Married life with Bakugo

After I got home and took a shower, I called Bakuhao first, but no one answered, I guess I was working overtime again.

Remembering the promise to Alice, I turned out the brush that hadn't been touched for a long time and started painting.

I am not a major in art, and the things I draw are like shit compared to professional cartoonists, but fortunately, my ability to tell stories is strong. Although the characters in my pen are not good-looking, they are not too eye-catching. There is a certain fan base.

It’s just that I have always been good at drawing knives, and short stories with a twist from warmth to tragedy, so I have been scolded a lot, but I think this is also an affirmation of my storytelling ability.

Recently, what are you drawing?In view of the fact that life is a bit sweet recently, I should draw a slightly warmer and healing one.

I was drawing a name on the draft paper when Bakugo called.

I immediately put down my pen and picked up the phone: "Hey, are you still busy with work?"

The voice on the other end of the phone has a very bad tone: "It may be all night tonight, and I will meet a very difficult guy. Those idiots in the police, the situation is so serious that they know they want us to intervene."

"Is it a difficult prisoner?" I didn't pay much attention to the recent news, and I didn't know any major cases happened.

"This bastard's personality is very troublesome. He hid all the victims. He even made a videotape of the crime and sent it to the police station. He provoked the police openly. Damn it, he better not fall into my hands!"

It really sounds like a serious case, and Bakugou seemed very angry.

I didn't know how to answer him, so I had to say bluntly: "Then you should be careful not to get too tired." This sentence is useless to Bakugo. Just touch the fish and paddle, but I still hope that he will not be too tired or injured.

"You should also be careful recently, this psychopath is only picking on women, try to go home as soon as possible." He warned a few more words.

"Understood, then you are busy, I hung up the phone."

"Wait!" he yelled suddenly.

Me: "Is there anything else?"

"...Well, I want to say, we will get married after this matter is resolved, haven't you been talking about getting married... What are you looking at?! Half face, do you want to die?"

I subconsciously squeezed the phone and didn't call him back.

"Hello? Is the signal bad?"

Take a deep breath: "No, it's just that the soul has just been out of the body for a few seconds, please don't pay attention."

"...?"

"So, is this a marriage proposal? It feels so casual, I want a shiny wedding ring and beautiful roses, ah, and..." The smile on the corner of my mouth can no longer be hidden, my chest seems to be filled with honey Man, it seemed that even he couldn't figure out what he was talking about.

Bakugo interrupted my messy thoughts: "This is just a notice, let's make a notice! I will give you what you said, and I can meet any conditions, but equally, you have to give yourself I."

who?Who shot a gun in my heart?

After saying this, Baohao exploded again, as if he was arguing with the person next to him, saying something like "what does that disgusting expression on your half face mean?" or something like that.

By the way, who is the half face?

"Xiao Sheng," I called him, "I promise you."

The noise over there subsided, and the first sentence of the answer was: "Why—why did you suddenly change my address!"

"Because it sounds better." I still got the inspiration from Mr. Yang. Although the name Xiaobo is unique, it is still not as cute as the pronunciation of the word "Xiaosheng".

"Understood, then—that's it, the specific arrangement will be discussed later, you should pay attention to rest, don't stay up late to look at your phone, you stupid, weak body like this often reverses your work and rest time, because you think you are too healthy Did you?" When the topic turned to teaching me, his speech became smoother.

"Okay, boyfriend, I understand, boyfriend." I looked at the name that hadn't touched a few strokes in my hand, and thought to myself: I'll do it for the last time, the last time, and from tomorrow onwards, I will change my mind and start a new life.

After hanging up the phone, I slumped on the computer chair like a salted fish for a while, and then jumped up again, ahhh, I'm getting married!Getting married in a few months!

What kind of comics should I draw? Let me start with what style of wedding dress Kangkang should wear on his wedding day. No, calm down. It’s just a wedding. There’s nothing to be excited about. Besides, this prisoner is so hard to catch, it might take months. Even half a year.

Yes, calm down.I sat back in my seat and still picked up the pen.But what I draw is not the plot I want to conceive, but a series of Bakugo names.

I'm done, I'm hopeless.

Throwing away the pen, I threw myself on the bed, really wanting to share my joy at the moment with others, I started looking for someone to show off to in the phone address book, and then found that there seemed to be no suitable friends to share with.

There are only a few of my friends, and they have drifted away after graduation. In addition, I have been at home for so long, and my colleagues do not exist at all. Good friend, Ms. Yazaki is a nice person, but we haven't gotten to know each other well enough to talk about private matters.

I always feel like a failure.

From what I told my mother, she estimated that she would take me to buy a wedding ring tomorrow, and then bluffed to find Aunt Guangji to discuss the location of the engagement banquet.

When I thought about inviting many people to the wedding, my thumping heart calmed down. It is better to invite fewer people to the wedding. I don’t want to laugh with a group of people I don’t know.

The truth is, because of Bakugo's words, I almost didn't fall asleep all night. I may be a hopeless love brain.

The next day I went to work with a pair of panda eyes. Fortunately, I stayed up all night and didn't make any mistakes when I went to work.

"Nana, when did you go to bed last night? Why do you look like you have a serious lack of sleep?" Ms. Yazaki asked worriedly.

"I stayed up all night playing games." I wouldn't admit that I couldn't fall asleep because of my boyfriend's excitement.

"Nana is really a child."

"Miss Yazaki, I am almost 30 years old, probably older than you, and there is probably an insurmountable gap between me and children." I stated this fact sadly.

"Thirty?" Ms. Yazaki's smile stiffened for a moment, "Is Nana almost 30 years old? It doesn't look like it at all!"

I nodded: "Yes, I often seem out of place with you because I am too naive."

"What? What? Is Ueno-san so old?" Come, come, he is here, Dazai boy is here again.

"Yeah, so boy Dazai should call me sister." It's impossible to use the word "old" to annoy me.

I didn't expect Dazai boy to call me "sister" innocently and cutely, which made me stunned. Damn, this guy is really a little bit cute. People like me who know his bad nature will be deceived Not to mention those girls who just met him for the first time.

Taking advantage of the moment when I was stunned, the boy Dazai approached me: "How about it, was Miss Ueno fascinated by me just now?"