C170 (1/2)

”Wait here, I'll get it for you.” I took a quick glance at his body. He was about the same height as Song Nan, and both of them were dressed in skinnier clothes.

”Wait.” Those who were handsome were usually so confident and willful that they never thought of what they would say, ”Take me to your house first.”

Me: ”…”

After hesitating for a while, I wanted to bring him home, but Song Nan actually dared to anger me today, I must get angry at him, I don't have a brain, what can he do to me?! Furthermore, he didn't want the benefits that he had given them for free.

Jean sent us home with an illusion, but Song Nan wasn't home, so I was a little disappointed.

The zombie was wandering around the room, curious about everything.

I couldn't be bothered to hide it either. I turned Bai Bai back into a white ball, looked at him in the living room, and went to find him some clothes.

Bai Yi seemed to be a young master now as he asked in a childish voice, ”How long have you been dead?”

His style of questioning was a little hard to look at. Was this silly little thing really my own?

Zombie's temper was good, but after some thought, he replied, ”I don't know.”

After that strange conversation, I shook my head helplessly and continued picking out my clothes. I'm a bit regretful now. Song Nan's clothes are still the best looking on him. I don't want to give it to him.

Forget it, forget it. Tomorrow, after I finish asking Chen Shuang, I'll go buy two more for Song Nan. Tomorrow, Yin Tongtian will give me the money I earned during this period of time.

”What's your name?” It was all for nothing as he continued to ask.

”I don't remember. Can you pick one for me?” I didn't expect this zombie to be so casual, so I casually gave it to him.

He couldn't wear it when I threw it at him, so I had to teach him how to wear it.

When he was dressed, I looked at his face.

His face could not be said to be pretty, but it was definitely handsome without a hint of charm. His long hair was behind his head, thick and dark. I heard that his hair was quite valuable. If I coaxed him to cut it off and sell it at the barbershop, I would definitely be able to make a small profit …

”Hey!” Are you shocked?! Am I that handsome? ” His face suddenly appeared in front of me, startling me.

Whitey immediately retorted, ”Don't talk nonsense. Mama is thinking about how much your hair can sell for.”

To be honest, I'd rather let this stupid zombie mistake me for a nerd.

He comfortably sat on my sofa. ”You said that you're so beautiful, but why are your thoughts in such a mess?”

He hadn't even changed his clothes, and after a night of rummaging through his clothes, his clothes were filthy beyond recognition. He couldn't even sit on the sofa. So I had to get rid of him so I could take a shower and change clothes.

Besides, my face right now isn't mine. I'm obviously as muddleheaded as my own brain, so what? I didn't eat his spicy crayfish.

”Don't mind me! If you're done putting on your clothes, then hurry up and leave. I still have things to do! ”

He shamelessly sat there, smiling as he said, ”Why don't you give me a name? It's strange that I don't have a name.”

What the heck, what could a good-for-nothing like me think of?

”What's your name?”