Married life with Bakugo

"Half face, are you idle? Why don't you stay here in your office?"

Mr. Hong raised the small bag in his hand: "Send something, and there is a new victim."

"What?! Let me take a look!" Bakugou snatched the bag and opened it, while I peeked aside.

"This time it's not a photo, it's a CD. I've already seen the content. When you watch it," Mr. Hong glanced at me, "Don't let Miss Ueno participate."

This time, Bao Hao did not lose his temper, but said calmly: "I know." But then he looked at Mr. Hong suspiciously, "It is fine for others to send this kind of thing, why did you come here in person?"

Mr. Hong glanced at me: "Nothing, just a little curious."

I:?

I didn't understand what it meant, but Baohao seemed to understand it in seconds: "...are you a gossip reporter?"

Mr. Hong left after delivering the CD, and I asked Bao Hao in a low voice, "Would you like to drink some tea with Mr. Hong?"

He said unhappily, "He's not here to be a guest."

"Oh." No, I should show it anyway, I lowered my head and thought.

"Hey."

"Ok?"

He brushed my hair covering my ears: "You're wearing earrings."

"Does it look good?" I blinked.

"It's pretty, and the skirt is also pretty." He said and pulled the belt around my waist.

I rolled my eyes: "Because I wanted to meet my boyfriend, I dressed more carefully."

He stared at my face.

Why am I being stared at today? Don’t suddenly say something like "you have leeks on your teeth". Mirror to check your teeth.

Bakugo didn't speak, he looked around to confirm something.

Before I could react, he kissed me.

It turned out that he was just checking to see if anyone was passing by.

It’s true that I was very sweet in my heart, but I kindly reminded him: “Xiao Sheng, there is a camera at the back.”

He froze for a moment: "Fuck, I forgot in a hurry!"

Ouch, my sweetie, sweetie.

Bakugo took the luggage from my hand and pressed the door open button of the elevator.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Take you to where I live." He took my hand, "Follow me closely, don't lose it."

I muttered in dissatisfaction: "I'm not a child."

He lives very close to the office. It is an entire floor of a hardcover apartment. The inside is spotlessly cleaned. There is a dedicated gym, and the fitness equipment in it looks like it has been used frequently.

The sink in the kitchen was as bright as new. I opened the refrigerator and found that there were no beverages or snacks in it. There were bento boxes and some fruits neatly placed in them.

It's scary, it's really scary, how can there be such a self-disciplined person, compared to me, I'm a waste.

The quilts in the bedroom were also folded squarely, and there was no clutter in the boys' dormitory at all, and there was even a faint scent of washing powder.

He put down my luggage: "You and I share a room."

Is this not sure?I hummed and sat on the edge of the bed: "Xiao Sheng, go and do your work, I'll just wait for you here."

"No matter how busy you are," he sat down next to me, "I still have some time to spend with you. Besides, those slackers in the office want me to take a break and let them catch their breath. They are so slack."

Let them go, they may be frightened by your hard work.

"Then what does Xiaosheng want to do during this short intermission?" I asked as I stuck to him like a piece of brown sugar.

"Look at you, but I can't go out with you for a short time, only in the apartment." He put his arms around my waist, not hating my sticky appearance.

"Then go to sleep." I sincerely suggested.

"Sleep...sleep? Don't, the time is too short to have fun at all, probably not enough for one round."

"...Xiao Sheng, sleeping here is not a verb." Although it's quite comfortable, I'm not erotic, erotic, or crazy, and I think about it all the time, "I think you've worked too hard. Let you sleep more."

"Tch, what's the trouble." Why did you feel a little lost and unhappy after hearing my explanation?

"Okay, it's not hard, I just want you to sleep with me." I took the lead and fell back, "Hurry up."

"Understood." He also lay down and immediately took me into his arms, sliding his hands around my waist, and then said unhappily, "Why are you losing weight again?"

"No, did you make a mistake?" I have been eating well and sleeping regularly recently.

"I know your size very well, how can I make a mistake, are you secretly staying up late to surf the Internet again?"

"I really don't have this. If you don't believe me, you can ask my mother." I swear, in order to ensure my sleep time, I will stop fishing. I will roll up my sleeves and draw pictures as soon as I get home, and go to bed before twelve o'clock every day.I also know that twelve o'clock is not too early for people who go to bed early, but for me, who goes to bed at two or three o'clock, or goes to bed at five or six o'clock, it is already a great improvement.

He raised his eyebrows and pinched my fleshless waist: "It's better to be true. If the work is too hard or you don't want to do it, it doesn't matter if you quit."

"People who work hard are not qualified to say that I, a salted fish who works [-] to [-], work hard."

"...Then it's up to you."

"It always feels like a surprise."

I thought my voice was very low, but he still heard me: "What's the accident?"

"I thought that with Xiaosheng's character, he would hate people like me." He is a strong man, and he should yearn for someone as powerful and dazzling as him, not a lazy fool like me.

He was silent for a while: "I really hated you when I first saw you."

My heart was cold, and I struggled instinctively: "Then you got engaged to me later!" Sure enough, this person used me as a substitute, and the bitter romance drama music sounded in my mind at the right time, so I said such a good thing How could it be my turn.

"That's not the first time we've met, you idiot, don't think about it." He hugged me so tightly that he couldn't break free.

When he said this, I also forgot the struggle: "Isn't it the first time we met? Have we met before?"

"When I was in the hospital, it's not surprising that I forgot."

"Hospital...hospital..." I repeated the word embarrassingly, and didn't say anything more. I stayed in the hospital twice, and each time I stayed for a long time, and my consciousness was very messy. Can't remember, so I actually forgot the memory of meeting Bakugo for the first time?What a pity.

"I bought all the comics and illustrations you used to draw, it's very interesting, you are very talented."

"Thank you?" Why did you praise me in a very proud tone?

"But being a professional cartoonist is not suitable for you. With your physical fitness, regular serialization will definitely not last long before you have to go to the hospital. It would be a bit miserable for readers who follow the serialization." Huh?It seems to be me, right?

"Hey, so there's nothing wrong with being a waste. Anyway, I will always be number one and always stand in front of you. Just rely on me."

I was very moved, but can the word waste be replaced by salted fish? It sounds better. Just when I was about to suggest this tactfully, he suddenly said: "By the way, I have something for you."

Then he took out a small red round box from the cabinet next to the bed.

"What is this? An engagement ring?" I looked at him expectantly.

"...No, I will buy that kind of thing later, this is a gift for you."

Under his dodging eyes, I opened the small round box, and inside was a silver necklace with a silver rose hanging on it.

I looked at the necklace in admiration: "It's very beautiful, Xiao Sheng, you have such a good eye."

The previous lipstick and the current necklace are all suitable for me.

"Nonsense, you don't want to see who picked it, come here and I'll put it on for you."

I pushed my hair back and asked him to help me put on the necklace. Although his hands were so big, his movements were much more flexible than mine, and he snapped the small clasp lightly.

"Does it look good?" I showed off in front of him, "But why did you think of buying this for me?"

"I thought of it when I saw it. How can there be so many reasons?" The answer was very calm, "The waiter told me that the flower language of white roses is peace, and the other messy flowers are all about love and love. I was very angry. In short... …What I want to say is, as long as you are safe and sound, you don’t need to think about anything else.”

Smooth and safe.

I pointed at this little silver rose with my index finger, feeling swollen in my heart, this word is already a god-level blessing to me.

"But! After I got home, I searched the Internet. The flower language of white roses is pure love. Romantic courtship is such a nonsense thing. That damned waiter actually lied to me!"

I:……

Sensational words are on my lips, but I can't say them anymore.