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

Chapter 104 The joy of thrush?

Huo Feng quickly went downstairs.

Ning Zaozao was still sitting on the carpet, looking like a good student studying the game seriously.

Sensing the sound of footsteps, she looked up and froze.

In Huo Feng's hand, is it a paint tray?

While he was wondering, Huo Feng approached a few steps.

"Honey, are you going to paint in the yard?"

Ning had already thought of the terrifying scene of being exposed to the sun at noon and turning from bananas into black bananas.

"No." Huo Feng walked up to Ning Zaozao: "Raise your head."

Ning Zaozao: ...

Although she didn't go to the yard to bask in the sun, she still had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the painting brush landed on the gauze on her forehead.

Ning Zaozao: ...

She felt that she was not only bullied, but insulted.

Are the melon seeds on the head randomly touched?

Is it possible to write and draw like a canvas?

A person's head is a person's dignity!
A soldier can be killed but not humiliated.

At this moment, she should stand up and fight back righteously.

However, thinking of what she had defiled last night, and the small "handle" she kept shouting, her anger disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Forget it, as long as this guy doesn't chop off her hands, he can just reluctantly let him play wild on her head.

With this little temper, she reluctantly tolerated him for a while.

Huo Feng saw that she was really motionless, like an inflexible puppet.

Feeling bored, he simply poked her wound.

Seeing her painful eyes frown slightly, the corners of her eyes were filled with tears, and the whole person became angry instantly.

He asked, "Are you moved?"

It was the first time for him to be bandaged since he was a child. Not to mention that the bandage was so beautiful, he even helped her dye the bandaged gauze to match her head better.

Not only did she not have the slightest expression of gratitude to Dade, but she also looked like she was about to lose her head.

Oh, it's not like he's holding a knife in his hand.

Ning Zao heard the words, and immediately said: "Don't dare to move, don't dare to move, husband, you continue, I will not move!"

She just couldn't bear to move her neck a little bit, but was poked into the wound by this guy.

If she wanted to move again, this guy might put the paintbrush directly into her wound.

For the sake of her head, she was determined not to move.

In other words, she only discovered today that having a skull on her neck is also a very tiring thing.

Huo Feng: ...

He watched as her expression became more solemn, her facial features became more rigid, and she gradually looked like a puppet again.

At first, I thought that with a brain like hers, she would definitely be able to think of this kind of thing as a thrush.

Looking at it now, it's her kind of elm head, heh!
Ning Zao had noticed that Huo Feng's mood was getting worse and worse.

This guy is close to her.

He leaned over her like a Mount Tai.

As soon as he was cold all over, she felt that she was not in good shape, and she didn't even dare to breathe.

Every minute and every second was even more tormenting.

After finally waiting for Huo Feng to leave, Ning Zao Zao felt that his neck was too stiff to move.

At this time, Zhang Ma left the kitchen with a plate, and said to Huo Feng and Ning Zaozao, "Sir, madam, it's time to eat."

After saying that, when she saw the "masterpiece" on Ning Zao's head, she was surprised and happy, "Did you draw it, sir? This chrysanthemum//flower is so beautiful, and the lady's face is delicate and charming, too Pretty."

Ning Zaozao: ... Chrysanthemum? ? ?flower? ? ?

　Huo Feng: My wife thinks I'm young

　　Reader: It’s okay, it’s natural to be small, don’t feel guilty, we can improve this situation from other places, if you are small, it’s best to take the chrysanthemum path
　　Huo Feng was thoughtful: ...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)