There are little zombies at home

The TV station in the community where Zhong Jing lived was far away, and with some traffic jams, it took almost two hours to get home.

But at this time, the little zombie leaned against Zhong Jing in a low spirit, shaking his head from time to time, his already pale face was showing a little gray, and he looked very painful.

The driver obviously noticed this, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with this little brother? Can I put you at the gate of the community? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"He's fine." Zhong Jing pinched the little zombie's face, "Maybe he's a little motion sick."

Although it is very unscientific to say that zombies get motion sickness, but seeing how dizzy the little zombie just vomited a bag of tomato juice, he has to be judged to be motion sickness.

The driver saw too many people with motion sickness, so he looked back at the weak little zombie, and said nothing.

"Just stop here." Before the car reached the gate of the community, Zhong Jing called to stop.

Looking at the bustling night market nearby, the driver said hesitantly: "Mr. Huang said he would send you to the community. There are a lot of people here. What if you are recognized?"

"Celebrities also have the right to eat late at night." Zhong Jing put on his mask and pushed open the car door, "Go back and pay attention to safety."

When the driver came back to his senses, Zhong Jing had mixed into the crowd with the little zombie, he scratched his head subconsciously, and muttered: "Mr. Zhong is really easy to talk..."

At the other end, the little zombie hung on Zhong Jing's body and was dragged all the way to the barbecue stand.

He has a keen sense of smell, and immediately woke up from the discomfort in the car just now, pointing at the barbecue stand, he called out to Zhong Jing: "Hey!" I want to eat!

"Do you want to eat too?" Zhong Jing laughed. He didn't expect that the little zombie who was wilting into a ball just now could be revived with full blood just by smelling the smell of grilled skewers.

"Ho Ho!" The little zombie nodded vigorously, seeing the boss sprinkle a handful of cumin on the skewer, he immediately began to swallow his saliva.

Zhong Jing had no choice but to order thirty skewers of beef, plus two bottles of cold beer.

Of course, this beer was also added under the strong request of the little zombie. Zhong Jing only drank plain water, and when he bought the wine, it was just for the little zombie to drink.

The two wandered around the night market for a long time, and they walked home slowly until their hands were covered with shopping.

As soon as he got home, the little zombie couldn't wait to bite off the beer cap.

When he saw the people around him drinking happily just now, and some people took a sip from the bottle, he thought it was a delicious drink, but after he took a sip, he immediately wrinkled his face and yelled twice: "Ho Ho Roar!" It's so hard to drink!

Zhong Jing looked over nervously, fearing that he would spoil his stomach, and immediately poured him a glass of water.

The little zombie took the water glass and drank it all, and then put the beer away, saying that he didn't want to drink it anymore.

Zhong Jing laughed helplessly, and wanted to ask him if he wanted something else to eat, but saw the little zombie suddenly stood up straight, and then jumped up and down without bending his legs.

His jumping ability is very strong, it can be said that his head is above the ceiling and his feet are on the wooden floor.

But Zhong Jing suddenly thought that the little zombie's body is so hard that he can break through the door of his own house with his bare hands. If he hits the ceiling like this, he won't make a hole later.

So he immediately hugged the little zombie's waist, dissuading him: "Don't jump, you will jump through the floor if you jump down!"

Hearing this, the little zombie stopped obediently, but within a moment, he broke free from Zhong Jing's embrace, jumped onto the sofa, and roared proudly: "Ho Ho Ho!" Jump off the floor!

Zhong Jing had a headache, hugged him again, and said: "No, you will damage the ceiling!"

"Roar!" The little zombie yelled reluctantly, and then began to jump with controlled strength. In short, he didn't intend to give up jumping!

Zhong Jing sat on the side tiredly, thinking that he couldn't do any harm to the house anyway, so let him dance, and he should stop when he sobers up.

But what he didn't know was that this little zombie was so energetic that he jumped all night long, and the sofa went from being firm to finally making a "squeaky" sound, which made Zhong Jing sleep very hard at night. Very unstable.

The next morning, Zhong Jing woke up to the sound of the video call.

He touched the phone, swipe to connect casually, and saw Huang Qi's big face appear on the screen of the phone.

"Wow, Ah Jing, you went to cultivating immortals last night? The dark circles under your eyes are too heavy." Huang Qi screamed exaggeratedly as soon as his eyes touched Zhong Jing.

"You just wanted to talk about this when you called, huh?" Zhong Jing raised his eyebrows, wanting to cut off the video directly.

"No! You're on vacation and I'm on vacation too. I just want to see what you plan to do today, and I'll show my condolences to my new male god." Huang Qi's goal is obvious, he just made up his mind to sign the little zombie Be an entertainer.

"First of all, I don't want to tell you my arrangement. Secondly, your new male god got drunk and danced all night last night. Finally, goodbye." After finishing speaking, Zhong Jing hung up the phone directly, and then switched the phone to airplane mode.

After the call, Zhong Jing was no longer sleepy, and just wanted to see how the little zombie was doing, when he raised his eyes and saw him squatting on his bedside, his dark eyes staring straight at his... phone.

The little zombie didn't know what a mobile phone was, but just now he saw that scary human appearing on the screen, and he became curious.

"Are you sober?" Zhong Jing was concerned about another issue. If he knew that this zombie could drink so badly, he would definitely not have agreed to buy two bottles of beer yesterday!

"Roar!" The little zombie nodded. He was in a coma for a while in the early morning due to lack of energy, and he just woke up.

"Want to play with my phone?" Seeing the little zombie looking at his phone all the time, Zhong Jing handed the phone to the little zombie without hesitation.

The little zombie pursed his lips, wiped his hands on his clothes for a long time, and then carefully took the phone.As soon as he took it like this, he just pressed the lock screen button, and the screen suddenly lit up, which made him yell, "Roar!"

"Don't be afraid, you can unlock the screen by swiping like this." Zhong Jing demonstrated again, then restored the lock screen and let the little zombie operate it by himself.

The little zombie's eyes were wide open, and he placed it on the touch screen with trembling hands, but he moved it back and forth several times, but the phone did not respond.

"Roar?" The little zombie looked at Zhong Jing suspiciously, wondering why he couldn't operate the phone.

Zhong Jing patted his head and said apologetically, "Sorry, I forgot that zombies don't have body temperature..."