Scumbags Follow the Good System

Cong Liang followed her wrist and saw Ding Mao, who was looking at her at an unknown time, and licked her lips.

When did you wake up? Congliang tried his best to recall, and the few touches just now shouldn't be very wretched...

It should be okay, she looked up with a little guilty conscience, Ding Mao closed her eyes again, and her hands drooped down, this person was obviously in a state of sleepwalking.

The trousers were pulled down even inside and out, and Ding Mao's dirty clothes were rolled into a roll, ready to be thrown away.

In fact, the quilt is also very dirty, and I don't plan to ask for it anyway. Scrubing Ding Mao with a towel is basically equivalent to taking a bath, and I don't care whether the quilt is wet or not.

People with high fever felt cold. Congliang threw the towel after scrubbing once, and when Dingmao tried to shrink back several times, she suppressed her hands and feet, and finally hit her teeth coldly, and finally she was confused again. opened his eyes.

Cong Liang just thought that he had a burnt head, and no matter how he scratched and grabbed her wrist, he couldn't catch her, so he rubbed it on his own.

Fortunately, Cong Liang came back with more than a dozen towels, and when they were dirty, they rolled them into a roll with Ding Mao's clothes, and threw them away together after a while.

Ding Mao would wake up and sleep for a while, and when she woke up, she would stop her. Of course, even if she stopped, the force would be negligible. After scrubbing from head to toe twice, Cong Liang used up a whole bucket of water and six towels.

When he opened the second bucket and scrubbed for the third time, Ding Mao woke up again. After drying for so long, his body temperature dropped rapidly after scrubbing. Ding Mao grabbed the hand on Cong Liang's wrist. It was not hot, but had become cold.

After a pause from Liang Dun, she raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips to glance at Ding Mao. She was wicked and just rubbed the important part. She slowly lifted Ding Mao's injured leg, carried it on her shoulder, and kissed Ding Mao sideways. ankle.

Carefully and repeatedly, he slowly wiped the unspeakable parts with his hands, his eyes fixed on Ding Mao's reaction, and when he saw it, he fainted again.

I just don't know if it's dizzy or frightened.

Cong Liang had predicted that even after Ding Mao was healed, it would be impossible for him to ask. If he did ask, she would say that Ding Mao was arguing and felt uncomfortable, and asked her to wipe it. Grab her hand and let her wipe it repeatedly.

Hey hey hey.

When it was almost time to scrub, Congliang exchanged new quilts and blankets from the system space, and replaced the dirty ones. It was finally clean. She wrapped Ding Mao in the blanket and kissed his uneven face. Holding the dirty quilt and clothes, I went downstairs and found a large trash can and stuffed it into it.

It was still dark, Congliang asked around, and finally asked the time from a woman. It was just after four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was dark for two hours. Congliang used her wide clothes pocket and packed a bag. The rice, he put the jerky in his pocket, took a lighter, carried the remaining half of the bucket of water, opened the door and went downstairs.

When she was carrying things upstairs today, she saw that three floors down, there was a place selling kitchen and bathroom, but there were pots and pans, but I didn't know if there was a gas stove with gas for experiments.

Cong Liang took a piece of jerky in her mouth, she wanted to cook some porridge for Ding Mao, and she was already hungry with her chest on her back. From crossing over, she chewed in the dwelling when she was looking for something except nutrient solution during the day. A few biscuits, if I don't eat it, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it.

However, after searching around, I couldn't find any one with experimental gas. Congliang had to smash two wooden cupboards, stack them with the marbles on the cupboards, open the window next to a window, put the pot on the rack, and hastily After the rice is washed with water, the porridge is cooked on an open fire.

During the porridge cooking, I visited a few mice, and a mutated teacup dog, a small one, not as fierce as a mouse, pulling on the shoelaces of the newly found sneakers in the residential house in Liangliangtian, and humming, I don't know if I'm angry or crying.

Congliang stepped on a rat and kicked it to the side of its mouth. It loosened its shoelaces and began to nibble on the rat. Congliang squatted by the side and burned the cupboard. From time to time, he poked the mutant teacup dog's **** with wood. It whimpered back.

Smoke and heat were wafting out the window. Congliang finished burning the two cupboards, opened the iron pot and looked at it. The rice porridge was almost rotten, and the jerky was stewed and scattered, and it smelled quite fragrant.

I washed two bowls with bottled water, but I didn't find chopsticks, only two forks...

Carrying water, pots and bowls, Congliang returned to the top of the rooftop, ignoring the "wolf-like" eyes of a group of people looking at the pot she was holding, Congliang put a bowl on the air and opened it. Pull off the sheets and curtains and look at Ding Mao.

Ding Mao was wrapped in a blanket, and Congliang reached out and touched it. It was damp. She had taken a large amount of antipyretic medicine, and she began to sweat, which proved that the medicine had come up.

She pulled out a toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste, poured another glass of water, put it on the edge of the iron cylinder, climbed in and called Ding Mao.

Cong Liang rode on Ding Mao's waist and patted his face with his hand, "Little Fifth Uncle, get up and eat something before going to sleep!"

Ding Mao grumbled, opened his eyes when he saw Congliang, and closed them again.

Cong Liang: "..." What's the situation?

Ding Mao ignored her, she crawled out of the tube and pulled the blanket so hard that even the person carrying the blanket was dragged to the side.

Cong Liang helped Ding Mao to sit up, hooking his hands around his waist to prevent him from falling down again. He squatted on the ground and put Ding Mao's legs and quilt on his knees. As a result, Ding Mao's eyelashes flickered, but he did not open his eyes.

"Ha..." Congliang couldn't hold back his chuckle, "Uncle Fifth, brush your teeth first, I made porridge."

Stuffing the toothbrush in Ding Mao's hand, Ding Mao grabbed the toothbrush, breathing a little too quickly, opened his eyes and glanced at Congliang, trying to retract his leg, but the wound was affected, and he frowned.

Congliang held it down, "Little Fifth Uncle, you can't bend your legs now, I'll support you, you brush your teeth first.

Ding Mao didn't move, and Congliang asked again, "Are you lacking strength? Or..."

Cong Liang originally wanted to say that I would help you, but his eyes rolled around and landed on Ding Mao's bare arm sticking out from under the blanket.

After scrubbing, she just wrapped Ding Mao in a blanket without finding clothes and pants, and now it's a vacuum...

Rubbing her nose, she looked back. Several people looked in the direction of Congliang and Dingmao, but they were all looking at the pot of rice porridge. Congliang was squatting on the edge of the bobbin, and Dingmao's legs wrapped in blankets were on her knees. Going up, Congliang glanced down and saw the half of Ding Mao's foot protruding from the blanket.

As for men's feet, Da Baoer's feet are considered to be very beautiful in shape. They don't have prominent ankle bones, but they don't look very delicate. They start from the little toe to the big toe, and they are neatly arranged from small to large.

Congliang glanced at it, stretched out his hand and grabbed the half of his foot that was about to shrink inward. He raised his head just to meet Dingmao, looking at her with an extremely complicated expression. His foot was caught off guard, and the shock in Dingmao's eyes just hit Congliang's. .

Ding Mao's hand holding the toothbrush trembled, his body crooked, and he was pulled straight by Cong Liang. Cong Liang supported his waist with one hand and grabbed his feet with the other, but neither released him. He looked up at Ding Mao and smiled, calmly. .

"Come on," Congliang's skills as a hooligan have reached a state of perfection, and he will never be stage fright. "The porridge will be cold in a while."

Ding Mao's whole body froze. He stared at Congliang as if he didn't know him. He held his toothbrush in the air and raised his other hand, not knowing whether he wanted to hit Congliang or push her.

Congliang really wanted to hold back, but she really didn't hold back. As long as she thought of the vacuum state under Da Bao'er's blanket, she couldn't control her sinful hand.

Without changing her face, she urged Ding Mao to brush her teeth. When Ding Mao slowly put the toothbrush in her mouth, she used the cover of her body to rub the hand that was holding Ding Mao's feet along the blanket and rubbed against her calf.

Ding Mao shook his hands and pressed Congliang's shoulders. If he didn't have the strength, he would have bitten his toothbrush. He was vague, and even called out with a little anger, "Girl!"

From the good hand, he stopped on the outside of Dingmao's calf, and gently massaged the Sanyin acupoint, smiling innocently, "I will press this acupoint for you, it will save your stomach from eating porridge for a while."

Seeing Ding Mao's face going down a little, his face turned red again. Cong Liang diligently changed his other calf to massage, and looked up at Ding Mao with a small face full of "amour", and asked sweetly in his mouth: "Little Fifth Uncle, is my strength heavy?"

Ding Mao looked at Cong Liang for a long time, his brows knitted tightly, and he wanted to say something about the toothpaste foam in his mouth, but he had to brush his teeth with a calm face.

After brushing his teeth, Dingmao immediately pulled his legs back from Congliang's claws. The person who couldn't sit still didn't know where the strength came from, and even dragged in with the blanket.

Congliang's face was about to collapse when he was holding back laughter. The system watched the whole process, and he was rolling around laughing in the space. Congliang poured some water, washed his hands well, and rubbed his face twice to wipe out the evil smile. The porridge was poured back into the pot, and a bowl of warm porridge was poured into it.

Ding Mao was still huddled under the blanket, Congliang pretended not to know what was going on with him, and pushed Ding Mao's shoulder, "Little Fifth Uncle, get up and drink porridge, it's going to be cold."

No matter whether Ding Mao responded or not, he wrapped his arms around the man's neck and picked him up.

In the iron box, an adult can sit upright, with Cong Liang hugging Ding Mao's neck. On his Congliang, he reflexively reached out to push Congliang's shoulder.

If Congliang didn't want to let go, even if Ding Mao was good, it was impossible to push her away, not to mention the strength of Ding Mao's hand on her shoulder, which was indescribable.

"Don't move, I'm holding porridge in my hand," Congliang said, hooking Ding Mao's neck intentionally or unintentionally, and the tip of their noses almost pressed against each other.

She could clearly feel Ding Mao's stiffness, and, probably, her face was very bad.

When he saw it, he put it away. Congliang loosened Ding Mao's neck, and slowly moved the hand holding the porridge bowl from behind him. The other hand wrapped the blanket around Ding Mao's waist. Leaning on the wall of the iron bucket, he handed the porridge bowl to him.

"Can Uncle Xiao Wu eat by himself?" Cong Liang asked knowingly.

The author has something to say: Uncle Wu is shivering with anger: girl!

Congliang's face (wretched) Ru (trivial) Mu: What's the matter, I just wipe your body/knead your legs/feed you some porridge/ah?

The system is lying down: 666~~~