Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Slag Abuse Project

Chapter 132 The President Is Picking Up Trash 2
Qingyun: Who wants to know what happened to you?Get out of here now!

"Little boy, there's no need to feel sorry for them, it's not worth it."

Qingyun: Do you care if I'm worth it?

Have you touched enough?
If you've touched enough, get out of here!
"Little boy, since we were all abandoned, you can stay with me from now on. By the way, I still have half a bun to eat. You must be hungry, right? I'll take it out for you to eat!"

As he said that, the boy carefully took out a suspicious object from the pocket of the washed white ripped jeans.

Qingyun's sensitive sense of smell immediately smelled the faint scent of steamed buns, and his stomach was like thunder.

She turned her head to look at the plastic bag in the boy's hand. There was half a bun in the bag. The boy opened the bag carefully, and the scent of the bun filled Qingyun's nostrils instantly.

Her stomach growled even louder, and there was a strong impulse coming from Qingyun's body, which made her want to pounce on it and snatch the half of the bun in one gulp.

But she held back.

Half of the steamed stuffed bun had to be wrapped in a plastic bag, so it could be seen that this half steamed stuffed bun might be the child's next meal, if she ate it, the child would be hungry.

Qingyun turned away and tried to ignore the smell of the buns, but the young man wanted to give the buns to her, so he actually took out the buns and handed them to her.

A smell filled his nostrils, and Qingyun could hardly restrain his instinct to eat the buns.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, she controlled her instinct and retracted her head.

"Little boy, don't you want to eat?"

When the young man saw that she just came up to smell it, he turned away and moved the bun in front of her.

Qingyun: You eat, you eat, you eat!
Qing Yun's greedy saliva dripped down, and finally she impatiently slapped the boy's hand aside.

The young man was taken aback, with a look of disappointment on his face, and said: "Yes, you are still a baby, you may not be able to eat the buns, right? But it doesn't matter, I'll buy you some milk powder to drink, you have to obediently wait for me here!"

Qing Yun was taken aback: What?Buy milk powder?You fucking eat a bun for two meals, and now you actually buy milk powder for me?Are you sick in your head?
Seeing that the boy was about to put away the buns, Qingyun rushed over decisively, put the buns in his mouth, gave him a vicious look, and then started to gobble it up.

But I was wailing in my heart: Damn, my glory in this life has been ruined!
emmmmm, the buns are really delicious!
Why is she actually full of satisfaction just because she ate half a bun?
Qingyun ate up half of the steamed stuffed bun, and said to the little boy, "Are you satisfied? Don't mess around!"

Seeing the little milk dog barking at him a few times, the young man thought it was expressing gratitude to him, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Then he picked her up from the dirty puddle and said: "You ate my food and now you are my friend. My name is Feng Zixuan. Just call me Xiaoguai. From now on, Xiaoguai, you can live with me." !”

Qingyun immediately struggled when he heard this.

Who wants to live with you?
Crazy!You can't even support yourself, so you still support me?roll roll roll!
However, no matter how hard she struggled, she was finally embraced by little friend Feng Zixuan.

A strong chemically synthesized fragrance mixed with the smell of the teenager's sweat hit her face, which made her feel a little pleasant.

Aware of her strange feeling, Qingyun blushed. Could it be that she was single for too long, so she felt like she was about to move when she saw a boy?
Oh my God!

Could it be that I'm still a pedophile?

No no no, this is absolutely impossible!
Eighty percent of the time it was due to the stench around it, which made the chemical smell even better.

Qingyun struggled vigorously, humming from his throat, which sounded inexplicably ashamed.

Feng Zixuan dragged a bag bigger than himself with one hand, and hugged Qingyun tightly with the other, and walked briskly towards the outside of the alley. While walking, he talked to Qingyun about his business experience of picking up junk.

For example: there are many plastic bottles, which are easy to pick up, but the price is not high. A large bag of bottles only sells for more than ten yuan.

The price of soda cans is high, but the quantity is small. It may not be possible to pick up a bag in a month, but a bag of soda cans can sell for [-] yuan.

Another example is that when he was picking up trash, he actually found 100 yuan in a shoe box...

Feng Zixuan was eloquent when he talked about it.

But Qingyun felt drowsy when he heard it, and she didn't even bother to hum while lying in his arms.

Feng Zixuan walked for over an hour with Qing Yun in his arms, and came to the door of a dusty junk shop in the west of the city.

This store is dilapidated, the door is full of all kinds of garbage, the ground is dark, even the door looks dirty, there is a strange smell in the air, Qingyun couldn't help but lift up Claws over nose.

Feng Zixuan felt the little guy in his arms writhing restlessly, and when he looked down, he saw Qingyun raising a fluffy little paw to rest on his nose, with a bit of disgust in his little eyes.

Feng Zixuan: ...

Is this a dislike for the bad smell here?
Feng Zixuan couldn't help laughing, put down the hand carrying the bag and gently stroked Qingyun's head and asked: "Don't you like the smell here?"

Qingyun raised his head and stared at him, as if he knew but still had to ask.

However, she didn't realize how cute she was staring at Feng Zixuan with a pair of round, dark eyes.

Feng Zixuan's whole heart melted when he saw it, he rubbed the hair on her head, and comforted him: "Little boy, please bear with me a little bit, I will take you away after I sell this bag of bottles."

As he spoke, he yelled loudly through the gate: "Boss!"

It took a long time for a reply to come from inside: "Hey! It's coming, it's coming!"

A short and thin middle-aged woman ran out from the door, took the bag from Feng Zixuan's hand, and said with a smile, "It's quite early today."

"School ends early today." Feng Zixuan replied with a smile
"Why are you holding a dog in your arms?" the woman asked.

Feng Zixuan touched Qingyun's head and replied, "I picked it up on the road."

"It's pretty cute." The woman glanced at Qingyun, weighed the bottle quickly, and then took out 12 yuan from her pocket and handed it to Feng Zixuan.

Feng Zixuan took the money and thanked the middle-aged woman, then left with Qingyun in his arms.

Without the impact of the strange smell, Qingyun finally put down his little paw. To be honest, it's useless to block his nose with his paw.

A dog's nose is very sensitive, and the slightest smell can be magnified infinitely in her nose. The strange odor is simply torture to her.

But this little kid is quite warm, knowing that she doesn't like it there, he will take her away as soon as the things are sold.

Well, not bad, not bad, has the potential of being a warm man, and will definitely be a good blue pot friend in the future.

Feng Zixuan saw that she put down her paws after leaving the junk shop, and couldn't help being a little surprised, feeling that this little dog was a bit too human, and it was not at all different from the dogs he had seen before.

　This is the only story I don't have Calvin

　　
　
(End of this chapter)