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

"What kind of ghost household census, there are ulterior motives at all." Song Ningyi picked up the pillow, as if this was the damn Pluto, and then punched the pillow hard.

Chu Qiao stood on the spot, huddled and looked at Song Ningyi who was going crazy for some reason, not daring to go forward.

Song Ningyi was tired, threw the pillow on the bed, took out her phone and opened the calendar.

There is still half a month before the day of PK with Chu Qiao, and Chu Qiao has been living at his place for the past few days, and the live broadcast has been going on for a month. At first, the fans were worried that something happened to him, but as time went on, That's all.

Chu Qiao, who originally had 233 million fans, disappeared for a month without any reason, and the number of fans plummeted by more than 30. The live broadcast room, which was originally very lively even when it was not on the air, was now as cold as snow in winter.

After all, what can't be kept in this world is the human heart besides the snow that melts when it is warm, not to mention these ghosts, who have no heart in the first place.

And Pluto chose to do this kind of census of ghost households at this time, making it clear that Chu Qiao would definitely lose to Song Ningyi even if the broadcast started again. After all, after several PKs, his reputation has already resounded throughout the hell, if Chu Qiao loses , Pluto's side is really a loss of life and wealth, and he can only hold his ghost black for the rest of his life.

So he had to find a way to deport Song Ningyi before the PK.

And the reason why Pluto dared to agree that Song Ningyi would let him and Chu Qiao fly together as long as he won the PK was because Pluto had enough confidence that Chu Qiao would never lose in this PK, but he did not expect that Well, this kid is a love brain at all, as long as he talks about love, he doesn't care about anything, resulting in a large loss of popularity, and he may lose PK in the end.

The more Song Ningyi thought about it, the more angry she was, and she rushed to Chu Qiao, "You, go back to the underworld now."

Chu Qiao frowned slightly, feeling uneasy in her heart: "Why did you push me away?"

"Do you still remember my PK appointment with you?"

Only then did Chu Qiao slightly stretch her brows: "This is the end of the matter, so there's no need for it."

"No, it is necessary, especially necessary, and the PK has been advanced, the day after tomorrow, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

After hearing this, Chu Qiao walked slowly to the edge of the bed and sat down, rubbing her slender fingers, looking a little nervous.

After a while, he raised his head, his eyes were extremely firm: "I don't want to PK with you anymore, because I don't want to stand on the opposite side with you, I abstain, I admit defeat."

"You don't want to, but someone is forcing us from behind. To be honest, Pluto already knew about this. He once mentioned it to me. As long as I win you in PK, I won't bother us anymore. Otherwise, you still have to Go back to him obediently, don't think about running away, even if you run to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape his control."

Song Ningyi pressed Chu Qiao's shoulder: "I beg you, don't let me live in fear every day, for fear that one day you will leave me, okay?"

Chu Qiao's fingertips retracted slightly, and he stretched out his arms to hug Song Ningyi tightly, with indescribable emotions in his heart.

On the one hand, I am very pleased that there is a person who cherishes me so much in this world;

On the other hand, because I cared too much about him, I was still unable to tell the truth.

But once he told a lie, he had to tell a hundred more lies to cover it up, and he was anxious and restless every day, for fear of saying a wrong sentence and revealing his trap.

Song Ningyi patted him on the back: "Okay, okay, I'll see you soon after the PK is over."

****

As soon as Chu Qiao left, the originally bustling home seemed deserted. It was obviously only a short separation, but Song Ningyi felt that the seconds seemed like years.

He sat on the bed, looked at the clothes that Chu Qiao didn't take away, grabbed them, hugged them in his arms, and smelled them.

Even though he was using his own laundry detergent, it obviously had the same smell, but it still had a unique fragrance that belonged to Chu Qiao.

It's just that it seems a little familiar, and it seems that someone else has also smelled this smell.

Are you overthinking yourself?

Just when he hugged Chu Qiao's clothes and missed the good time spent with him——

"Bang bang bang!" There was an impolite knock on the door.

"I'll say it one last time. I just replaced this door panel. If it breaks, you will be responsible for replacing it with a new one." Song Ningyi muttered dissatisfiedly, and opened the door with resentment.

A face that looked like a horse but not a human appeared at the door, with two big nostrils staring at Song Ningyi behind the door.

Song Ningyi: ...It's not convenient, you'll get used to it after watching it a few times.

"Hello, sir, this is your courier." The horse-faced man fished a small box from behind, "Please sign for it."

"Who sent it?" Song Ningyi asked casually after signing.

The horse-faced man ignored him, took the receipt, put the box on the ground, and disappeared into the corridor like a whirlwind, wagging his big tail.

Song Ningyi picked up the box and knocked on it.

There was a faint sound from inside.

Is it a living thing? !

Could it be that the black fans sent some face huggers over to disgust him?

He quickly glanced at the sender.

"Chu Qiao."

What did Chu Qiao send?

He tore off the wrapping tape, opened the box, and inside was a pink plastic box, with a bunch of golden fur protruding from the breathing hole of the box.

"Meow..." A faint sound came from the box.

It's a cat!

Song Ningyi was ecstatic, and quickly opened the box to explore it.

Not just cats!It's still Chu Qiao's own chinchilla, the one named Pupu!

A note was pasted on the box, and on it was a line of elegant small characters:

【Afraid that you will be lonely, let PuPu accompany you——Chu Qiao】

Wuwuwu Chuqiao is such a peerless god, he was really wronged to be born in the underworld.

Song Ningyi hurriedly took the kitten out of the box, and the kitten was raised by Chu Qiao with a very good personality and was not afraid of strangers. As soon as it came out, it looked around curiously and sniffed everywhere.

It ran under the cat climbing frame with its big tail raised, and went up the room along the pole. Maybe it smelled the smell of its own excrement shoveler, and fell limp in the cabin, rubbing its head against the blanket.

I have to say that this little guy is much more family-friendly than that fat jerky. He has a docile and cute temperament, a petite and soft body, and he is very good at acting like a baby.

Sweet in her heart, even if Chu Qiao returned to the underworld, she still remembered her side, and even sent his favorite Xiao Mi all the way to accompany her to relieve boredom.

Wait, this Xiaomi must have also been changed by Chu Qiao, after all, he has a previous criminal record, so it is reasonable to doubt.

Pupu lay on the ground in the hut for a while, feeling lonely, jumped down again and paced to Song Ningyi's feet, rubbing his head against his calf, then grabbed his pants and begged for a hug.

Song Ningyi: "With such a good personality, she must not be cocky."

In the evening, a live broadcast was launched for the first time, and the title was entered:

[I've been too busy recently, so I'm here to apologize. 】

The influx of more than 10 million fans within 100 minutes of the broadcast can be described as an unprecedented super event since the establishment of the Sanzhi APP, and even the former No. [-] leader did not have this appeal.

Although 100 million is not comparable to the big anchors in the world, this is a hell after all, and the mere 100 million ghosts account for one-third of the total number of ghosts in the hell.

[Xiao Yehua]: "I paid attention on the day of the battle between the anchor and Black, but the broadcast didn't start after that. It was too difficult for me."

[Yiyi's Girlfriend Fan]: "The era of rabbit-headed terminators pays attention, and the ten-year-old fan is proud and proud."

[Eating Your Mother]: "Yi Yi's previous live recordings have been engraved in my DNA, and I urgently need fresh videos to accompany me to sleep."

Song Ningyi smiled: "Is my live broadcast so hypnotic?"

[Eat your mother]: "No, no, I just want to express that the Yiyi people have a sweet voice and a good medicine for insomnia."

[Hell's Angel Wang Baoqiang]: "So what's hot today, hurry up, my saliva is ready to move."

The small gifts in the barrage are constantly swiping, and the number of fans is also rising at an astonishing rate. After all, in the eyes of Guizi, their Yiyi not only knows how to cook, but also plays games well. Most importantly, The face-slapping skill is full, whoever wants to PK with him has to weigh it carefully.

Song Ningyi: "Actually, today's anchor is not me, but—"

He picked up Pupu from his arms, and slammed it in front of the camera.

Pupu remained motionless, staring curiously at the big square guy in front of him.

[Yiyi's Girlfriend Fan]: "Wow!!! Cat! It's not the original one!"

[fox]: "It's so cute! But it looks familiar."

[Tiger-headed tiger-brained cute]: "Isn't this Chu Qiao's cat? The one named Pupu, with those big green eyes, it's because it didn't run away."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the barrage.

Why was Chu Qiao's cat stolen from Song Ningyi's house?

still is……

[Yiyi's girlfriend fan]: "Is it true that Yiyi and Qiaoqiao are really in a relationship, are you looking forward to Yiyi szd?"

[My DNA has moved]: "Don't say that, the person involved will be very embarrassed if they see it. Isn't Yiyi and Chu Qiao always on good terms? Maybe Yiyi borrowed it for a few days."

[Ah this]: "Then I'm relieved, I thought I was broken in love..."

Song Ningyi looked at the barrage of different opinions, took a deep breath, and stroked the soft little head of Bupu to strengthen his courage:

"I stole it, don't tell Chu Qiao, I'm afraid he will come and chop me with a knife."

A barrage of "2333" floated by.

Of course no ghost would believe it, they were more willing to believe that it was Chu Qiao as a friend who sent her cat to Song Ningyi to play with for two days.

Song Ningyi followed the fur and said with a smile: "Actually, in the human world, kittens can usually eat a little raw flesh and blood. This will help their bones develop, prevent them from getting sick, and their fur will look better."

The chicken drumsticks were taken out to defrost, the soft and white meat looked very appetizing even if it was raw.

Pupu seemed to have never tasted food, squatting next to the little chicken leg and smelling it for a long time.

Sprinkle a little sulfuric acid on the chicken legs, then pour the goat's milk into the cat food bowl.

Seeing everything in front of her eyes, Song Ningyi couldn't help but sigh: These things were originally prepared for that fat jerky, but it's a pity that it took shape before it had time to eat.

Pupu sniffed and licked tentatively.

This lick completely opened the door to its new world!

This tender taste!Fresh and fragrant taste!Meow has no regrets!

Pupu started the imperial engine and snorted, holding the chicken leg with two small claws, biting the chicken leg meat with sharp teeth, the long hair around the mouth was stained with a little blood.

[Huang Bo's Fairy Stick]: "Hiss - I actually drool watching a cat eat."

[Eat your mother]: "This imperial engine is worthy of being raised by Chu Qiao."

But amidst the barrage of "I'm hungry", an extremely discordant red and bold barrage floated past:

"I heard that there are microorganisms and parasites in raw meat. It's not appropriate to feed cats like this. You can't do it for the sake of making money."

The author has something to say: What kind of cat do you like?

I like Chinchilla, Siberian Forest Cat and Maine Coon the most (I like both long-haired cats), but there is only one fat and beautiful short brother at home. His face is like a big pancake. Doing repeated horizontal jumps on the ground, sleeping like a pig during the day, shaking him awake and scratching me ==

Work hard to make money by coding, and strive to take home the jinjila that I miss so much at the end of the year~