Naruto: Big Foodie

Yang Ming leaned on the bedside to write something with a pen and raised his head: "My quilt is wide enough to cover a bed."

Wang Xiaoming shook his head: "That won't work, A Bing sometimes sleeps dishonestly, which will affect you."

Yang Ming looked at him: "Then he sleeps with me in the bed, you have a cold, don't catch a cold again."

"Okay." Wang Xiaoming thought that he was still catching a cold, and was about to ask A Bing to take care of Yang Ming. He told him to say so, and quickly agreed.

Before going to bed, Wang Xiaoming took the medicine again, got into the bed, and felt extremely comfortable: "A Bing has to get up in the middle of the night to pee, he will wake up himself, just turn on the light for him."

Yang Ming snorted: "Got it. Go to sleep."

As soon as his head touched the pillow, Wang Xiaoming felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy, as if a thousand weights were hanging on his head, but he refused to surrender to Duke Zhou. He closed his eyes and muttered, "What are you writing?"

Yang Ming said: "The menu of the banquet."

Wang Xiaoming wanted to say something, but his consciousness was blurred and he couldn't say it.

Yang Ming wrote for a while, glanced at Wang Xiaoming, who was already asleep, and reached out to touch his forehead. The temperature of his forehead was not too high. He didn't immediately withdraw his hand, and caressed Wang Xiaoming's slightly wrinkled brows with his fingers. One day, he will heal all the pain here.

Yang Ming took the sleeping Wang Bing outside and lay down next to Wang Xiaoming, listening to his slightly rough breathing, which fell on his heart, he closed his eyes, and thought about it, he had to do it as soon as possible. The only way is to speed up the repayment of the debt. He can't let him be so tired anymore. If it goes on like this for a long time, he won't be able to bear it.

After sleeping until midnight, Wang Xiaoming felt hot, so he pushed on the quilt. The bed was only 1.5 meters wide, and it was still a bit crowded with two quilts. Pull the quilt cover everywhere.

Yang Ming was sleeping soundly, and suddenly found a cool body close to him, he woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, understood what was going on, shook off the quilt, wrapped Wang Xiaoming inside, reached out and touched the outside, the quilt When he disappeared, he couldn't help laughing. It wasn't Wang Bing who slept dishonestly.

Feeling a little cold, Wang Xiaoming hugged the warm stove tightly, found a comfortable position, and slept peacefully. Yang Ming hugged Wang Bing closer, with the big one in his right hand and the small one in his left hand. The three of them were close to each other and squeezed into the same bed. Yang Ming only felt that his chest was bulging and something was screaming. As he was about to break through, he couldn't help but rubbed the forehead of the man beside him with the tip of his nose, and suddenly understood one thing, this feeling is called happiness.

The next day, Wang Xiaoming woke up and found that he was sleeping under Yang Ming's bed with his arms around his waist. He was so frightened that he pulled his hands back, and his vest became hot. What was the situation? He pretended to cough With a bang, he actually coughed. Yang Ming sat up: "Have you coughed?"

Wang Xiaoming laughed: "It seems a little bit. How did I sleep last night, how did I run into your bed, I must take you as A Bing. Where is my bed?"

Yang Ming said, "The quilt has fallen off. Put on your clothes quickly."

Wang Xiaoming looked over and saw that the quilt was on the floor, he laughed awkwardly, put on his clothes, stretched out a hand and landed on his forehead, he froze for a moment: "Don't burn it, I Feel much better."

Yang Ming withdrew his hand, the fever had really subsided, but unfortunately, the fever turned into a cough. He frowned and looked at Wang Xiaoming: "I'll go shopping."

"I'm going too." Wang Xiaoming covered his mouth with his hand and coughed twice.

Yang Ming said: "No. Go to the pharmacy to buy a mask, go to the store first." After that, he turned around and left.

Wang Xiaoming watched Yang Ming go by himself, so he didn't have to follow him. Well, let's enjoy the treatment of the sick.

Wang Bing arched out of the quilt: "Abo, we slept in Uncle Yang Ming's bed."

"Well, our bed was wet by you, you forgot?" I have to buy a quilt today, and I can't always squeeze into the same bed. Although it doesn't matter if two men sleep together, today's situation makes him feel So embarrassing.

"Abo, I woke up and urinated last night. Uncle Yang Ming helped me turn on the light. I went there by myself. I was not afraid." Wang Bing raised her head and asked Wang Xiaoming for credit.

Wang Xiaoming was too tired last night. He took medicine again and slept very deeply. Otherwise, how could he not know when he slept in Yang Ming's bed? Wang Bing got up to urinate, he naturally didn't know, he reached out and touched Wang Bing's Head: "It's so good."

Wang Bing is very good today: "Abo, I will dress myself today."

Wang Xiaoming looked at his nephew: "Okay, come on by yourself." He put on his trousers and got out of bed, and then handed Wang Bing his clothes. Neat: "A Bing has grown up." This compliment made Wang Bing beautiful.

After washing up, Wang Xiaoming took Wang Bing to the store. Yang Ming hadn't come back. He wanted to ask Zhang Yiwei or Zhao Xiaoyang to help, but remembered that Yang Ming didn't have a mobile phone, and it was difficult to find someone when he went there. He couldn't help frowning and wanted to go Just buy a cell phone.

Wang Xiaoming asked Zhang Yiwei: "Awei, I want to buy a mobile phone, what kind of mobile phone is good?"

Zhang Yiwei came over and said, "Boss, you finally want to change your mobile phone. I think your antique phone should be in the museum, it should have been replaced long ago."

Wang Xiaoming said: "What kind of mobile phone do you want?"

Zhang Yiwei said: "Of course you want to buy a mobile phone."

"How much?"

"More than 5,000 new ones..."

Before he could finish his sentence ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was interrupted by Wang Xiaoming: "The cheaper ones, the ones that can access the Internet, the ones that can be used on Weibo."

Zhang Yiwei looked at Wang Xiaoming: "Boss, how much are you going to buy?"

Wang Xiaoming has no understanding of the current mobile phone market: "It doesn't need to be too expensive, you can surf the Internet and touch the screen."

Zhang Yiwei laughed: "There are more of these types. Many domestic and counterfeit machines can be connected to the Internet for a few hundred yuan."

"So cheap, what about the quality?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

Zhang Yiwei said: "It all depends on luck. Some can be used for a year or two, and some will fail after a month or two."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Buy a domestic one, a regular brand, one or two thousand yuan."

Zhang Yiwei laughed: "Boss, the business in the store is so good, and you still save money so much, it's too unreasonable."

Wang Xiaoming waved his hand: "Who said I'm rich? I'm so poor that I still owe a lot of debt."

Zhang Yiwei smelled the gossip and leaned over: "Boss, are you really in debt?"

Wang Xiaoming ignored him: "You recommend me a mobile phone."

Zhang Yiwei said: "Buy a Huawei or Xiaomi. This is a better domestic machine, and the price/performance ratio is also good."