Lazy cancer late stage

"I'm going to order instant noodles."

"I don't want instant noodles."

Black lines appeared on Songsang's face, "Didn't you still eat yesterday?"

Yang Zhi turned his head resentfully, "I've been eating instant noodles for three months."

"..." Blame me? "Then what do you want to eat?"

"Whatever, I want to eat!"

Songsang sighed, looking at him like this, with a sallow complexion, it's not easy for a handsome guy with healthy limbs to turn himself into a beggar.Songsang held out her hand.

"Give money."

Yang Zhi pointed to the drawer.

Songsang opened it, but there was no cash, only a card, "Credit card?"

"□□." Yang Zhi said, "The password is 234567"

Songsang let out a groan in her heart, "Do you use your card to buy vegetables? Do you have cash?"

"No."

"Okay, okay, I'll go to the supermarket to buy." Songsang took the keys and mobile phone, "I'll be back later."

It wasn't until he got out that he remembered that the gun of this guy was in his own hands.Whether he is out of his mind or really stupid, what if he takes the money away.

But... Songsang squeezed the card, feeling ready to move.This is simply to induce people to commit crimes on purpose.

I just saw a bank across the street.Do you want to see how much money is in there?

If there is less, I will buy vegetables and go back.If more...

Anyway, he was not careful, and I didn't steal it.I just took a look and it's ok.

This thought drove him to insert the card into the slot and enter the password.The password is displayed correctly.Songsang sweated in her heart.Click Balance Inquiry.

A series of numbers popped up on the page.Songsang was dazzled all of a sudden.

1, 2, 3... counted, seven digits, 300 million? !Fuck!

Songsang felt that his heart was beating a little irregularly, he moved his throat, and sweat flowed down his forehead.I quickly looked around, no one was there.

Do you want to take it?Run straight away.After thinking about it, looking up at that look, he probably wouldn't bother chasing it even if he took it, maybe he wouldn't even bother to report it to the police.

As soon as this idea came out, Songsang really wanted to slap herself, how could it be possible?Who would be so calm without 300 million?

The place where Yang Zhi lives is not very good, only about forty square meters, and the furniture is also very ordinary.How can he be so rich?In other words, is he really lacking in mind, giving 300 million to others casually!

Songsang felt that his brain was not enough.

However, the words at hand.He stared at the green card for a moment.Forget it, let's buy him food and cook first.Where there is life, there is hope.According to Yang Zhi's appearance of the few tendons, the future will be long.

After calming down, Songsang went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of good vegetables and meat, as well as various dairy products and fruits.

When I came back, I still had to take a taxi. There were so many things that I couldn’t lift them.

"I am back."

Yang Zhi ignored him at all.

Songsang stuffed everything into the refrigerator by herself, it was full.It looks so reassuring.

He bought two pots of plants at random, a pot of cactus and a pot of fleshy potted plants.Placed on desks and balconies.

It's almost six o'clock.He has been running around for a day, his back is sore, and he has to cook.

"Don't be picky eaters."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Who knows that Yangzhi suddenly became angry, "Don't talk to me!"

Songsang was taken aback, "Damn it, what are you doing?"

He looked up and turned his head to stare at him, his eyes were red and bloodshot, "Can you just treat me like a plant, feed me water and food on time, bathe me, and help me go to the toilet. At other times, just pretend I don't exist. "

Songsang was speechless, and was stunned for a while, "That means you can eat everything?"

"Don't talk to me."

"Okay, okay." Songsang stopped messing with him, put on the apron she just bought, and went into the kitchen.

Although his cooking skills are average, he has been doing it for so many years and has always supported himself.A few potlucks are no problem.

It took more than 30 minutes to fry four dishes.Braised pork, shrimp, a plate of green vegetables and shredded potatoes.I was so hungry after frying.

"Yangzhi, where do you want to eat?"

When Songsang entered the bedroom, he saw Yang Zhi staring at the computer as if in a daze. Songsang wondered if his eyeballs were going to fall out.My hands were still typing non-stop.

He has been like this for six hours, is he alright?

Bringing the food to the table, Yang Zhi seemed to be attracted by the aroma of the food, and finally regained his senses.

"feed me."

"what?"

Yang Zhi ignored his surprise and opened his mouth.

Songsang still wants to eat, his stomach is protesting.

"Can't you eat it yourself?"

"feed me."

"I'll feed you when I'm done."

Yang Zhi glanced at him, and went to touch the phone again.

"Hey!" Songsang snatched it quickly, "If you have something to say, just say hello." He said, and put his mobile phone on the table at the corner of the bed.

"Don't feed and deduct wages."

"I already said hello!" Songsang took a piece of meat and threw it into her mouth.He picked out a big bowl, put the rice in it, put another layer of vegetables on it, and sat by the bed.

"Ah~" He looked up and opened his mouth automatically.

Songsang looked at his computer while feeding him, "You are writing martial arts novels. I only know Jin Yong Gu Long about martial arts, and I read them when I was a child."

"Hmm~" Chewing food with his cheeks puffed up.

"How much do you earn per book?"

"It depends." Yang Zhi swallowed, "It's unpalatable."

Songsang turned black again, "If it tastes bad, don't eat it."

"Ah~"

"Hum!" He fed him another mouthful.

"This is not martial arts, but cultivation." Yang Zhi suddenly replied.

"Cultivation?" Songsang hadn't read a book for many years, "What is it about?"

"It's about cultivating the Tao and becoming an immortal."

"What's the point of that?"

Yang Zhi glanced at him, "I don't know either, I'll just write if anyone sees it."

Tsk... this answer...

"You haven't answered me yet, how much can you earn?"

Yang Zhi thought for a while, and replied calmly: "About a few hundred or 1000 million."

Songsang shook her hand, "Damn it! Is it true?" Writing novels makes money?

"Ah."

Songsang's eyes lit up, she dug a large spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth. "Come, come, eat more." No, no matter what, I have to stay.

"Uuuuu~"

It took 15 minutes to feed him, and when Songsang went to eat again, the food was cold.

After washing the dishes, as soon as he returned to the bedroom, he heard Yang Zhi yell, "Ah!"

Songsang was so frightened that she quickly turned her head to take a look, stretched her back, and then fell on the bed like a dead fish, and said half-deadly: "Finally finished writing."

"Let me take the computer down for you." Even Songsang could see that he was really tired.

"Well, come here and help me lower my waist."

"Hammer the waist?"

Looking up, hanging dead fish eyes, with a heavy nasal voice, "By the way, help me turn over."

Songsang had no choice but to come over and turn over the salted fish, "Butt hurts."

"It's no wonder it doesn't hurt, I've been sitting like this for a day."

Lie face up on the bed, bury your face in the pillow and "rub it."

"Ah?" Songsang thought she heard it wrong, so she just hammered her waist and rubbed her butt?

"Hurry up!" he urged feebly.Every time I finish writing an article, my body seems to be hollowed out.

"I'm obsessed with cleanliness." Songsang emphasized, "unless you go to take a shower."

"Deductor..." Before he finished speaking, he put two hands on his buttocks, and heard Songsang's voice of gnashing his teeth, "Isn't it just rubbing, I'm not gay, so what are you afraid of."

Yang Zhi secretly rolled his eyes, and said two words in his heart: Idiot!