Let's go, pick up trash together

Even if he regretted it, he couldn't stop dying. No. 2 lay dead for a long time under the "coercion" of sister Lin, and finally turned over and became the master.

Get up whenever you like in the morning, burn whatever you like at noon, and move it in if you let him move it in at night-of course, No. 2 does it himself, after all, sister Lin is moving, no, moving.

"I didn't expect to squeeze you into it. You see, if you fall in the middle of the night and get cold and twist your waist, you will be fine. Man, you have a good waist."

Number 2 pulled the quilt around her neck and stretched her legs towards Sister Lin. Sister Lin's body temperature was high, like a stove, and she didn't have to worry about burns and electric leakage. It was perfect.

Whenever this time, sister Lin would always look at him quietly, then turn her head and close her eyes to ignore him.

Tsk, shy, No. 2 is absolutely sure that his own son must be shy.

What's so embarrassing, I've been asleep for so long.

The local doctor came here once in the past few days, and listened to No. 2's report on his condition, and then repeated: "Oh, I need your comprehensive care... Well, it's hard work."

As he said that, Doctor Tu glanced at the bed, then lowered his head silently, took out the medicine from his bag, and ran away without saying a word, with "seeking good fortune" written all over his face.

No. 2 said dryly: "I haven't paid you yet. I'll go. What kind of family situation is this? It's free."

Sister Lin was leaning against the head of the bed "weakly", holding various novels and literature that No. 2 picked up from the garbage dump in her hand, and on the other side were the parts he hadn't finished.

No. 2 divided the pills, walked over to sit down with the potion, and handed it to his lips: "Take it, and I will feed you later."

Sister Lin lowered her head and ate.

No. 2 looked at the line of his face when he lowered his head, and said melancholy: "Tsk, why did I lose weight?"

Sister Lin's eyes twitched, she felt that her physique was at least a circle bigger than him, and she belonged to a body model in China.Then he was taken aback, holding his face with both hands, and No. 2 approached him a lot, and said, "Shall I cook a pig's trotter for you at noon? The skin is a bit rough, brother."

Sister Lin's heart just warmed up for a second, and there was some prelude to speeding up, and her face turned black immediately after a second.

Just do what you say, No. 2 ran to the kitchen to look for pig's trotters, leaving Sister Lin alone in a mess, thinking alone whether it was meaningful to stay in this crappy place for so long, should I leave immediately?

He raised his eyes to look at the busy No. 2, and thought to himself that it's not worth it if he didn't take him back to kill him after so much fucking time.

No. 2 still doesn't know that he is being targeted. He still feels that he will have a leisurely and boring solitary life for the next 200 years, and he will never combine with a rude and powerful sentinel in his life.

What is a combination?Can it be eaten as a meal?How much is it worth?

If you give No. 2 1 yuan every month, then he will agree, why don't you just sleep?

What a big deal.

I told Dr. Tu about this on the 2nd. They talked about this topic in an open space far away. At that time, Dr. Tu's complexion was not very good, and his eyes kept glancing into the room.

Number 2 is upset: "Did you listen to me?"

Doctor Tu touched his nose: "Aren't you afraid that a sentry will hit you with 1 yuan every month? If you don't sell yourself for 1 yuan, you lose money."

If you lose money, you can lose money. Anyway, no one will know his dream.

Doctor Tu said, "Hehe."

The author has something to say:

Doctor Tu: Did I forget to tell No. 2 that the Sentinels have super-strong five senses?