Married life with Bakugo

"I'm really fine." I suddenly opened the distance from him, and I said with an uncomfortable smile.

"Oh." He responded with a monosyllabic word, and moved his eyes to the bruises on my wrist, and his voice, which was not warm at all, dropped a degree, "What about my wrist? Did I accidentally fall and rub it? "

"This...uh..." It's more complicated to explain, and I don't really want to explain it.

Just when I didn't know how to answer, Bakugou had already walked over here with a dozen umbrellas and several lubricating agents, and when he saw Echizen, there was a slightly puzzled expression on his face.

I really want to cover my face, why buy so much?

He threw the things in his hand into the cart next to me: "Haven't you decided what to eat yet?" He glanced at Echizen coldly, probably thinking that this was some unrelated idler, "Who are you? "

I smiled dryly: "My former classmate, I met by chance." I didn't really want these two people to get to know each other.

But Echizen didn't know my good intentions at all: "Ueno, this is your... who you marry."

His eyes drifted into the cart again and again.

"Yeah, so you'd better not call her Ueno anymore, but call her Mrs. Bakugo." Bakugo's expression was a little arrogant and proud, and every time he showed off to others like this, he was a little childish mean.Bakugo took my hand and wanted to walk towards the other cake cabinet: "You idiot, you haven't decided what you want to eat after looking at it for a long time."

Echizen's gaze swept over the corner of my eyebrows, and my wrist was fixed on Bakugo's face for a moment. I don't know what was in my head, and I took my other hand and moved back Pull me behind.

It happened too suddenly, and Bakugo was not holding my hand tightly, so I let him succeed easily.

I:? ? ?

Bakugo:? ? ?

"You are fucking sick, why are you holding my wife's hand?" His doubts quickly turned into anger, and the familiar villainous face appeared again.

I was also in a daze: "This is..."

"Ueno, don't be afraid." He said calmly.

What are you afraid of?I am not afraid.

After he "comforted" me, he looked at Shang Baohao coldly: "A scum who used violence against his wife."

???

Combined with the question Echizen asked me just now, I probably understand what strange things he has made up in his head.

Baohao first blanked his facial expression for a few seconds, and then roared: "Violence? You said I used violence against her? How could I be willing to do it!!" Then he began to loosen his fingers, "But for a self-righteous person like you I am quite willing to use violence by megalomaniacs."

As the source of the misunderstanding, I have to do something: "You misunderstood, these injuries were really not caused by Xiao Sheng, he is not that kind of person."

Bakugo looks a little fierce, but in fact, he has spoiled me so much that he can't spoil me any more.

"How did you do it? You said that the corner of your eyebrow was scratched by a fall, and I still believe it, but your wrist was obviously pinched." His analysis was reasonable and well-founded, and I almost believed it... Believe me.

There are really endless explanations for the injury. I will try to keep the story short: "I met a pervert a few days ago and was accidentally attacked."

"Assaulted? What about other places? Were there any other injuries?" He asked anxiously.

"No, no." Strange, why does it seem to smell like sex?

Turning his head, Bakugo's palms started to burst into flames, and his eyes turned into two upside-down protractors!Can the human eye really do this when angry?

"...Xiaosheng Xiaosheng, calm down." I didn't have time to talk to Echizen about what happened, so I hurried to comfort this little animal that had already exploded and was about to go berserk.

As soon as I walked to his side, he suddenly strangled my waist and took me into his arms, for fear that I would run away: "I don't care what kind of shitty classmate you are or anyone else, anyway, I think you are very upset, you Stop harassing my wife in the future."

Echizen frowned and asked me, "Has this person always been this irritable?" He still hasn't given up on the guess that I was abused by the bastard.

"Who is irritable? I am very calm now, unprecedentedly calm!" You better stop talking, you don't look calm at all.

I said goodbye to Echizen indiscriminately and pushed Bakugo to leave this place of right and wrong.

"Ueno." He called out behind me, "What's your cell phone number? I have something I want to talk to you alone."

Me: ...This person probably really doesn't have such a thing as emotional intelligence. Didn't you see that the situation is very tense?What phone number do you want at this time?

In order not to rekindle Baohao's anger, I immediately refused: "It's been so many years, and we have nothing to talk about. Go forward, let the past things go, I don't care anymore, and you don't have to worry about it."

In my heart, I silently applauded my literary and elegant words, but as soon as I finished speaking, Bakugo rushed back from my side and greeted Echizen's face with a punch. His strength and speed are very professional heroes. .

Bakugo didn't have the personality to use Blast, and Echizen barely avoided the punch by relying on his reflexes as an excellent athlete.

Why did it suddenly start?

After this punch was emptied, Bakugo grabbed Echizen by the collar and lifted it up: "You are Echizen? You are her bastard ex-boyfriend? You made her look like that, and now you still have the face to talk to her? I will kill you now." you."

"Xiao, Xiaosheng, don't fight, this is a public place..." The commotion between the two attracted gossiping people around.

Bakugo's current identity is not a joke after being rude to others outside, I can already imagine how unrealistic the headline of the lace news will be, but I don't know how to persuade him to fight, so I can only hold him back His arms kept repeating: "Xiao Sheng, don't fight..."

He looked at me worried, and after a moment of stalemate, he finally let go, but he did not forget to threaten verbally: "I warn you, don't appear in front of her again, or I will beat you every time I see you."

Echizen didn't say a word the whole time, and he didn't do anything other than dodge Bakugo's punch. His head hung down and his thin bangs covered his eyes, and he could only see his thin lips tightly pursed. Know what he's thinking.

Walking on the road with a bunch of things, Bakugo didn't speak for a while.

When I got home, I suddenly remembered: "Have you bought a small cake yet?"

He was still thinking about buying me a small cake all the time, I kind of wanted to laugh, thinking he was too cute.

"It's okay, it's enough to eat later."

"Did I scare you just now?" he asked.

"It's true, your action was too sudden, and I didn't react for a while."

He grabbed a few strands of hair irritably: "I'm just angry, next time... I'll control it a bit." When he said this, it meant he was saying sorry.

"It's okay, Sweetie." I kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't always call me Xiaotiantian, Xiaotiantian, it's disgusting!" He said with a frown.

"Oh, stop shouting then."

He probably didn't expect me to be so obedient, so he asked a little unwillingly: "Really stop shouting?"

"real."

When I got home, when I sorted the ingredients I bought and put them in the refrigerator, he suddenly said, "Actually, it's okay to shout."

I was wondering whether the little eggplant would taste better fried or steamed when I was interrupted by his words: "What?"

He glanced at me: "Nothing, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Oh, you mean the name Britney? Britney."

"You bastard," he muttered with his back to me, continuing to wash tomatoes in the sink.

I saw his ears were a little red, hehe.

"Sweetie, Sweetie, Sweetie."

I got tired of leaning over and yelled several times in a row.

"Stop yelling, if you yell again, I'll kiss you."

"Oh? There is such a good thing." I looked at him expectantly.

"Damn—" The water was turned off, and the tomatoes were not washed, so they held my face and kissed it while their hands were still wet.

The lips are sweet, as expected of Britney Spears.

When the meal was ready, the octopus balls in my stomach had almost been digested, and I drank some sour tomato basil soup, and I started eating.

He always made very little of my meals, and only made unusually large amounts when making something easy to share like a sandwich.

He and I each have a golden fried egg in their rice bowls.

"Why is it the same egg, you can only eat boiled and fried, but not fried?" Bakugo asked.

It was a new quirk he had discovered the last time he was cooking.The word quirk is his, not mine.

I took a bite of the hard-boiled rice and loved the graininess: "Scrambled eggs are weird."

"What's so strange? Why do you still discriminate against all eggs?" Listening to what Baohao said, he has been led by me to go further and further in the direction of the road of sand sculpture.

"It's just a mess. It feels sticky and weird. I don't want to eat it." I don't know how to describe this feeling, but I just hate scrambled eggs. It feels disgusting to eat, and it's not an egg allergy.

"You squeamish." He poked the eggplant and said.

Dadu's squeamish bag doesn't want to quarrel with him and starts to clean up the dishes.

"I'm here to wash the dishes today, don't compete with me."

I was washing the dishes and he said that he had to go out for a while.

I didn't care about the bubbles from the detergent on my hands and ran over: "Where are you going? Is there a mission?"

"It's not a mission, it's just going out to buy things." He casually put on a sweatshirt.

"Buy things? Isn't it better to buy umbrellas and lubricants?" I didn't want him to leave.

"Not buying that, what are you thinking, it will be done in 10 minutes, I will be back after you wash the dishes."

Bakugo did what he said, and I had just washed the dishes and wrung out the towel when I heard the door slam.

He brought back a very appetizing little cake.

I took the small box in his hand: "What's this called? It looks delicious."

"Banana chocolate tart, I think you should like it."

"Are you going out just to buy me this?"

"Otherwise? Did I bring something else back?" He took the chocolate tart back again, "I know you can't eat it now, so put it in the refrigerator first."

As long as he sits on the sofa, I want to lean on him.Or use hands and feet, I especially like to use my feet to step on his belly, of course it is light, it is always hard and not soft at all, it is very fun.

"It's coming again, right?" He grabbed my ankle, "Why is it so dishonest to watch TV?"

Bakugo put one hand on the edge of the sofa to support his chin, his side face looked a little lazy, I couldn't help teasing him.

"Xiao Sheng, your place is hard/hard, and it's very comfortable to step on." Gently breaking free from his hand and stepping back, it's nice to have abdominal muscles.

"Is my belly soft? Do I have abdominal muscles?" After stepping on him, it wasn't enough, so I went to lift my clothes to check.

"Aren't you exercising? Where did it come from—it seems that there is a little bit of it!" He squinted and touched it, "It's strange, don't you not exercise much? Why do you have it?"

"Abdominal muscles, as long as the requirements are not too exaggerated, people who are very thin will have them. And I have been practicing yoga so hard recently, why can't I call it a non-exercise." The more I touched it, the more I clapped his hand.

The TV show is so ugly, I want to watch a movie: "How about switching the TV to movie mode?"

"What movie do you want to watch?" He cut it in seconds and called up the movie list.

"Horror movies, watch horror movies! I'll go to the refrigerator to find something to drink, Xiao Sheng, do you want milk?" I remember there were still a few boxes of untouched yogurt in the refrigerator.

"What milk? Your milk?" he asked back.

This man was speaking yellow again, so I kicked his thigh while lying down: "Get out!"