's gaze, the little zombie also fidgeted, glanced quietly at Zhong Jing, and then sat up a lot more straight.

"What was that sound just now?" Zhong Jing sat up, seeing the little zombie's buttocks moving as if to cover something, the doubts in his heart were getting bigger and bigger.

"Hoo~" The little zombie had no choice but to blink, trying to cover up the matter with cuteness.

"Tell the truth." Zhong Jing squeezed the little zombie's chin, forcing him to meet his examining gaze.

The little zombie flattened his mouth, shyly avoiding Zhong Jing's sight, hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head and refused to answer.

Zhong Jing had no choice but to pull the little zombie up, and when he looked down, he saw several deep scratches on his sofa, and even pulled out a lot of silk wool hidden inside.

"How did you do it?" Zhong Jing saw the little zombie lowering his head and playing with his hands restlessly, and couldn't help but lighten his tone, "It's okay, I don't blame you. It's normal for you to have a lot of things you don't understand when you're new here, and I have an obligation to guide you."

Hearing this, the little zombie raised his head cautiously, seeing that the seriousness on Zhong Jing's face was no longer there, he was immediately relieved.

"Roar!" After the little zombie screamed, he silently stretched out his hand to Zhong Jing. His nails were ugly, dark and dull, and they were curled up due to years of neglect.

Because of the height difference, Zhong Jing kept pulling on the little zombie's wrist, so he didn't know his nails were so long.

"Oh." Zhong Jing sighed, and then patted the empty sofa next to him, "Sit down, I'll cut your nails for you."

The little zombie obediently sat back in its original position, and when Zhong Jing found out the nail clippers, he shrank back defensively.

"It's just clipping the nails, it doesn't hurt." Zhong Jing coaxed and grabbed the little zombie's hand, regardless of his mood, and cut the first cut directly.

The little zombie was so nervous that he half-closed his eyes, but when he heard the sound, he tilted his head as if unexpectedly, and yelled softly, "Hey~"

Because of the little zombie's cooperation, Zhong Jing quickly cut all his overlong nails short, and also polished his dead skin by the way, the service was very thoughtful.

"Roar!" The little zombie opened his hands and looked at it for a long time, then stretched out his hand and tugged at Zhong Jing's sleeve.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Jing was puzzled, could it be that the ancestor was still not satisfied with the nails he cut?

"Hmm..." The little zombie pondered for a moment, then suddenly took off his shoes, and then stuffed his fleshy feet into Zhong Jing's hands, "Ho Ho Ho ~" I also want to cut here!

"Do you think I'm a nanny?!" Zhong Jing's patience was exhausted, he threw the nail clippers into the little zombie's arms and said, "Cut it yourself."

"Roar~" The little zombie was afraid that Zhong Jing would be angry, so he quickly retracted his legs, then grabbed the nail clippers and sat down in the corner of the sofa.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Zhong Jing couldn't bear to get up again, and asked in a slow tone, "Can you cut it yourself?"

"Roar!" The little zombie nodded vigorously. He just watched it for a long time and naturally learned it, but he just wanted to act like a baby to Zhong Jing, but he didn't know that it was impolite to put his feet on others.

As if to prove that he has really learned it, the little zombie curled up and carefully trimmed his nails.

Zhong Jing wanted to tease him, but before he could say anything, the phone rang.

"Do you know that I'm on vacation now?" Zhong Jing asked just as soon as he got on the phone. He had just finished filming two TV dramas seamlessly and was planning to take a break for four or five days. Called again.

"Ah Jing, I promise, this time it will only take up half a day of your time! Otherwise, how about giving you two more days off after recording the variety show?" The agent on the other end of the phone said awkwardly, "You also know that 'let's all work together "Jump" is the most popular variety show in China, and the production staff and promotions were finally negotiated. If you don't go, people will write that you are playing big names."

What the agent said was reasonable, Zhong Jing was just a young boy who had just become popular, not only did he not have the capital to play big names, but he also had to cherish this opportunity of exposure.

"Okay, I promise you." Zhong Jing let go, but glanced at the little zombie who was still immersed in cutting his nails, and hurriedly said, "But you have to do me one thing, uh, help me look after a child. "

"Okay, leave it to me." The agent replied very straightforwardly without even thinking about it.

However, the next day, when the manager saw the little zombie, his jaw almost dropped.

"This is the child you said?" The manager twitched the corner of his mouth, still a little unacceptable.

"Is there a problem?" Zhong Jing put the mask on the little zombie, and then pressed the hat, and felt relieved after seeing that he was no different from a normal person.

"No matter how I see it, he has nothing to do with the word 'child'. Could it be a giant baby?" The manager pushed his glasses, wanting to take a closer look at the little zombie, but Zhong Jing blocked his sight.

"He's a bit introverted, he can't talk, just look at him." Zhong Jing told the little zombie not to speak before leaving the house, so as not to make the manager suspicious.

The manager nodded, and then said again: "But your family's genes are really good, this child's skin is fair enough, his eyes are quite big, and his body proportions are not bad."

Zhong Jing saw that he was talking more and more vigorously, and somehow had an ominous premonition.

"Hey, do you want to debut?" In the next second, the manager passed Zhong Jing and talked directly to the little zombie.

The little zombie was afraid of life, hugged Zhong Jing's arm, wishing he could hide behind Zhong Jing.

"Wow! Black nails!" The manager saw the little zombie's fingers sharply, and suddenly screamed, making the little zombie tremble again.

"Why, what's the matter?" Zhong Jing was nervous for a moment, and while covering the little zombie's hand, he stuttered.

"He's playing rock and roll!" The manager obviously thinks differently from normal people, "Not bad, a handsome boy with a visual style! I really don't plan to make a debut? You know that this kind of nurturing youth style is very popular in China recently..."

Zhong Jing hastily interrupted him: "Don't try to trick him, he can't make his debut!"

"Tsk tsk, what a pity." The manager shook his head, and finally glanced at the little zombie, his eyes were full of regret.

Sensing the manager's eager attention, the little zombie leaned on Zhong Jing's shoulder and buried his face deeper, thinking, human beings are really scary!

The author has something to say: I haven’t written Gongshou attributes because I think Gongshou is all silly and sweet, which doesn’t sound cool at all_(:з)∠)_