There are little zombies at home

In the end, Zhong Jing took out an old mobile phone with a resistive screen from the utility room for the little zombie to play with. He couldn't use it, so he pressed it casually a few times and stuck it to his ear, then kicked Zhong Jing to signal him to cooperate. Said: "Ho Ho!" Quickly answer my call!

Zhong Jing sighed, raised his mobile phone to his ear, and asked with his acting skills proficient: "Hey, who are you?"

"Ho Ho Ho!" The little zombie immediately responded excitedly, and even bumped into the door frame because he jumped too high.

"Oh, it's a little zombie." Zhong Jing agreed, but didn't know what to say, so he changed the subject, "Do you want to go out with me today?"

"Roar!" The little zombie nodded hastily.

"Then why don't you wash up?" Zhong Jing raised his eyebrows, and sure enough, he saw the little zombie drop his phone and quickly jumped into the bathroom.

Zhong Jing taught the little zombie how to use the faucet and toothpaste and toothbrush yesterday, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.He took advantage of the opportunity to put down the phone, recalled his actions just now, and immediately cursed angrily, "Am I sick?!"

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Zhong Jing's identity is not suitable for going to places with too many people, and a friend just happened to give him a few tickets to the hot spring villa, so he thought about taking the little zombie to the hot spring.

Although the hot spring villa is in the suburbs, it is not far from his home in terms of distance, so Zhong Jing simply drove the little zombie there by himself.

The little zombie sat in the co-pilot, allowing Zhong Jing to fasten his seat belt, and then took out the old mobile phone that Zhong Jing gave him.

There are games in the old mobile phone, but they are Plants vs. Zombies and Fruit Slicing many years ago. The little zombie just clicked on the previous one, and saw the word "zombie" appear on the screen, and excitedly twitched Zhong Jing's sleeves, shouted: "Ho Ho Ho!" This is me!

Zhong Jing glanced at him, smiled lightly and shook his head, and replied, "Well, they are indeed your kind, but they are much uglier than you."

The little zombie didn't understand what he meant. After clicking start, he saw gray and hunchbacked zombies slowly appearing on the screen, and he couldn't help but flatten his mouth in disappointment.

"This game is for you to destroy it." Zhong Jing explained from the side, stretching out his hand to drop the sunflower and pea shooters on the top column, "Your goal is to destroy all the zombies, otherwise you will be killed if he runs home." lost."

The little zombie listened attentively, he probably understood the rules of the game, and followed Zhong Jing's actions to start the game. Although he felt a little slow in his movements, he barely passed the novice level.

Zhong Jing looked sideways at his little zombie who was happily playing the game of fighting zombies, couldn't help but smile and turn his eyes back to drive seriously.

In 10 minutes, Zhong Jing arrived at the hot spring villa.

Because it was not a holiday, there were not many people in the hot spring villa, but Zhong Jing didn't plan to go to the public hot spring, but went directly to the front desk to ask for a room with a hot spring.

He didn't deliberately wear a mask at the moment, and the front desk looked up at him frequently, and finally saw that he had taken the room card before carefully asking: "Can I leave a signature?"

Zhong Jing was taken aback, and wanted to deny it, but then remembered that he had just shown his ID card just now, so he had to take the pen from the front desk and quickly left a signature.

"My mother really likes the TV series you acted in!" The front desk couldn't restrain the joy in his heart when he was about to get an autograph. "Especially the TV series that you cheated on many times, my mother has watched it several times."

"Thank you, and your mother for your support." Zhong Jingqian nodded with a smile, thinking that this sounded a bit wrong. Although he has filmed many family dramas and costume dramas, he really has nothing to do with women's friends ah.

After bidding farewell to the front desk, Zhong Jing was about to look back for his little zombie, but he saw the little zombie timidly standing at the door, and opposite him was a security guard who was yelling at him.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Jing hurried over, pulled the little zombie behind him in a defensive manner, and then looked at the security guard.

"You still dare to ask me what's wrong? Why are young people so unqualified nowadays, picking other people's flowers at will, if I don't see it, this potted plant will be picked bald by him!" The security guard pointed to a few pots beside him. Chrysanthemum, speaking in a very excited tone, "It's too much!"

"Sorry, sorry." Zhong Jing said repeatedly, and glanced at the potted plants with only a few small chrysanthemums left, with a guilty expression on his face, "How about I try to compensate you as much as possible?"

"Compensation?" The security guard became even more angry when he heard it, "I have taken care of the flowers for so long, can compensation alone solve the problem?"

"Then you..." Zhong Jing was a little embarrassed, because he couldn't find a better solution other than compensation.

"Oh, forget it, let's go." The security guard waved his hand, seeing that Zhong Jing was sincere, and didn't intend to embarrass Zhong Jing, "But this young man looks old, you should take good care of him, and you can take care of him in the future." You can’t pick flowers casually.”

"Yes, yes." Zhong Jing responded, pulled the little zombie who couldn't speak and bowed, and then it was over.

Zhong Jing was not angry with the little zombie in the hall, dragged him all the way to the room, and pressed him against the back of the door as soon as he entered.

"Tell me, what are you doing picking other people's flowers?" Zhong Jing put his hand on the little zombie, with a serious expression on his head.

"Pfft~" The little zombie just opened his mouth, and the petals sprayed out. When he looked at it again, there were still a few petals of chrysanthemum hanging from the corner of his mouth, but he did not forget to complain, "Ho ho ho ho!" It's not delicious!

"Why do you want to eat flowers?" Zhong Jing even had a headache, and raised his hand to wipe off the flower petals on his face with the little zombie's saliva, thinking that he didn't know that there were zombies that could eat flower petals as food.

"Hooo~" the little zombie groaned, and took out his mobile phone. It happened to show a zombie eating sunflowers, and then his level became much higher. Liar!

Zhong Jing sighed helplessly, took the mobile phone of the little zombie, and told him patiently: "This is a game, not reality. You must remember that things that are not yours cannot be touched, let alone destroyed, you understand?"

The little zombie stared wide-eyed, thoughtfully took out the small drawing board and wrote on it——can't touch anything?

"Of course you can touch your own things." Zhong Jing nodded and said, the next moment he saw the little zombie's suddenly enlightened expression.

Just when Zhong Jing thought he understood what he meant, and turned around to walk into the room, he felt a weight behind his back, and the little zombie threw himself on him, and even screamed a few times: "Ho Ho Ho!" Touch me man!

The author has something to say: Sorry for being late, blowing too much air conditioner and catching a cold will affect typing speed _(:з」∠)_