Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

"Are you blaming me?"

Mu Jing looked at him with a smile, "What's your fault?"

"... Blame me for not making a plan before?"

At the very beginning, he was not as active as he is now, even when he lived on the eighteenth floor.

At this moment, he took the initiative to offer some suggestions and opinions to her, and she might feel that he was tempting and mistrusting before to live with her under the same roof.

Anyone would be offended by this sort of thing, right?

Yin Ze felt that he had guessed right, but he ignored the specialness of Mu Jing.

Hearing what he said, Mu Jing looked at him strangely, and said, "I can do this kind of thing myself, why should I blame you?"

Mu Jing, who quickly thought of a certain question, asked again: "Are you thinking too much?"

"Did I really think too much?" No one cares about this, right?

"certainly."

Mu Jing patted Yin Ze's shoulder, and then poked his cheek with his index finger when he was unprepared, "I look like the kind of person who cares about such trivial matters?"

"Little angel, think carefully before answering, otherwise I might poke a dimple on your face."

Yin Ze looked down at the man with a slight smile on his face, but his eyes were still cold, and said, "Sorry, I was thinking too much."

Mu Jing smiled and said, "Good boy."

"..."

What did she take him for?

Yin Ze glanced at Zhou Qiyang who was thinking about something with his head down, and asked, "Isn't Qiyang also handsome and intelligent?"

The person who was called suddenly raised his head, and his eyes fell on Yin Ze's side face, when they heard their captain say without emotion: "He is still a little bit behind, no matter how hard he works, there is still something."

"Me? What's the difference?" Zhou Qiyang asked curiously.

Mu Jing looked at him with raised eyebrows, and said three words that he couldn't refute, "Power bank."

"...Okay, I will try my best."

Zhou Qiyang shrugged his shoulders indifferently. What happened three times in a row at that time made him unable to think too much. He was worried about how to continue to live every day. How could he care about the power bank that he didn't use often?

His self-awareness made Mu Jing nod in satisfaction, and said, "It's not very ventilated here, the weather is hot, take a short rest before changing to another place."

Mu Jing took off his coat and threw it on the shelf beside him, "I'll go and see what else is in the store."

"Sister, I'm going too."

Mu Yang followed, his sweaty hair stuck to his face, making his baby fat face look smaller.

Mu Jing, who had found the small fan, also found the battery beside him, put it on, opened it, and brought it to his younger brother. Looking at his slightly squinted eyes from the wind, he said, "Send some to them."

"good."

Mu Yang, who realized that he could help, happily went to deliver things, while Mu Jing continued to wander, and when he saw wet tissues, he took down a pack, took one out and wiped his face, "Bingmo, The temperature doesn't need to drop too low, it's weird not sweating in this weather."

She didn't want to attract too much attention because her body temperature was low and she didn't sweat.

Bing Mo, who was worried that his master would be overheated, restrained his strength obediently, making Mu Jing feel a little bit of heat, but not as depressed and uncomfortable as others.

I saw a small flashlight in the innermost container. After thinking about it, I went to get a shopping basket and began to pick and choose.

Flashlight, nail clippers, wet wipes, underwear...

He lowered his head and glanced at the soon-to-be-filled shopping basket, and clicked his tongue in disgust, "It's really small."