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Chapter 133 Still the stinky man who loves to spread his wings【3】

Ever since An Ting suspected that Wanyan Qingji was Fu Jin in the previous life, his attitude towards Wanyan Qingji had become different, and he was no longer as afraid of Wanyan Qingji as he was at the beginning.

An Ting even boldly took Wanyan Qingji's hand and walked down the mountain hand in hand with him.

Wanyan Qingji lowered his head and glanced at the hand held by An Ting. His red pupils seemed to be filled with doubts and surprise.

"Weren't you afraid of me at first? Why are you still holding my hand now?"

An Ting knew that Wanyan Qingji must have lost his memory again, but he was not worried. He believed that as long as he was patient, Wanyan Qingji would definitely remember him again. Even if he couldn't remember him, he could make Wanyan Qingji remember him. love him.

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An Ting brought Wanyan Qingji back to Xia Anting's residence. As soon as he entered the house, An Ting discovered that Xia Anting, the complainer, must have obsessive-compulsive disorder and mysophobia. Although the spotless tables and chairs were not enough to explain anything, the furnishings on the walls seemed to be... It was measured based on accurate data. People without obsessive-compulsive disorder would never be able to do such a thing.

An Ting walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of warm water. Then he looked at Wanyan Qingji, who was admiring the wall decoration. He asked softly: "Do you want a drink of water? Ice or warm?"

"Normal temperature."

An Ting poured a glass of room-temperature water for Wanyan Qingji. When he handed the water to him, he asked again: "What are your plans next? What are you going to do?"

Wanyan Qingji took the water handed to him by An Ting, took a sip, then looked at An Ting and asked him, "What are you going to do next?"

"Find Jiang Hui and Xin Wenwei and send them to prison."

"Ah."

An Ting looked up and down Wanyan Qingji's outfit and said, "It's not convenient for you to follow me like this, right? I work in a museum now. If you want to work in a museum with me, you have to change your outfit. .”

Wanyan Qingji walked to the sofa and sat down, then began to play with his long, straight black hair, and asked aloud: "Why do I have to work?"

"That's right, you, the Corpse King, really don't need to work, so don't you feel bored when you are idle every day?"

"You support me."

"Ok?"

"You." Wanyan Qingji raised his eyes to look at An Ting, met his eyes, and said seriously: "Feed me."

"You are so straightforward, but I don't know if I can support you with my current abilities."

"I'm easy to raise and don't pick anything."

Over the next few days, An Ting finally understood the true meaning of Wanyan Qingji's phrase, "Don't pick anything."

An Ting puffed out his cheeks and angrily put three dishes and one soup on the table.

"Didn't you say that you are not picky? Look at this, is this still called no picky?"

Wanyan Qingji scanned the food on the table, looked at An Ting and asked, "Is this very picky?"

"You have to use fresh shrimp meat to make shrimp paste. I have to go to the market early in the morning to buy live shrimps. What do you mean by not being picky?"

Without saying a word, Wanyan Qingji took out a gold bar from his sleeve and put it on the table. Under the light, the gold bar sparkled.

An Ting put down the dishes and snorted coldly, "Do you think I would compromise just because of a gold bar?"

"If one gold bar doesn't work, then get another one."

After saying that, Wanyan Qingji put two more gold bars on the table. He looked at An Ting seriously and asked softly: "Are you satisfied with this?"

An Ting took the three gold bars into his arms and said, "I'm satisfied, but since you have money, why did you ask me to support you in the first place?"

"I want to eat your food."

"Only eat what I cook?"

"Well, I didn't particularly want to eat anything before, but I did when I met you."

An Ting pursed his lips and snickered, thinking: Sure enough, he is still the stinky man who loves to spread his wings. No matter what he becomes, he can't change his behavior.