There are little zombies at home

Chapter 22 22

Seeing Xi Yang's momentary stiffness, Zhong Jing immediately came out to smooth things over and explained: "He means you are too thin!"

"Thin?" Xi Yang repeated, it seemed that he hadn't turned the corner yet.

"Yes, you see that your clothes are so big, you should eat more in the future." Zhong Jing smiled dryly, then pinched the little zombie's face that has become chubby recently, "He is fat, so he is jealous of others thin."

"Oh~" Xi Yang nodded with a confused face, and wanted to speak but heard someone urging him in the studio, so he hurriedly smiled apologetically at them, and then trotted in.

Zhong Jing, who was standing there, finally heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at the little zombie who was blushing from being pinched by him, and rubbed his cheek with some distress.

The little zombie rubbed his face into Zhong Jing's palm, then looked up at him and asked, "Can't you say others suffer?"

"Yeah." Zhong Jing nodded, "It's very complicated to explain, but you should stop saying that others suffer."

The little zombie had no choice but to nod, and while Zhong Jing wasn't paying attention, he secretly searched on his phone, his face flushed instantly.

Just at this time, the makeup artist asked the little zombie to go over to put on makeup. He didn't want to just pull off the little zombie's fisherman's hat, but saw that his whole head was covered with a light pink color, and immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, your scalp is so dirty. It's pink, girly!"

The little zombie half-raised his head to look at the make-up artist who had dyed his hair colorful, and then touched his scalp. Thinking that his hair hadn't grown back in months, he suddenly lowered his head sadly.

But the makeup artist was full of confidence. After applying punk makeup to the little zombie to fit his "dark circles", he focused on studying his bald head.

When Zhong Jing came over from the other side after changing his clothes, the makeup artist had already drawn a pattern of holes on top of the little zombie's head, which was bold but just matched his makeup.

"Is this a bad boy?" Zhong Jing just wanted to reach out and touch the little zombie's head, but the makeup artist opened it.

"Don't touch it, it will bloom." The makeup artist was very satisfied with his finished product, and even took out his mobile phone to take several photos from various angles.

Zhong Jing shrugged helplessly, and casually dragged a chair from the side to sit next to the little zombie. He looked up and saw that he was looking at the mirror with joy in his eyes, and he couldn't help but joked: "You like this makeup very much?"

As soon as the question came out, even the makeup artist who was taking pictures stopped, expecting the little zombie's answer.

"I like it!" The little zombie paused, turned his head to look at Zhong Jing, and pointed to the black on the top of his head, "It looks like it's full of hair." I like thick hair or something!

Zhong Jing couldn't help laughing, thinking about buying a few wigs for the little zombie in a few days, since it's not good to keep a bald head.

Due to conflicting schedules of the guests, this time it was only a single photo.

Zhong Jing was the first to shoot. He has a lot of experience in still photos, and he quickly figured out the positioning of his outfit, and made several moves that made the photographer applaud.

The little zombie was in line behind Zhong Jing, standing under the light, he was a little timid, and stood there for a long time without daring to move.

"Be more aggressive." Seeing his cute appearance, the photographer couldn't bear to say harsh words, so he had to set an example.

The little zombie is good at imitation, and immediately imitated the photographer by raising his hands, half-clasping them into animal claws, and then opening his mouth to roar.

Although the photographer still felt that there was something lacking, but because the little zombie was too dazed, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and press the shutter.

A group of stylists onlookers have already pinched me and pinched your eyes to shine——

"How could it be so cute? It's so cute!"

"This little Huya is not vicious at all, I just want to eat him in one bite!"

……

Zhong Jing slowly glanced at the group of women around him, and shivered inexplicably.

It was already noon after the photo was taken, and the driver took them back to the community responsibly, but the moment they got off the car, they saw an unexpected person.

Not far away, Ji Shang was sitting at the stairs, wearing a long gown and small retro round sunglasses on his face, looking like a fortune teller who just got off work.

"How do you..."

Before Zhong Jing finished speaking, the little zombie beside him happily jumped over and called softly, "Master~"

"Hey, little apprentice, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Ji Shang looked at them and immediately rolled his eyes with a smile.

Zhong Jinghuan stood behind the little zombie with folded arms, looking at Ji Shang from top to bottom, wondering when they became so familiar.

"I came here specially to find you today." Ji Shang stood up slowly, patted his butt, and then took out a paper bag and handed it to Zhong Jing.

"What is this?" Zhong Jing took the paper bag, a little puzzled.

"Fugui's ID card." Ji Shang smiled meaningfully, "I can't let my little apprentice be a black household all the time."

Zhong Jing's movements froze, then his eyes widened in surprise, he hesitated for a long time, unable to speak, "You...you know..."

"Of course I know." Ji Shang nodded, and stretched out his hand to pinch the little zombie's face, "Zombies are good to be companions, and they will still be intelligent after a long time, unlike ghosts, who are not familiar with them."

Seeing him say this lightly, Zhong Jing was even more shocked and speechless.

"Okay, I'm going back. There are two big money waiting for me to calculate my marriage in the afternoon." Ji Shang patted Zhong Jing's shoulder, very proud of Zhong Jing's admiration, and deliberately lifted his robe before leaving , pretending to be a bit of a fairy.

Zhong Jing watched him go away, looked back at the bewildered little zombie, and pinched his face amusedly, "I really don't know whether to say you are lucky or too cute."

The little zombie jumped up and down on the spot, then hit Zhong Jing's neck with his head, and said shamelessly, "I like you~"

Zhong Jing didn't answer, stretched out his hand to hold the cold hand of the little zombie, turned around and walked towards the house.

Twenty minutes later, Zhong Jing stood in front of the window with a complicated expression on his face.

"What are you looking at?" The little zombie hopped desperately behind him, but it was a pity that Zhong Jing was too tall, blocking all his sight.

Seeing him blushing, Zhong Jing hurriedly gave him a seat, and pointed to the people who were still wandering in the community, "Look at your master, he has missed the gate of the community for the third time, it seems that he is be lost……"

"Do you want to remind him?" The little zombie tilted his head and asked.

"No need." Zhong Jing pointed to the person who was walking towards Jishang again, "He is probably too suspicious and has already been watched by the security guard." The security guard should take him out.

The little zombie flattened his mouth, seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and silently covered his eyes...