Quick Wear Host, She is Beautiful and Sweet

  Chapter 613 Doomsday pets (28)

  After finishing things, Chu Wei sent Song Duanyan back to the house, washed his hair, took a shower, washed his clothes, and his hair was 90% dry. It was almost a one-stop service for the snail girl.

  Finally, she stood at the door and said goodbye to the man: "Good night."

  Song Duanyan stood in the room, still misty under his eyes, and he looked younger and cleaner. He raised his hand with a soft voice.

"Good night."

  As soon as Chu Wu left, he returned to his house, wearing disposable gloves, and using the small objects he had just brought back to transform the ball.

  In the corner of the living room, there is a workbench that has been remodeled by him. It is brightly lit and all kinds of tools are not readily available. They are almost there.

  Under bright light, he quickly disassembled or assembled components, his hands are like the most precise and flawless instruments in the world, and every action he performs is beautiful and impeccable.

  When doing this, the lines on the man’s face are still elegant and soft, not at all ferocious, which proves that he is so handy about what he is doing now.

Not long after, Song Duanyan transformed the ball.

  White and fluffy.

   is the type that Chu Wu wants.

  He raised his head and glanced at the time. It was only half past nine.

  Before the end of the world, he usually didn't go to bed until two or three in the morning, and got up on time at 7:30 every day. He started working every day at 8 o'clock, and the biological clock was accurate.

  Only sleep for four or five hours a day.

  Because too much sleep and rest will numb his brain.

  But during this period, because of doing nothing, or because Chu Wu was too comfortable to be served every time he bathed him, his sleep time was also constantly advanced, basically around eleven o'clock.

  It's still early.

  Song Duanyan stood up and moved his slightly sour waist and fingers. He took off his gloves and repeatedly washed his fingers and even the crevices with disinfectant water.

  As soon as she turned her head, she saw the towel Chu Wu hung on the chair, which she had just used to wipe her hair.

  Song Duanyan walked over, picked up the towel without any isolation, raised his hand and smelled a faint fragrance.

  She uses the same shampoo as his, but when she breathes in the nasal cavity, the smell seems to be different, as if hers smells better and warmer.

  Song Duanyan threw the towels out to dry--for this period of time, watching Chu Wu doing these tasks, he also learned a little bit from the waste of life.

  No washing.

  Or not, or for other reasons.

  After that, he gathered his fingertips and twisted it lightly, the corners of his lips seemed to be hooked, and he did not thoroughly clean it with disinfectant water again, and went to get the book again.

  To be honest, the writings Chu Wu wrote to him are boring things and no nutrition, but time goes by slowly in this room, just take a look at it, just use it to pass the time.

  More often, he just waited in this room for Chu Wu to come back.

  He used to hate inefficient time-wasting things the most, but now, in this room, this kind of time-consuming for no reason seems to have become an interesting thing.

  I can’t say what kind of mood it was.

It seems that there is a seed buried in his heart, and there is usually no movement, but when he sees her, he can extract a little green sprout; say a few words to her, the sprout grows rapidly, giving birth to strong stems and leaves; She turned towards him again, and the flower bone at the top would bloom silently.

  As if the whole day's waiting makes sense.

  But such waiting was still too boring and long, so he made a wireless communicator.

  ——No matter where she is, he can hear her for the first time.

certainly.

  If she took the initiative to find him, that would be even better.

  However, this night is destined to be different.

  Song Duanyan pulled out a book. On the cover, a painter with gouache depicts a man and a woman. The woman's facial features are unknown, her figure is thin, and she has thick long hair.

   is very similar to that person.

   "1001 Newlyweds: Irritating Your Wife, Keep Kissing"

  Song Duanyan's fingertips paused. He didn't quite understand the meaning of the title, but because of the similarity, he finally took out the book and opened the first page...

  The following content made him frown, but because of some strange attraction, he kept reading the book.

  At this time, he still doesn’t know how he will open up a strange new world! -

the next day.

  Chu Wu went to make breakfast for Song Duanyan as usual, but found that his expression was sluggish, and there was a circle of blue shadow under his eyelids, which became more and more obvious because of his white skin.

   "Did you not rest last night?"

   "I have no rest."

  Chu Wu was taken aback, just as Song Duanyan threw the modified small ball over. This time it was white and furry, which was three points similar to Xueduanzi.

  Infuriated the latter bulged into a ball-although it was, it swelled for another day.

  【I'm not so dumb! 】

   Chu Yan stared at his dark circles: "Just because... you want to do this for me?"

   Suddenly a sense of guilt was born.

  Song Duanyan looked up at her: "No."

  "?"

  "The communicator will be ready soon, and I will be reading the rest of the time..." After a pause, as if to emphasize, "Look at the books you gave me yesterday."

  Chu Wei was even more surprised: "Is it that good-looking?"

   "Not really." Song Duanyan blocked the language, "It's very strange, many words can be understood but not understood...but I can't stop."

  Song Duanyan likes to read about it, Chu Wu also knows, think he is addicted, nodded carelessly, and said:

   "Then I will give you some more next time?"

  Song Duanyan's delicate facial features were covered with faint dark circles under his eyes, creating a sense of fragility for no reason. He looked at Chu Wu's eyes strangely and hesitantly.

  These are from her, if she wants...

   "Okay." Song Duanyan said, "I will study them as soon as possible."

  Chu Wu, who is not on the same channel at all: "It doesn't need to be so urgent."

  After all, isn’t reading just to pass the time? -

  Song Duanyan stayed in the room with the purpose of thoroughly studying the "Female to Romance Novels", while Chu Wu chose to go out and continue to be responsible for the surrounding zombies cleaning operations.

   Zhuo Shaoqing will also join with two players who are less injured.

  Chu Wu certainly would not disagree.

   Zhuo Shaoqing's ability did not break through the fifth stage, but it was also about to reach the peak level in the middle of the fourth stage, only a little worse than Chu Wu.

  In addition, he is a thunder-type ability, with strong damage power, and a large number of zombies can be electrocuted with a single shot!

   Known as Pikachu in the end times!

  Besides, he used to be a soldier. He had a clear combat thinking and smooth cooperation. Just like Song Duanyan said, it was really easy to use.

  Solved another wave of zombies. When resting, Zhuo Shaoqing came to Chu Wu's side.

   "At this speed, I can explore two more locations today..."

  He first chatted casually with Chu Wutian Nanhaibei, Chu Wu glanced at him and responded lazily. After a while, Zhuo Shaoqing cut to the point.

   "Captain Chu, the outstanding man next to you last night, where did you find him?"

  　 good night w

  (End of this chapter)