"No." Ming Tang felt that this person was really irritating.
Anyone who is interested in him will not let him sleep on the sofa. He has to sleep on the sofa there and here. Is it his destiny to sleep on the sofa?
"The sofa is a little small, so you can sleep on the floor." Lin Su took out a quilt from the cabinet beside him and placed it in Ming Tang's arms. "There are newspapers there, spread it out yourself. Don't get the quilt dirty, or it will waste water if you wash it."
06 I think that if the host becomes a straight man, he can really achieve the goal of making his wife angry to death. It is guaranteed to be a success, and he will feel innocent even if his wife is angry to death.
Ming Tang hugged the quilt, and at that moment, she didn't understand why she seduced this straight man. Was she trying to make herself uncomfortable?
But he finally swallowed his anger and went to spread the quilt. He put a layer of newspaper and then a layer of quilt. When he finished, he asked, "What should I cover myself with?"
No one in the room answered him. Ming Tang looked around and found that the man had fallen asleep on the bed.
[Host, you didn't cover it.] 06 reminded.
[Yeah, on purpose.] Lin Su maintained a steady breathing pattern.
“Oh, okay,” 06 said.
As expected of a host, he can switch between straight male culture and tea art culture with ease.
Ming Tang looked at the man who was sleeping soundly, with a sarcastic smile on his lips. This guy was definitely doing it on purpose. He seemed to be very straightforward in everything, but in fact, people like him were the most terrifying. He had overestimated people's hearts before.
He slowly approached, sat beside the bed and looked at Lin Su's eyebrows. He had to say that this man was very handsome. If he was more capable, perhaps countless beauties would throw themselves at him, and then he would be no different from Wang Pojun.
A good-looking appearance can also hide a dirty heart. Otherwise, why would he help him if they just met by chance?
Ming Tang placed his hand on his heart. Although he had wood-related abilities, it would be very interesting to see this man lose his power. Just like Wang Pojun, he was panicked but dared not say it out loud, and could only keep losing his temper, desperately looking for help, and finally died under the betrayal of everyone.
Ming Tang originally thought that it would be easy for him to absorb the supernatural power of a third-level supernatural person, but although his hands were clearly absorbing it, he did not feel any real sensation.
The ability to devour is something he acquired after the end of the world. As long as the power is not higher than three levels above him, he can devour it and use the power he gains at the same time. This situation is unprecedented.
The highest level currently recorded in the Doomsday Base is level seven, and he has reached level six just by absorbing superpowers. The highest level of superpowers that can be absorbed is level nine. This person... is impossible!
If he was a ninth-level psychic, why would he need to make a living under Wang Pojun? Anyone with a sound mind would not do that. What's the point?
But there were indeed some problems at the moment. Ming Tang frowned, quietly moved his hand away, left the bed and sat back on his quilt, still without covering himself.
He advised himself to find out what was going on with that ghost thing first, but tonight he felt that one trouble was coming after another, while the one who caused him trouble was sleeping soundly on the bed. The more he advised himself to be patient and keep things calm for a while, the angrier he got, so he simply grabbed the quilt and climbed onto the other half of the bed.
Anyway, if this guy dares to do anything to him, he will chop off wherever he moves.
With this belief, Mingtang slept very soundly, even snoring softly, the tail end of which sounded like the chirping of a bird.
Lin Su opened his eyes, propped up his head and looked at the person who was buried in the quilt, then reached out and lifted his eyelashes.
The little guy's aggrieved look when he sleeps is really different from his usual look. In just a short while, he has been almost squeezed under the bed.
"Are you sure he didn't roll off the sofa when he slept at Wang Pojun's place?" Lin Su asked.
06 replied dutifully: [I always use a chair to block it before going to bed, so I only fall down once or twice.]
Then every time I have to restore everything to its original state before that Pojun wakes up, wash and dress up, and pinch his body to get rid of the marks.
Tea culture is really hard to learn.
"Sleep well." Lin Su patted his back.
Ming Tang turned around and curled up, hugged the quilt tightly in his arms and muttered twice. He obviously showed no signs of waking up, and instead fell into a deeper sleep.
After a good night's sleep, Ming Tang felt a little confused when he opened his eyes. It was clearly a strange place, but he slept soundly than anyone else. However, when he looked at the other side of the pillow, he found that the man who slept there last night was gone, and on him... Ming Tang lowered his head to check, but heard a voice coming from the end of the bed: "Brother, are you awake?"
The little girl's voice was very clear, like a wind chime hanging by the window. Ming Tang loosened his fingers that were pulling at his collar and almost blurted out the name. However, when he saw the little girl's face slowly moving towards him, he realized that it was not her name.
His little moon is gone, she is no longer herself.
"Who are you?" Ming Tang loosened his collar. He was sure that no one had done anything to him.
The little girl blinked her big eyes, but answered the question irrelevantly: "Brother, you sleep in Brother Lin's bed, are you his wife?"
Even children in the apocalypse cannot be easily believed, but Ming Tang firmly believed that it was the words of fools, because even if a child of a few years old is good at acting, it will not be perfect, and there will always be clues in some places. The little girl in front of him was obviously well taken care of, and her eyes were very bright, as if there were stars in them.
Such eyes, like his little moon, have not yet learned those deceptive words.
"Who taught you these words?" Ming Tang asked, pinching her little face.
The little girl touched the place where she was touched and said, "My brother said that the one who sleeps in the same bed is the wife."
"He's your brother? I'm not your brother's wife." Ming Tang looked around the room and when he saw no one was around, he extended his hand and said, "Come here, shall I hold you and sit on the bed?"
"No!" Facing his outstretched hand, the little girl stepped back and hid at the end of the bed, but she stuck out the small flower at the end of her hair and said, "Brother said that I can't sleep in the same bed with others, otherwise I will become someone else's wife. I want to be Brother Lin's wife, not yours."
Ming Tang's fingers had stiffened when he heard her mumbling inaudibly. Although he didn't quite understand what she was saying, he roughly knew that her brother would not allow her to sleep in the same bed with others, not even to sit together.
"Then stand here, I won't let you get on the bed." Ming Tang said.
The little girl shook her head and said, "No, my brother said that those who let Chou Chou sit on the bed are bad guys."
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