Chapter 395: In order to survive in the end times, I recommend myself to be the boss’s bedmate (2)
In order to survive in the end times, I recommended myself to be the boss's bedmate (Twenty)
"Brother, brother! Look what I found!"
The person wrapped tightly in a white down jacket tried to jog a few steps, but soon gave up due to his mobility problems.
Even so, it couldn't stop his eyes from sparkling with stars as he ran excitedly towards Lance.
"Well, did you find something good?"
Lance was in the habit of leaning forward slightly and stretching out his hands, clearly indicating that he was going to hug.
Song Ning didn't mean to do that originally, but his body's instinct made him pounce when he saw this movement.
Compared to him who was bloated and had difficulty moving, Lance, who was wearing a rather tight black sweater with only a light gray long windbreaker on the outside, was able to pick him up without any hindrance.
Song Ning instinctively hugged his neck and said happily.
"I just found the materials for a greenhouse in that store. How about we build a greenhouse behind the house and grow some fresh vegetables?"
Ever since he heard Zhu Mingjian talk about it last time, he has been thinking about these things.
"You like vegetables? Is the stuff put away?"
He thought that all humans hated vegetables. Was the information collected by the database wrong?
"It's all put away, but I took half. I'll leave the other half for someone else who needs it. You mean vegetables? It's not like you like them either."
Song Ning slid down from him and put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker.
"But haven't we eaten vegetables for a long time? It's okay now, but what if you get constipated later?"
He is very serious.
Lance also put his hands into his pockets, and consciously intertwined the fingers of his big palm with the small hand.
"I won't eat it if I don't."
His human didn't seem to notice, and if he was going to be constipated he would have been by now.
But Lance has been secretly providing his humans with various supplements, so even if humans don't eat vegetables in their lifetime, this problem will not arise.
"No? Why?"
Song Ning didn't understand, "But if I don't eat vegetables, then maybe..."
He suddenly realized slowly that he seemed to have not eaten any vegetables since he had been with Lance.
Then how come he is still fine now?
Song Ning thought for a while, and his little face suddenly turned yellow.
What were his humans thinking?
Lance just found it incredible. The human brain was really interesting. If he had the chance, he would really like to know how the human brain usually worked and why he could not figure out what humans were thinking.
Song Ning walked for a long distance holding Lance's finger before quietly signaling Lance to squat down.
Lance did so.
Song Ning leaned over and asked in a low voice.
"Brother, why am I not constipated? It seems like we haven't eaten vegetables for a long time?"
His face was blown red by the wind and snow, and his eyes looked around but he didn't dare to look at Lance.
He had a suspicious idea, but he didn't dare to say it. After all, the idea always seemed a little unhealthy.
But did he reasonably suspect that he might have been passively unimpeded?
Seeing his little human movements and expressions, Lance became inexplicably angry.
Sometimes his humans would say something shocking, but sometimes they didn't even need to speak, their eyes could vividly convey a lot of information that he could understand at a glance.
Apart from simply holding the man down and giving him a good beating, Lance really didn't know any other way to stop this human from saying those shocking words.
"Whatever you're thinking, it's not what you think."
"No, isn't it?"
Song Ning was shy, but inexplicably a little disappointed.
He thinks his idea is reasonable?
After all, it is always difficult to take extra classes. If you think about it the other way around, isn’t it because of this that he has been able to move forward without any obstacles?
He felt back and only touched his belt.
This down jacket is too thick. Song Ning sighed and gave up.
"No."
Lance kept walking forward with a blank expression on his face. These words should not be said outside.
He originally thought that his humans wanted to come out to search for supplies and experience the addiction of their newfound superpowers, but now it seems that his humans are more suitable to be kept in that house by him.
And then warming his bed every night as they agreed would be perfect.
"Okay, if it's not, then it's not."
Song Ning sighed even more.
Lance suddenly stopped.
He lowered his head, Song Ning looked up in confusion, and they looked at each other for two seconds.
"Don't you know what you are like?"
Lance thought about it and gestured slightly.
Simple, but very vivid.
What doesn't he know?
What happened to him?
What should he know?
Song Ning reacted blankly for a full five seconds, and a hint of crimson slowly crept from the exposed half of his neck to his forehead.
"elder brother!"
What is Lance talking about?
Song Ning's face turned red with shame, and her eyes were full of disbelief.
"When did you do these actions?"
Lance clearly used to be a man of action without words.
When did you learn to be bad?
Oh, what's going on in his mind?
Song Ning was both embarrassed and anxious. He shook off Lance's hand and walked forward with his head down.
He doesn't want to talk to Lance anymore. It always ends up like this!
Seeing the figure in front of him, a deep smile appeared in Lance's eyes.
The corners of his eyebrows raised three full degrees, and he slowed down his pace and followed behind his human.
This look is also very cute. It turns out that his human is well taken care of by him.
Driving the Snow Sled 2.0 back to the small building, Song Ning saw from afar a snow sled of the same model parked downstairs.
"Brother, are you Zhu Mingjian's man?"
Song Ning pressed down on Lance's pocket.
"Ah."
They are the two human cubs who came last time.
Lance drove the people back, and when the two men saw them, they immediately came up and bowed deeply to apologize.
"I'm sorry, we were both blind and ignorant last time and offended you."
After apologizing, one of them winked at the other.
The man waved his hand, and a large amount of supplies immediately appeared on the ground.
"Ok?"
Lance became more interested.
These two humans actually have spatial abilities? He then remembered that Zhu Mingjian mentioned using another secret as an exchange last time, and this was probably what he was referring to.
"Our brother Mingjian said that these things were the compensation that we had agreed on before."
Xiao Lou scratched his hair. He was the one who possessed the space-related ability.
"Our brother Mingjian also said that he has another piece of news to tell you."
A Feng beside him looked a little more serious. He rummaged around in his pocket and took out a crystal core.
"You should have seen this, right?"
Song Ning was squatting there, staring at the juicy tomatoes, eggplants and Chinese cabbages with great interest. He turned around and exclaimed when he heard what was said.
"Is it the crystal core in the zombie's brain?"
They also collected a lot.
"Yes, but this thing has another use."
A Feng took a deep breath, "Brother Mingjian suspects that this will help increase superpowers, but currently I can't find a suitable way to use it."
After he said that, he couldn't help but look at the two of them a few more times. He didn't quite understand why Brother Mingjian wanted to tell these two people such important news, but since Brother Mingjian asked them to do so, he just did it.
"is it?"
Lance looked at the zombie crystal core, said just this one sentence and sent the man away.
The two returned to Zhu Mingjian to report.
"He just said these two words?"
After Zhu Mingjian sent everyone away, he paced back and forth in the conference room.
Finally he decided to trust his instincts.
"Give orders to everyone to be careful when they get zombie crystal cores in the future. Store them in a safe place for the time being and do not study them casually."
The man's attitude gave him an inexplicable sense of crisis.