MTL - This Guy is Wrong-Chapter 2568 Years are hiring (3)

   Chapter 2568 Years for Employment (3)

ten minutes later.

  Chuzheng appeared at the door again, pulling the dust to face the dim light at the door.

"you……"

   "Don't move!" Chuzheng pressed his shoulder fiercely.

   She squeezed the ointment and applied it to the red spots on the dusty neck that were bitten by the mosquitoes.

  Mengchen was confused and looked at her blankly.

   Chuzheng simply finished his neck and no fish slipped through the net, pulled his arms and painted them one by one.

   She looked impatiently, but moved lightly.

  Mengchen is the pampered master of the city, and his skin is better than that of girls. The little red spots bitten by mosquitoes are particularly eye-catching.

   Chuzheng finished applying the medicine and gave the medicine directly to him, "Apply it a few more times and it will be fine soon."

"……thanks."

   Chuzheng touched his head: "Remember to turn on mosquito repellent at night."

  Mengchen's eyes were a little dazed.

   Chuzheng: "..."

Fine.

   I don't even understand him.

  There are only traditional mosquito coils in the village, Chuzheng ordered online to buy plug-in ones.

   I bought an ordinary first aid in the village.

   "How do you live here?"

  Mengchen pointed to another room, "There is a bed over there."

   Chuzheng took a look and thought it was really miserable.

   "Are you used to it?"

  Dust: "..."

  When the family suddenly goes bankrupt and is penniless, getting used to this kind of thing... can also be overcome.

  Mengchen cleaned up what he could. In the afternoon, the village chief called two people over to help him build a house.

   After all, he belongs to the same village. As the village chief, he has to arrange for help.

   Chuzheng was not there in the afternoon, when she came back, it was already night.

   Mengchen's house has lights, and it is estimated that the village chief did it for him.

   Chuzheng had just returned not long ago when someone knocked on the courtyard door.

   Chuzheng opened the door and saw the boy standing in the dark.

"What's wrong?"

  The teenager was obviously a little nervous, "Can I borrow your pot?"

pot?

   Does she have that thing?

  Chuzheng has never been in the kitchen, she is in the village for tourists to eat and pack.

   Chuzheng: "Come first."

   "No, I..."

   "Come in and get it yourself if you want."

  “…”

  Mengchen followed her in. This small villa was the most striking building in the village.

  It is not the rustic three-story building in the countryside, but a villa with a real sense of design.

   If you are used to seeing the dust of various luxury houses, you will also think that this villa is very beautiful.

The decoration and furnishings inside    further confirm this.

  Chuzheng led him to the kitchen, "Which one do you want?"

  Mengchen looked at all the kitchen utensils in the kitchen, and it was very difficult. He actually didn't know what to use...

   Finally, I picked a more common pan.

   "You want to cook your own food?"

   "Hmm..." Mengchen nodded.

  It is not an exaggeration to say that he is penniless. Today, the village chief gave him some rice and vegetables.

   When he was hungry, he remembered that there was no pot.

  I don't know anyone in the village, and the village chief doesn't know where he lives.

   The only one I know is his neighbor...

  Mengchen borrowed the pot, and after taking it back, I felt that my thinking was too simple.

   It used to be easy to use natural gas, just turn a switch.

   But here...

  Mengchen couldn't even light a fire, and Xun couldn't help but tear down.

   "Cough cough..."

  Mengchen covered his mouth and coughed as he walked out.

   There was a lot of smoke, and the dust-covered eyes were so smoked that they couldn't open, so they walked out directly.

   However, before taking a few steps, he crashed into someone's arms.

   He didn't even see who it was, and was led out.

  Chuzheng took him out, the night wind blew and breathed fresh air, the dusty feeling was much better.

   The dusty and white face turned into a small flower face at this time, the corners of the eyes were red with smoky, and there were physiological tears.

   "Are you burning the house?" A cold voice sounded in his ear.

  Mengchen heard the voice, and for some reason, a grievance filled his heart.

   He used to have no worries about food and clothing, and lived a day when he could stretch out his hand and eat and open his mouth.

   All of a sudden there was nothing left, and he couldn't even live or eat anything.

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  Mengchen suddenly cried, but it frightened Chuzheng.

   She just said that, but she didn't kill him.

   I even cried.

  Crying in the dust is the backlog of grievances and pressures during this time.

  Some emotions have reached the peak and can no longer be held back.

   In just a few months, the family has undergone great changes, and he is suddenly faced with such a thing, how can he withstand it.

-

  Mengchen's eyes were still a little red, and he was sitting on the sofa in Chuzheng's villa, with the packaged meals in front of him.

   "Eat."

   "Just now I..."

"You hungry?"

  Mengchen looked up at her, Chuzheng looked at him with a light expression, and there was no special emotion.

  Mengchen felt a little less discomfort inexplicably, and started eating with bowls and chopsticks.

   Chuzheng sat across from him and played with his mobile phone, not paying attention to him.

   Waiting for him to eat, Mengchen consciously cleaned up his things, "That...where is the trash can?"

"Outside."

   Take the dust outside and throw it away.

"Thank you."

   During this time, he met more people who were ridiculing and watching good shows.

   "Well, don't do that again, it will be too late to burn."

  Dust: "..."

-

   into the night.

   Chuzheng was awakened by the roar of thunder. Raindrops hit the window, crackling loudly.

   Chuzheng covered his head and wanted to continue sleeping.

   In a minute, she sat up suddenly.

   The little thing that house...

   Chuzheng took the umbrella and went out, and the sky fell from time to time with a flash of lightning, rumbling, as if the whole earth was shaking.

   The rain was particularly heavy and the wind was blowing. Chuzheng finally reached the door of Mengchen's house.

   She knocked on the door.

  The sound of thunder and rain completely drowns out the knocking on the door.

   Fortunately, the door of Mengchen's house is useless, Chuzheng can easily open it.

  The dilapidated house is leaking rain everywhere, the ground is bumpy and water is accumulated.

   Chuzheng found the room where Dusty slept.

  Mengchen was holding an umbrella, sitting on the suitcase like a mushroom, with a blanket draped over him.

   "Dust."

  Mengchen hugged his knees and fell asleep, only to wake up after Chuzheng called him a few times.

   He glanced blankly at the person standing in front of him, and moved his slightly sore neck.

   "You...why are you here?"

  “…”

  Chuzheng gave him the phone, put down her umbrella, and grabbed her directly.

  Mengchen hasn't eaten much since the accident, and it's not as heavy as it looks.

   Chuzheng hugged him and went out, only then did the boy react.

   "You put me down."

   "Stand up your umbrella and follow the road." Chuzheng said indifferently, "Don't move around, you will fall in a while, just the two of us together."

  Drenched in dust and didn't dare to move, just held up the umbrella.

   The flashlight of the mobile phone can't shine too far, but fortunately it is a cement road, so it is not difficult to walk.

-

  Dust I don't know why I sit in a clean and bright room with a suitable temperature.

  Chuzheng came in with his clothes, "Go take a bath."

  Mengchen's lips parted, but he didn't say the last word, he took his clothes and went to take a bath.

   When he came out, the door was closed and no one was there.

   He saw that the bed was made, and was really sleepy, so he climbed up and lay down.

  Mengchen woke up to dawn, and it was rare that he didn't have a messy nightmare.

   He sat up propped up on the bed, the sun was shining outside the window, and he couldn't see that it had rained so much last night.

   (end of this chapter)