Wang Xiaoming, who has been enjoying high-end treatment for one person and one room since he was three years old because of his unlucky physique, initially thought that he would not get used to sleeping with one more person. But when he woke up the next morning and saw Barr's familiar black suit, he knew that it only took one second to change his habits.

"Do you know you're snoring?" Barr's voice came from above his head.

Wang Xiaoming's face suddenly turned red and he stuttered: "I don't know. I haven't mentioned it before. Maybe it was because I was too tired last night."

"I was too tired last night?" Barr's voice was filled with a strange look.

Wang Xiaoming remembered the lingering feelings last night, and the color on his face suddenly turned redder, "I, I mean, I'm too tired to play games."

"game?"

"..." He finally found that the future of this topic is getting darker and darker, "Are you sleeping well? Have I disturbed you?"

Bar said: "It's not bad. Listening to your snoring one night made me fully realize... It turns out that I'm not deaf."

Wang Xiaoming's head was buried in the quilt, revealing two ears that were almost purple.

"I'm sorry." A muffled apology came from the quilt.

...

Barr wondered, "Can't you hear that I'm joking?"

Wang Xiaoming slowly exposed his head from the quilt, "Ah?"

"You slept very quietly last night, as quiet as a cat." Barr rubbed his hair.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned and said, "The cat will do it."

...

Barr smiled wickedly, "Your way is very special."

Wang Xiaoming suddenly realized that what he said was arbitrary, so he shook his hand and said, "No, I'm not..." Before he could express his subsequent words, all of them were swallowed into his mouth by Barr.

...

After more than ten minutes.

Wang Xiaoming stood in front of the mirror next to the toilet bowl and looked at his swollen lips, and said to himself: "How can I go to work after this?"

"Are you still going to work?" Barr leaned against the bathroom door frame.

"Of course." Wang Xiaoming wiped his lips with toothpaste, "I took a day off yesterday. If I don't go to work today, I will definitely be fired."

Barr hugged his chest and said, "Do you think Xiang Wenxun can do it?"

Wang Xiaoming's hand paused before continuing: "Even if he doesn't, I'm embarrassed to stay there."

Barr is hard to understand his way of thinking, "You don't know what it means to take advantage of it? What does it mean to be in vain? What does it mean to get something for nothing?"

Wang Xiaoming turned his head to look at him seriously, "Which of these three words is a compliment?"

Bar: "…"

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while and suddenly said, "Don't you have to work in hell?"

...

Does finding fault count?

Does revenge count?

Is planning a conspiracy counting?

...

Barr decided to ignore this issue.

Fortunately, Wang Xiaoming didn't plan to hear the answer. After applying several layers of toothpaste to his lips to reduce swelling, he raced against time to go to the kitchen to cook noodles.

Seeing that he was as busy as a top, Barr couldn't help but remind him: "What are you doing in such a hurry? It's still early before your working hours."

As soon as Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth, the hardened toothpaste immediately fell from his lips. He squatted down and picked it up and said, "I want to clean the entire yin hall today. Manager Chu said it last night."

Barr snorted coldly: "If he dares, I will send him under the Blood Falls."

Wang Xiaoming said dazedly: "What is the Blood Waterfall?"

"The tourist attractions of hell." It should be counted. When I first arrived in hell, there were indeed many fallen angels who went there to visit.

"Sounds... not bad?" Wang Xiaoming's tone was very suspicious.

"It's really good, there will be many abyss demons who make friends with him." Barson smiled, "but I know they don't mind having a braised pork on the table."

Wang Xiaoming pursed his lower lip, fell off a quick toothpaste, and said deeply: "I think Manager Chu is a good person."

Barr smiled and said, "You know I am a fallen angel?"

Although Wang Xiaoming was puzzled why he mentioned this, he still nodded obediently.

"So I hate good people."

...

Wang Xiaoming changed his way to persuade him, "Actually, I really want to clean the entire gang. "I'm afraid he doesn't believe it, he emphasized again, "Really."

"That's it." Barr slowly dragged his long voice.

Wang Xiaoming nodded desperately.

"Then I will move Chu Zhao to the blood waterfall."

Wang Xiaoming didn't know why he had such a special liking for Blood Waterfall, so he insisted that Chu Zhao go there to visit, but out of concern for his colleagues and superiors, he asked, "There should be no demons there, right?"

"No."

Wang Xiaoming just breathed a sigh of relief, and then he heard Barr go on with a smile, "But he will be washed under the Blood Waterfall."

Wang Xiaoming: “…”

Hurry up and rushed, Wang Xiaoming finally went out at 2 pm. When he went out, the redness and swelling of his lips finally retreated a little, and he was a little relieved.

At this time, there were only a few on-duty staff at the Ginjuan, and few customers would come to the door so early.

Wang Xiaoming specially asked the staff on duty to ask for a vacuum cleaner and mop, and started cleaning from the first floor.

Barr followed Wang Xiaoming's busy figure boredly.

Due to the five-meter rule, Wang Xiaoming could only serve as a supervisor while cleaning. Fortunately, the dormitory of the Golden Hall is unique, but the area is not large. In order to allow him to play games while he is sleeping, Wang Xiaoming specially put the bed on the wall next to the corridor.

Thinking of this, Barr slowly raised a smile on his lips.

Although this human being is timid, cowardly, stupid and stubborn, he is still very careful in some aspects. Therefore, he can barely tolerate his timid, cowardly, stupid and stubborn.

When Chu Zhao came to the gongshu, Wang Xiaoming was already carrying a vacuum cleaner and a mop and started heading towards the second floor.

Chu Zhao, who had not seen him in the office, learned his location from the monitoring room and rushed over, "What are you doing here?"

Wang Xiaoming slowly straightened his sore waist and smiled and said, "Cleaning, didn't you tell me to clean all the floors of the entire Ginza last night?"

"..." Why did he be so obedient? Why didn't he even complain at all? Why didn't he take revenge on him at all? Chu Zhao felt that sleeping in the closet last night was a very unfair thing. What's even more unfair was that the first thing he did when he got here was to put a resignation letter on Xiang Wenxun's desk.

Seeing him staring at him blankly, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but worry, "Are you okay?"

"Why don't you resist?" Chu Zhao suddenly said something. He couldn't hold it in. Being a demon to the point of his is considered a failure, right? He has no temper at all.

Wang Xiaoming said blankly: "Ah?"

"Do you have no complaints about such an unreasonable work arrangement as cleaning the entire Ginza building?"

Originally, he didn't like him, but since he appeared, he stared at him and was about to throw him to an unknown place at any time, Bar suddenly smiled. It seemed that he was not the only one who was tortured by Wang Xiaoming's strange thinking.

Wang Xiaoming said: "I was idle a while ago, so it's normal to do more now."

...

How is it normal to clean the entire galaxy alone?!

If he hadn't wanted to see if Wang Xiaoming was digging a trap for him to jump before leaving, would he really have wrapped up the entire Ginza building alone today?

Chu Zhao suddenly discovered that the most terrifying thing about monsters is not their magic power, but their Martian thinking!

"After all, you are that... You never thought about using your magic power to do something?" Anyway, Chu Zhao simply revealed everything to the end. Seeing Wang Xiaoming's expression stunned, he quickly promised, "But don't worry, I won't reveal your identity. Alas, even if I leak it, no one will believe it... How could there be such a monster in this world!"

Wang Xiaoming looked at him for a long time, and when Chu Zhaodu started to calculate the escape route, he said, "Ah?"

...

Barr leaned against the wall and laughed.

Wang Xiaoming turned around and asked, "Do you know what he is talking about?"

Barr looked at Chu Zhao's sudden white face and nodded slowly.

"He said..." Wang Xiaoming was about to ask, but he heard a series of footsteps moving away. Looking back, he only had time to see a stream of smoke and dust rolling behind Chu Zhao.

...

Wang Xiaoming said seriously: "The ground is indeed very dirty."

...

The shoes are dirty.
To be continued...