If you don't work hard, you have to marry the Pluto

"Plop—" the heart beat violently.

"Song Ningyi" quickly turned off the microphone manually and minimized the camera.

[Extremely evil]: "??? What happened, the power went off again?"

[Yiyi's Girlfriend Fan]: "Yiyi? Where's the person? The camera is broken?"

"Is that you, Qiaoqiao? When did you dye your hair?" There was the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against the quilt behind him.

What to do, what to do, why did Song Ningyi wake up at this time?How should I explain that I turned into him and still ran amok in his live broadcast room?The important thing is, how do I explain my transformation from a cat to a human?

As the saying goes, "putting death on the ground and then rebirth", it is precisely this desperate situation that makes the man's little head unexpectedly fly.

He pressed his face, rubbed it vigorously, and the face that was originally the same as Song Ningyi gradually distorted, and then, a delicate and elegant face spread across his face.

The man picked up his mobile phone and took a photo. Well, although it can't be said that it is very similar, it is quite similar to Jiang Yanjin's flirtatious face.

"Yiyi, are you awake? How is your body?" "Jiang Yanjin" turned around with a smile.

Song Ningyi just woke up, she was still sitting on the bed, when faced with such a blood pressure-soaring face, her body quickly backed up, and she just moved to the corner with her buttocks.

"You, how did you get in here! No, you don't know that trespassing on a private house is illegal?" Song Ningyi roared with a trembling voice.

"Yiyi, don't be so hostile to me. I didn't see that your live broadcast was interrupted suddenly. I was worried that something might happen to you. Come over and have a look." "Jiang Yanjin" stood up slowly, put on a friendly smile as much as possible, and slowly turned to Song Ningyi's bedside moved over.

"What do you want to do! Don't come here, I'm going to call someone." Song Ningyi grabbed the collar tightly with both hands, and her whole body was tightly pressed to the corner of the wall, and she couldn't even pull it off.

"This place has good sound insulation, no matter how much you shout, no one will hear you."

It was originally a statement of a fact, but to Song Ningyi it was:

"Hey hey hey, shout, even if you break your throat, no one will save you."

Without hesitation, he picked up the pillow and smashed it hard, then jumped out of the bed, and ran towards the door.

Halfway through the run, he suddenly froze.

No, I'm afraid he's a ghost, why did I run away?

Song Ningyi turned her head, raised her hand and pointed: "You! Get out for me."

The man knows very well that if he goes out of this door today, Song Ningyi will be suspicious if he can't find his pork jerky. It was Jiang Yanjin who lost face.

He simply didn't do anything, just sat down on the sofa carelessly: "Don't go, it's hard to come here."

"You!" Song Ningyi was about to curse.

"Ding dong—" the doorbell rang suddenly.

Both of them were taken aback, subconsciously looking towards the door.

Song Ningyi glanced at "Jiang Yanjin" on the sofa, walked slowly to the door, and asked softly, "Who is it?"

"Honey, it's me, your best fan Jiang Xiaojin~"

The man sat up straight suddenly, his eyes widened suddenly.

Visible to the naked eye, Song Ningyi's back stiffened suddenly, and he turned his head mechanically, looking hesitantly at "Jiang Yanjin" on the sofa.

"Honey, are you okay? I'm worried. Open the door and let me see you, okay?" The person outside continued to tirelessly ring the doorbell.

"You, who are you..." Song Ningyi's fingers trembled slightly, pointing to "Jiang Yanjin" who was smiling harmlessly on the sofa.

Jiang Yanjin tilted his head and pointed his lower lip: "I am your Jiang Xiaojin."

Song Ningyi panicked when she heard this description, and subconsciously took two steps back.

"Who is that outside the door?"

"Jiang Yanjin" said with a smile: "Maybe it's someone with evil intentions, don't worry about him, let him knock, and won't let him in."

"Huh? Honey, you didn't lock the door, so I'm sorry, you came in without authorization."

As soon as the words fell, an illusory figure walked in from outside the gate, with long hair slightly raised, which was just right for the bright smile on his face.

Song Ningyi tried the door lock subconsciously.

lie!It is obviously locked!

The house Song Ningyi rented was a one-bedroom, one-living single apartment, and the door was directly facing the small single sofa in the living room.

And there was a man sitting on the sofa who looked exactly like the man next to him, except...the man on the sofa had short hair, his demeanor and small movements that were not easy to be noticed were almost the same, so similar that he was carved out of the same mold of.

It only took a second for Song Ningyi's mouth to go from being closed in doubt to wide open in surprise.

"Yo, this trip is not in vain, I didn't expect to get some unexpected rewards." Jiang Yanjin leaned against the corner with his arms folded, and looked at the ghost on the sofa who turned into himself for some unknown purpose with great interest.

"Yo, I should say this. I never thought that I would be so famous that all the ghosts would try to imitate me." As he spoke, he raised his hand coquettishly and flicked the thin bangs on his forehead.

Song Ningyi:? ? ?Is the story of the Monkey King real or fake?

"But even if it's troublesome to imitate, you should follow up the information, Yiyi, do you think my short haircut looks good?" The unwilling person on the sofa continued to act.

Jiang Yanjin let out a "puchi" laugh, looked around quietly, and found that the silver-white kitten had long since disappeared, so he made a guess in his heart.

"But Yiyi, is your face getting any better? The sudden interruption of the broadcast scared people to death. Seeing that little face swollen, it hurts me to death." Jiang Yanjin ignored the imitation on the sofa and stretched out his hand towards Song Ning Yi's face.

"Stop, stop, don't do this with me." Song Ningyi faced her swollen face, "You two don't put on a show with me, will we see the outcome in the kitchen?"

If it was the real Jiang Yanjin, who had learned a special dish of Kung Pao Chicken during his week as a teacher, as long as he sent the two of them to the kitchen, it would be clear at a glance which was real and which was fake.

Jiang Yanjin pointed to the kitchen calmly: "Please?"

The high imitation on the sofa was not to be outdone, and also got up calmly: "Don't cry if you lose."

Jiang Yanjin rolled his eyes and entered the kitchen first.

The two put on their aprons in a dignified manner at the same time, pulled out carrots and cucumbers from the refrigerator, and rinsed them under the tap.

Song Ningyi was sitting in the living room, eating melon seeds and waiting to eat, while the two tool men were working hard in the kitchen.

That high imitation Jiang Yanjin was probably the first time his noble ten fingers were wetted by this Yangchun water. He washed them very inexperiencedly, and his palms were itchy from the small thorns on the cucumber skin.

"Young master, it's almost done, there's no need to make yourself uncomfortable."

Jiang Yanjin put the cucumber on the cutting board, raised the knife and dropped it, and the cucumber instantly turned into a pile of evenly sized cubes.

High imitation Jiang Yanjin was not to be outdone, he raised his sword and fell——

Almost lost my hand.

"Forget it, I advise you to go back and forth while Yiyi is out of sight, so as not to embarrass yourself when you can."

High imitation Jiang Yanjin clenched the kitchen knife, his chest heaving slightly: "Did I give you too many good looks, so that you forgot your identity?"

Jiang Yanjin raised his eyebrows: "Don't dare."

After a while, he picked up the kitchen knife again and slowly cut the cucumber clumsily.

Jiang Yanjin shook his head helplessly, and continued to keep his head down and busy with his own affairs.

The high imitation Jiang Yanjin cuts very slowly, the real Jiang Yanjin over there has finished chopping the chicken, and he hasn't finished dealing with the cucumber.

Not only that, but there were streaks of blood on the fingers of his left hand.

As Jiang Yanjin's unique diced chicken, he can stir-fry this dish with his eyes closed. When the high imitation Jiang Yanjin finally finishes cutting the cucumbers and starts cutting carrots, the unique diced chicken is out of the pan...

Jiang Yanjin raised an eyebrow at Gao Fang: "Sorry, I'll take a step first."