Chapter 129 Are you blaming me?

   "Are you blaming me?"

   Mu Jing smiled and looked at him, "What's your fault?"

   "...You 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.

   Take the initiative to give her some suggestions and opinions at this time, she may feel that he has been tempted and distrusted before to live with her under the same roof.

   Anyone would be upset by this kind of thing, right?

  Yin Ze thought he guessed right, but he ignored the special character of Mu Jing.

   Mu Jing looked at him strangely after hearing what he said, "I can do this by myself, why should I blame you?"

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

   "Am I really thinking too much?" No one cares about this, right?

"Of course."

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

   "Little angel, think about it before answering, or I may poke a dimple on your face."

  Yin Ze lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the person with a little smile on his face, but his eyes were still cold, and said, "Sorry, I think too much."

   Mu Jing smiled and said, "Be good."

  “…”

   What did she take him for?

  Yin Ze glanced at Zhou Qiyang, who lowered his head and wondered what he was thinking, and asked, "Don't Qiyang also have looks and wisdom?"

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

   "Me? Where is the difference?" Zhou Qiyang asked curiously.

   Mu Jing raised his eyebrows to look at him, and said three words that he couldn't refute, "Charging treasure."

   "...Well, I'll try my best."

   Zhou Qiyang shrugged his shoulders unconcernedly. At that time, he couldn't think too much about what happened again and again. He was worried about how to continue to live every day. How could he still think about the power bank that he didn't use often?

   His self-consciousness made Mu Jing nodded with satisfaction, and said, "It's not very ventilated here, the weather is hot, take a little rest and then change place."

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

   "Sister, I'm going too."

  Mu Yang followed, sweaty hair sticking to his face, making his face with a little baby fat even smaller.

   Mu Jing, who found the small fan, also found the battery on the side, installed it, opened it, and sent it to his brother. Looking at his slightly squinted eyes from the wind, he said, "Send them a few."

"Okay."

Mu Yang, who realized that she could help, happily went to deliver things, while Mu Jing continued to hang out, took a pack of wet tissues when she saw that there were wet tissues, took one out and wiped her face, "Bingmo, The temperature doesn't need to drop too low, it's weird not to sweat in this weather."

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

   Worried that the master was getting hot, Bing Mo obediently restrained his strength, making Mu Jing feel a little hot, but not as suffocating 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 started to pick and choose.

  Flashlights, nail clippers, wet wipes, intimate clothing…

   He glanced down at the shopping basket that was filling up quickly, and tutted in disgust, "It's really small."

   (end of this chapter)