Number One Zombie Wife, Chapter 17: Zhan Beitian, you’re on (take care of this)

Number One Zombie Wife, Chapter 17: Zhan Beitian, you’re on(take care of this)

When Mu Yifan woke up, the car was parked outside an unfamiliar alleyway, the western sun was slanting and sunlight was streaming in through the back glass windows.

He looked at the familiar side of his face sitting in the driver’s seat, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said huskily, “God, I’m hungry.”

Sleeping in a daze, he’d long forgotten to wear the events of the novel he’d written, and the person sitting next to him wasn’t even his hairdresser.

At the sound of it, Zhan Beitian was slightly startled, he had never been called so affectionately since he was born, and, with a hint of pettiness, his tone of voice is very natural, as if it’s been called for decades.

Mu Yifan was the first to get out of the car, walked to the side of Zhan Beitian who was following behind and got off the car, leaned his groggy head on his shoulder, and said:” I want pickled fish, vinegar ribs, and sugar pickles.”

He said five or six dishes with sour tastes at once.

Zhan Beitian looked down at the person leaning intimately on his shoulder, knitted his eyebrows slightly and said in a deep voice, “Stand up straight.”

“No, I’m tired.”

Not only does Mu Yifan not stand up straight, but, instead, like an octopus, he clings to Zhan Beitian’s arm.

Zhan Beitian chilled and pulled people away, very uncomfortable with being so close to others.

Mu Yifan was not afraid to go next to it again, lazily, as if he had no bones.

Zhan Beitian: “…“

He pushed a few more times without success, but finally, he let Mu Yifan go.

Zhan Beitian saw that the sun was about to set, he took out his phone to check the time, it was 4:57 p.m., squinted his eyes, and turned his head sideways to the Look down the alleyway.

Ten seconds later, a tall woman in jeans and a white T-shirt emerges from the alley.

The woman was about twenty-five years old, with very clear features, a Qi flowing lines on her forehead, and underneath a pair of large beautiful eyes that looked as if they would be speaking warmth in general, crystal clear, with long dark hair tied high up in a ponytail in the back, the whole person looked clear and elegant.

She sensed that someone was looking at her, looked up, and immediately caught sight of Zhan Beitian’s deep eyes, and was startled to see that he had been looking at her, and she couldn’t remember where she’d seen this handsome man before, she had to politely nod with the other man and walked away from him.

Zhan Beitian’s eyes turned with her until the woman was ten meters out of his line of sight, turning her head again to the direction of the alleyway.

In the alley, three more sleazy men come out and furtively follow the direction of the woman.

Just as they passed in front of Zhan Beitian, a dazed Mu Yifan smelled an unpleasant odor of tobacco and alcohol from them, nausea suddenly panned again.

He quickly straightened up, turned around, and vomited.

Spit out all the sour noodles that hadn’t had time to digest in the morning.

Three men look down at the puddle of filth on the floor and frown in disgust, two of them quicken their steps to leave, the other man, but ‘fúck’, “Shit, I’ve got my pants and shoes all dirty, you’re paying for them.”

Mu Yifan heard the cursing and sobered up a lot, saw the pants and shoes that were splattered with his filth, and apologized, “Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t know how much your pants and shoes cost.”

The man looked behind Mu Yifan, the million-dollar BMW, greed flashed in his eyes and feigned anger, “My shoes cost 8,000, 10,000 pants, that adds up to 18,000.”

In the meantime, Mu Yifan looked at his worn shoes, which had all peeled off, and his old trousers, which had been burned by cigarette ashes through several cigarette holes. Are you blackmailing me? Your pants and shoes don’t look like they’re going for 18,000 by any means.”

Even if he had money, he wouldn’t pay for such a person.

“So what if I’m blackmailing you? If you don’t pay for this, you won’t leave this alley.” The man was fierce.

As soon as the words were out of the air, the other two companions came around.

Mu Yifan didn’t put them in his eyes and turned to Zhan Beitian: “Zhan Beitian, you’re on(take care of this).”

Zhan Beitian: “…“

Chapter 16: The Unsympathetic Guy/ NOZW /Chapter 18: You’re Lucky

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