She can do whatever she wants with top-notch charm in game of death

After Tong Mu finished eating, he cleaned the kitchen in a disciplined manner according to Fu Guanmo's request.

She couldn't go out today, but that didn't mean she didn't do anything.

She first stood on the balcony and recorded the people who were still below today.

Uncle Wang, Aunt Liu, Aunt Zhang.

According to what Fu Guanmo said, these people who are completely unaffected by the thick fog should be NPCs...or ghosts.

The thick fog has not actually spread into the yard, but has already formed a black wall at the gate.

The mist was rolling, and no one dared to go in to explore what was in the mist.

Tong Mu confirmed the number of people, listened for a while, and then gave up after confirming that he could not hear clearly.

During this period, she also took advantage of the terrain and discovered someone a few floors downstairs wearing thick masks and going out.

These may be players.

At the same time, this also made Tong Mu realize that maybe someone upstairs was observing her.

Fortunately, she took good protection measures. Not only did she wear a straw hat that she found somewhere in the house, but she also wore Fu Guanmo's coat to block her figure. Even her movements were well covered.

Tong Mu believes that when others see her, they will subconsciously think of her as an old man who is afraid of the cold.

Tong Mu watched for a while and remembered the appearance and characteristics of several players.

Among them was Du Jun, who went out to take a look at the situation.

[Second floor, male, with long hair, oblique bangs, thin, yellowish to dark skin, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing nicotine rubber shoes.]

The weather was really hot. After standing for a while, Tong Mu couldn't stand it anymore. So he hurried back home.

After unloading his equipment, Tong Mu immediately entered the bedroom.

Fu Guanmo held a cold knife in his hand and was wiping it carefully with a handkerchief. Tong Mu paused and walked in as if nothing had happened.

The sword looked mighty and domineering, like a magic weapon in the hands of a general galloping on the battlefield in ancient times. The blade exuded a violent aura. She took one look at it and felt a chill running up her spine.

To be honest, it was already 2022, and there were still people using such swords, and she saw them.

Tong Mu had to say, this looked... quite flattering on him.

She entered the room and took out the air conditioner remote control.

"30 degrees."

Tong Mu paused and gritted his teeth.

"It's only 29 degrees outside. I need to cool it down..."

She was about to complain when she suddenly felt a light piercing her eyes.

Tong Mu calmed down and looked carefully, only to find that it was the blade of the sword he had just wiped.

The blade of the knife was too bright and reflected the light from the window.

Tong Mu:......

She felt as if she was being threatened.

Fu Guanmo's dark eyes were locked on her, and the word "sanction" was written all over his handsome face.

Tong Mu swallowed back the words he was about to blurt out, "Okay."

Forget it, let's just say thirty degrees, as long as I can give her some air.

She lay back on the bed and blew in the wind for a while.

There was no stool in the bedroom, and Fu Guanmo refused to commit himself to the small stool in the living room. He was currently sitting by the bed.

Tong Mu usually chats downstairs. When they get along, apart from eating, even if they rest in the same room at night, the lights are turned off.

Seeing Tong Mu return, he put away the knife, took out a book, and quietly watched her series of smooth operations.

I went to bed without changing clothes or taking a shower.

It is really torture to stay in the same space with such a person.

Fu Guanmo withdrew his gaze and looked at the book in his hand.

The person on the bed seems to have ADHD and turns over from time to time.

To blow the air conditioner, you have to turn it over.

He couldn't concentrate, so he had to put down the book and look at her lightly.

Tong Mu blew the wind for a while, and suddenly felt that he was being stared at by a gaze that was too strong to ignore.

She opened her eyes and met a pair of faint eyes.

Fu Guanmo lowered his head slightly, "Did someone put nails on the bed?"

Tong Mu didn't speak.

Judging from their habits over the past few days, behind his question was definitely a sarcastic sentence!

Sure enough, when she didn't answer, Fu Guanmo still sneered.

"I saw that Miss Tong was tossing and turning, as if she couldn't lie down properly."

She is not dead. Of course she will turn over when she is lying on the bed!

Tong Mu wanted to talk back, but suddenly remembered that she had never heard him turn over at night.

She weakly closed her mouth and did not dare to speak.

Fu Guanmo: "Since it feels uncomfortable to lie down, get up and stand over there."

Fu Guanmo pointed to the corner by the window.

Tong Mu stared at him, "Fu Guanmo, don't bully others too much."

"?"

Tong Mu gritted his teeth, "I also have dignity!"

Fu Guanmo raised his eyebrows, "Okay, you can make lunch later. The food is in the refrigerator."

Tong Mu:......

Good, very good!

Man, you managed to get my attention!

"You want me to cook?" Tong Mu pouted, "Don't even think about it!"

She cursed and got up from the bed, holding her slippers and standing at the foot of the bed.

"I insist on standing in the corner!"

The boss stared so hard that the whites of his eyes rolled out.

But Fu Guanmo didn't look at Tong Mu at all, which made Tong Mu very discouraged. Her eyes couldn't even match the look of a man with a paralyzed face!

After staring for a long time, seeing that he ignored her, Tong Mu looked away in frustration.

He put on his slippers properly, blinked his dry eyes, and looked away.

Fu Guanmo couldn't read the book at all, staring at the cold words on the book, but he unconsciously noticed a series of behaviors of Tong Mu.

He's a tough talker, but he's pretty good at finding a way out for himself.

Yes, like his grandfather’s cat, every time he found something to eat on the table, he would make a few fake moves to pretend that he didn’t know how to eat it.

Fu Guanmo felt funny in his heart and turned a page of the book leisurely.

Tong Mu looked out of the bedroom window and saw nothing. After standing for a long time, she heard a strange noise coming from outside.

She was stunned and turned back to look at Fu Guanmo.

The man's slender index finger rested on the page of the book, as if he didn't care about the situation outside.

"Don't make a sound. If someone knocks on the door outside, don't pay attention."

Tong Mu nodded, carefully returned to the door, and took out a baseball bat.

Fu Guanmo caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye and breathed a sigh of relief.

Nunchucks and the like are really not suitable for a rookie like her.

Tong Mu held it gently in his hand and listened to the sounds outside. Sure enough, after a while, someone banged on the door.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone? Open the door!"

"Open the door, damn!"

The people outside were very anxious. When they saw that there was no sound inside, they immediately kicked the door hard.

The big iron gate was so stepped on that it was deformed.

"There's no one inside, go over there and have a look!"

The voices outside were so noisy that it was difficult to hear what was being said. Only a few words that stood out above the crowd were heard by Tong Mu.

Not long after, calm outside finally returned.

She exhaled a breath, came out of the bedroom, looked at the deformed door, and sighed quietly.

Today's young people are indeed... quite powerful.

If he kicked her, wouldn't she die on the spot?!