If you don't hang out with the villain after wearing the book, you will die

Chapter 103 Husband, I Will Make Money

After entering the bathroom, Ning Zaozao, who wanted to pass the time, raised her eyes and saw that there was a crooked piece of gauze on the wound on her forehead, and the gauze was fixed around her head with a Band-Aid.

No wonder she felt a little tight around her forehead, always feeling like her face was being pulled.

It turned out to be the tightness of the Band-Aid on her skin.

Huo Feng's dressing method is really unique.

Because it was bandaged by Huo Feng, Ning Zaozao didn't dare to remove it.

She reluctantly washed her face, and looked at her phone, it was past eleven o'clock at noon.

He hurriedly changed his clothes and went downstairs.

Unexpectedly.

Huo Feng was also in the living room and did not go out.

This guy is sitting on the rug in front of the TV in the living room, playing a game.

He probably heard her footsteps going downstairs, and said without raising his head, "Can you play games?"

Ning Zaozao: "No, I won't."

Huo Feng frowned slightly: "Nothing?"

When Ning Zaozao heard his words, he immediately trembled, feeling that his hand was about to be crippled.

Regretting that she hadn't been addicted to games back then, she was dying: "I, I will make money."

Huo Feng raised his head and squinted at her.

Then, he glanced at the phone in his hand.

Ning Zaozao: ...

Huo Feng's gaze was too straightforward.

It was as if he was asking her in a bright light: I can't even afford a mobile phone, so you can make money?

I was despised by Chi Guoguo.

Ning Zaozao was embarrassed and wanted to find a hole in the ground.

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhang came out of the kitchen, interrupting the embarrassing atmosphere in the living room.

"Ma'am, are you awake? Are you hungry? I'll order some porridge and a snack for you. You should eat something to fill your stomach first."

In the end, seeing Ning Zaozao's forehead injury, she was surprised.

It was better for Ning Zaozao to have a good meal, and then sister-in-law Zhang said: "After eating in a while, I still have to go to the hospital to see."

She paused, sighed and said, "Mr.'s dressing technique still can't be compared with professional ones."

Ning Zaozao felt that Mrs. Zhang's words were tactful enough.

How can this not be compared with professional ones.

It's nothing like an amateur.

It was as if a sunflower had bloomed on her forehead, the gauze was the center of the flower, and the band-aids were the petals.

As long as you put on a color, you can definitely confuse the fake with the real one.

Ning drank porridge early and ate snacks, and finally felt better.

Huo Feng waved to her again: "Come here."

Ning Zaozao obediently walked over and sat beside Huo Feng.

Huo Feng asked her: "Is my bandage not good-looking?"

Ning Zaozao immediately shook her head: "No, husband, you look good with the bandage."

Huo Feng got up slowly, found the family medicine box from the cabinet in the living room, and changed Ning Zaozao's medicine.

Ning Zaozao: ...

Does she dare to protest?
Not at all!

She was so tense that she didn't dare to move, she was afraid that if she moved a little, Huo Feng would injure her even more.

But fortunately, Huo Feng's hands are gentle today, probably because practice makes perfect, and he didn't touch her wound from time to time like last night.

After helping Ning to bandage up early, Huo Feng stared at the wound and frowned slightly.

Ning Zaozao cautiously asked him: "Honey, what's wrong?"

Could it be that his conscience noticed and felt how unsightly his own ugly dressing was?
Huo Feng didn't speak, but got up slowly and got into the elevator.

Ning Zaozao didn't dare to ask, she took advantage of Huo Feng's departure and looked in the mirror.

Damn, it's no different from the bandage last night. She went out with this appearance, and she probably would be taken for a fool.

(End of this chapter)