The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 1074 Warning, the sweetness exceeds the standard (18)

A heart that has been dead for more than 800 years.

Suddenly, it was like being poured into a puddle of living water.

It's a strange feeling, but it feels a little familiar.

"Ding dong...

Dependency value: 11
Mission Progress: 5
Please host to complete the task as soon as possible. "

Jiang Jian came back with a black bag in his hand.

Jiang Tang rubbed his eyes and yawned. He took the bag and opened it. There were four blood bags inside.

"This one has expired recently, you take this card."

"Don't you want money?"

"Hey... This is directly credited to my salary account. The money is not much, so you can take it."

Jiang Tang didn't speak, and looked at Jiang Jian at a loss in front of him.

The man was short and handicapped, and he was emotionally shy. Standing in front of Song Naichao like this, one tall and one short, the contrast was strong.

Jiang Tang silently pulled Song Naichao behind him.

"Let's go, go home."

Jiang Jian was flattered and nodded quickly.

"Let's go, I'll push the electric car first."

The three of them were walking on the small road. There were no street lights along the road, and they could only vaguely see the situation within one meter ahead.

The electric car is not easy to push, and it is very difficult for Jiang Jian to walk.

"Dad, you can ride home first, and I will take him back slowly."

"Alright, I'll go back and get the dumplings first, you can eat them when you get home, be careful on the way, the jujube tree at our gate has been cut down, you..."

"Don't worry, I can find it."

Jiang Jian's heart was always held high, and he looked extremely humble when treating Jiang Tang.

Watching the electric car go away, Jiang Tang turned around, took out a blood bag from the bag, and handed it to Song Naichao.

"Here, drink."

In the darkness, the man didn't say a word, staring at the blood bag in Jiang Tang's hand without moving.

Jiang Tang urged impatiently.

"Take it!"

Song Naichao took a small step back and murmured in a low voice.

"No."

"You don't want pigs, and you don't want human ones?"

The man then shook his head, his expression resisted.

"No, it's hard to drink."

"..."

Jiang Tang was not used to him anymore, so he turned around and left.

"Okay, then you can continue to be hungry."

Dog, do you still want to drink fresh ones after the day?See what you can do.

Along the way, Jiang Tangli ignored him and walked straight towards the house. Song Naichao followed closely behind her with tall steps.

Jiang's house was easy to find. After all, it was a small single-family building. The jujube tree at the door was cut down, leaving a lonely wooden stake.

The rolling door was pushed up high, but Song Naichao still had to lower his head to get in.

Nothing changed in the house, it was empty, except for a dilapidated electric car, the rest of the place was covered with sausage and bacon. The original owner often received packages of bacon, and she gave them away in the end.

Walking through the hall to the inside is the kitchen, with bright lights, Jiang Jian is busy serving bowls of dumplings.

One pot is just enough for two bowls, one bowl for Jiang Tang, and one bowl for Song Naichao.

"You, why don't you eat? Doesn't your appetite?"

Jiang Jian watched Song Naichao sitting upright, facing the steaming dumplings, without even moving his chopsticks.

Jiang Tang pushed the dumpling in front of him to his own.

"He ate it when he came, and I ate it."

Then, in the kitchen, two men, one on the left and one on the right, watched Jiang Tang take a bite of a dumpling, and easily finished two bowls.

"Look at you kid, haven't you eaten today?"

"I've eaten it. The dumplings are delicious, so I'll eat more."

Jiang Jian smiled happily, and smiled while putting away the bowl.

"You have liked the dumplings I made since you were a child. By the way... I don't know your partner's name yet."

Jiang Jian looked at Song Naichao with a gentle expression.

(End of this chapter)