Married life with Bakugo

I reckon that the waiter would make up such a strange flower language for White Rose because of his terrifying face.

"I like this necklace very much. It matches my earrings very well. They are all silver." I stroked his back and smoothed his hair. "Flower language is dead, but people's hearts are alive. What you mean by smooth and safe."

He was smoothed out: "As long as you like it."

I fiddled with the small pendant and asked him, "Are you leaving?"

He immediately pinched my face: "What do you mean? If you accept the gift, you will drive me away?"

"No, because I like staying with Xiaosheng so much, so tell me before you leave so that I can be mentally prepared. Also, don't pinch, the skin will become loose."

He let go of his hand, his eyes wandered uncomfortably: "Got it."

What do you know, do you need to tell me before you leave or you can't pinch my face?

The red pinna should be the former.

"Don't keep looking at me!" Sensing my probing gaze, he replied ferociously, "Sit on my lap quickly!"

Is there any necessary connection between the two?

I sat up as I said, and he hugged me from behind and buried his head in the hollow of my shoulder.

"I'll stay for another 15 minutes." Bao Hao said in a muffled voice.

That's it, if that's the case, I really can't see his expression.

His prickly-looking durian head is not irritating, unexpectedly soft, it itch my neck a bit, it's strange, I didn't see him fix it with hairspray, how did these hairs stand up one by one?

Rubbing back and forth like a big golden retriever, the hands are getting tighter and tighter, the clingy look of the boyfriend is so cute!

"Xiaosheng, are there confidential documents in that CD?" My eyes fell on the bag that Mr. Hong sent, and I remembered that before he left, he told Bao Hao not to let me see the contents.

"No, it's too bloody for you to see." When it comes to work matters, Bakugo's attitude immediately becomes serious.

"bloody?"

"The content of the photos sent by the prisoner before was very... so this CD-ROM is estimated to be more serious. You will have nightmares after watching it."

I am not afraid of ghosts and ghosts. The real terrorist murderers in the real world are even more terrifying. Bakugo is just the opposite of me. Since he said so, it is even more impossible for me to make up my mind to watch it quietly: "The personality of this criminal What is it? Even you will find it difficult."

"The group of idiot policemen never found out. The criminal was so proud that he wrote a letter to the police station saying that his personality is called [Death Farm]."

"Death Farm?" The name sounds weird.

"It's the personality of the simulated space, the fictional space. I hate this kind of hiding personality the most. It's not happy to fight."

"So those victims were all arrested by him and locked up in the so-called [Death Farm]?"

"It's like this at the moment. In addition to going to the police station, this guy also sent me, Half Face and Fei Jiu's office one after another photos of the crime. I'm really impatient."

Damn, provoking the police station and the top three on the hero ranking at the same time, this criminal has full confidence in himself.

"Then how's the investigation going?" It's really scary for such a pervert to wander around outside, and he's still targeting women, rubbish.

"A bunch of messy things are involved. The space simulated by this bastard seems to have the effect of traveling through the dimensional space. The investigation is really troublesome, and various procedures and documents are required."

If he really has the ability to travel through the dimensional space, it will really add another layer of difficulty to the investigation. No wonder Bao Hao is so tired recently, so distressed.

15 minutes passed quickly, and he had to leave again. I reluctantly sent him to the door: "Will you come back late at night?"

"It's hard to say, but you're here, I'll hurry up, take out the bento from the refrigerator and warm it up when I'm hungry, don't go outside to buy junk food, do you hear me?" No snacking thing.

"Got it, got it." I'm not too familiar with this area, and I'm too lazy to go shopping. Besides, although the snacks are delicious, I still want to try the bento made by my boyfriend.

As soon as Baohao left, I put on my pajamas and turned on the large-screen LCD TV. After changing several channels, the crime committed by the criminal that Baohao just mentioned was broadcasting in a loop. So far, thirteen women have disappeared, and their lives and deaths are unknown. , but judging from the photos sent, the chance of surviving is probably quite small. Looking at the long list of victims scrolling on the screen, each name is followed by the clothes on the day of disappearance.My heart felt cold and cold, and I turned it off after watching it for a few minutes.

Find my drawing book and watercolors from my luggage, and draw some illustrations to relax my mood. I am the kind of creator whose works are easily affected by mood. If I draw comics now, the warmth I imagined will change uncontrollably Cheng Daozi walked towards it.

After sitting at the table for a long time, I finally thought of eating because I was so hungry that my stomach hurt a little.

Bakugou is right, I really can’t be a professional cartoonist, unless there is a nanny-like figure next to me who strictly supervises me to eat and rest.

There are vegetables and meat in the bento box, the nutrition is balanced, and the taste is very good. My God, what kind of fairy is my boyfriend, how can he know everything!He also seemed to have estimated my appetite. After I finished eating, my stomach didn't feel particularly full, but I was very full, which was very comfortable.

To repay him, I resolved to do some housework, but quickly found that there seemed to be nothing I could do except wash out the bento box.

Again, the house is so clean that I don't even have any laundry to do.

Okay, I sat back in my seat and finished the illustrations that were still to be finished.

I didn't feel it when I painted it all at once, but when it was almost finished, I realized that the theme of this painting is really heavy.

The background is a sunny farm with flowers and green grass. I deliberately used very bright colors. There is a large slaughter rack on the green lawn, with many pigs, cows and women hanging on it.

The colors here are black and red. I painted pigs and cows very finely, but I only used very rough brush strokes for women. I completely blacked out their faces and couldn’t see their expressions clearly. They can only be seen through their long hair. and body curves to judge their gender.

Hanging on the rack like a black shadow, these women are no different from livestock to the murderer, maybe less.

If you count carefully, there are eight women hanging on the slaughter rack.

There were five more on the green turf. They knelt on the ground with their palms and knees on the ground. Black tears flowed from their dark eyes and dripped on the green turf, like blood.

There are collars and leashes around their necks, and the five ropes are gathered together and held tightly by a big pale hand, which protrudes from the front door of the big house next to them.

The main entrance was painted by me to look like a mouth wide open with a grinning grin.

In short, this is a messy painting. I didn't know what I was thinking when I wrote it. While waiting for it to dry, I looked more and more hairy, and even wanted to tear it up, but at the same time, another idea came from my mind. Showing up from inside put me off the idea.

When Baohao came back, I was already asleep, but I didn’t sleep deeply. I vaguely heard the sound of the door and the sound of water, and then the quilt was lifted again, and the warm body was covered with moist water vapor and shower gel The scent hugged me from behind.

"Xiao Sheng." I half-opened my eyes and called him vaguely.

"it's me."

"what time is it now?"

"One o'clock."

"It's late," I muttered, turning over to face him, "Go to sleep and have a good rest."

He didn't make a sound, and my consciousness became more and more clear. When I opened my eyes, I found that his ruby-like eyes were staring at me brightly, as if staring at prey.

Instinctively shrank back: "Why... what's wrong?"

"You don't go to work tomorrow, right?" I shrank back, and he leaned forward.

"Yes—yes."

"Then can you do that tonight?"

"But it's late now, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?" I asked thoughtfully.

"I'm not tired." Three words blocked my words.

"Okay, it's just..." I just wanted him to be gentle, but he replied, "Last time, you kept restraining yourself because you had to go to work the next day. Can you let go of it today?"

I:……

The last time I restrained me, it was very miserable, but this time I let go, I feel very mysterious, just as I was about to refuse, I met his eyes again.

"Okay... okay." Seeing him go to get the umbrella, I covered my face with regret.

But I really can't refuse the big dog boyfriend with bright eyes.