Inferior pampering

Chapter 82

　　The kitten flicked its ears: "Then it's too big, it's not my size, put it on and blow the wind inside."

　　He was stupid enough to try it on.

　　He Zhuo no longer teased, only distressed in his eyes.

　　Sitting next to Ji Tingyu, he embraced him in his arms, and rubbed his soft hair with warm hands.

　　"Where have you been in the past few years?"

　　"Hmm...Diankang Volcano City, do you know that there is a small town full of blue viburnums?"

　　"I heard that the folk customs there are very open?"

　　"Ang." Ji Tingyu seemed to think of some ridiculous experiences, and his voice became much lighter.

　　"During that time, our accommodation conditions were like a roller coaster. One day we lived in a volcanic cave with air leaks on all sides, and the next day we lived in a smelly sheep house. Finally, we lived in a hotel with 24-hour hot water, but I didn't have any during that week. After a whole night's sleep, the noise of the couple next door is really loud!"

　　"Can you imagine? Whether it's day and night, midnight or early morning, they do it anytime, anywhere, like conjoined twins, with high-pitched and loud voices, or double-channeled left and right ears, my God I hid in the closet, It sounded like someone was amplifying a film in my ear."

　　He Zhuo imagined the scene of Ji Tingyu hiding himself in the closet by turning back into a kitten in order to avoid the noise. He felt distressed and funny.

　　"Didn't you knock on their door because of your dog temper?"

　　"I've done it! I've designated it! I'm afraid I won't have a crowbar in my trouser belt." Ji Tingyu put a smirk on his hips, and then shrugged in frustration two seconds later: "But after opening the door, they said I The more I shoot them, the more I feel, and I have to pay for another five minutes of shooting."

　　It took a long time for Director Ji, who was young, energetic and nonsensical, to realize that he was regarded as a part of the play by the other party, and he would beat the alpha's head on the spot as soon as he got angry.

　　"You use the stick." He Zhuo was sure that the twenty-three-year-old cat would smash the crowbar into the man's face.

　　"Yes."

　　Ji Tingyu did not disappoint him.

　　"I helped them break down the door with a crowbar for half an hour, got twenty dollars, and bought a hot dog for each of my teammates."

　　He Zhuo's pupils shrank, and he froze.

　　But Ji Tingyu just waved his hands heartlessly: "There is no way, the contact person ran away, the superior lost contact, we haven't eaten for three days, and our lives are almost gone, so what do we need to do?"

　　When he talked about these past events, he didn't have any extra expressions.

　　He didn't sing praises for himself or blame his superiors for the vegetarian meal. Even when he thought of that difficult time and the small town where wars broke out frequently, his first impression was that there were blue viburnum blooming all over the mountains and plains.

　　I have to say that such Ji Tingyu is really charming.

　　For the first time, He Zhuo saw the flowing years in him, and saw a little guy who was only the size of a sock grow into an indomitable adult, but he still maintained that youthful devotion and faith.