Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

"How's it going."

Sitting in front of the window was a man with long hair and golden eyes. The clothes on his body were rather ancient, and the layers were very cumbersome, with gold carvings and jade, elegant and luxurious.

"I've checked him carefully, and there's nothing serious about it, except for a slight bruise, but maybe it's because of being overly frightened, and he's showing signs of delirium. Let him rest for a night and he should be fine." The man in a suit and leather shoes next to him Pushing his glasses, he stylized to report the physical condition of the person on the bed.

"Understood, thank you for your hard work." The long-haired man nodded, and immediately lowered his eyes to look at the man who was still asleep on the bed.

His mubai eyelashes trembled, and then he asked the man with glasses behind him:

"How is Duan Siwei doing?"

"I have already reported this matter to the Demon World Management Association, and they will send supervisors to investigate the case tonight." The man with glasses lowered his voice and said in a low voice, "But Mr. Feng, I think something is wrong."

The man's slender, white fingers trembled, and then he said softly: "I know, I'm not stupid, after all these years, how can I not notice it at all."

"Then why do you still..." asked the man with glasses puzzled.

"Secretary Lin." The long-haired man interrupted him, "You talk too much."

"Yes, this subordinate overstepped the distance." The man called Secretary Lin nodded slightly, then picked up the equipment used for physical examination, and exited the room respectfully.

Feng Qi looked at the man on the bed, and when he heard the name "Little Xueqiu" faintly called out from his mouth, his heart skipped a beat.

I didn't realize that this person was so thin. When I appeared in the form of a baby, I could only look up at him forever. I felt that this person was tall, with thick and warm arms, but when I carried him out of the land of chaos just realized——

He is very light, like a feather, holding him in his arms is an unreal sense of nothingness.

Maybe the relationship changed drastically at that moment.

Two months ago, when I received a notice from the Administration Bureau of the Demon Realm, when I was told that my "Tianji" was a human named Song Yinzhi in the world, I was ridiculed by all the demons in the Demon Realm.

In the cognition of the Yaozu, human beings are the only inferior race in the Three Realms. They are selfish and arrogant, they regard themselves as the rulers of the Three Realms, despise ghosts and gods, and ruthlessly hunt and kill other species in nature. He sneered, wishing he could get it and punish him.

So at that time, when I was being searched for my own "secret" by the school, Feng Qi was dissatisfied because he was ridiculed all the time, and because he had received part of his demon power, he could only maintain his activities in the form of a child. The idea of ​​"as long as this person dies, I can return to the demon world" came into being.

So whether it's a giant python or a curly tooth shark, it's just a knife for this shameless human being.

But inexplicably, he hesitated even though the opportunity was right in front of him.

Didn't it mean that human beings are very greedy for life and afraid of death?

Why did Comrade Tianji stand up bravely when the monster took the lead, trying to be the car with the arms of the mantis?

So just before he left, when Duan Siwei pulled his sleeves and cried "What's so good about this dirty human being", he really thought about this issue seriously.

As a man, he is a man with no ambitions. He has given up the so-called "best job" of human beings, and is willing to circle around a doll. Crying and crying, even daring not to refute after being humiliated by a bunch of gossip women.

It stands to reason that I really hate this kind of man.

But inexplicably, she felt the so-called warmth from this man with no ambitions.

This is a feeling that can never be experienced in the indifferent demon world.

It turns out that "human beings are dirty and have bad roots" that the demon world keeps saying is just their shallow prejudice.

Feng Qi smiled, raised his hand to hold Song Yinzhi's hand.

His ten fingers are slender and weak, with distinct joints, and it doesn't look like the kind of hands that often work.

But for a deliberately disguised baby, he insisted on forcing himself to become a qualified house husband.

"Even though human beings are really bad, I think you are the special one." Feng Qi lightly stroked Song Yinzhi's fingertips, his tone was rare and tender.

As he said that, Feng Qi raised his hand and tapped Song Yinzhi's brows lightly, the warmth passed over his fingertips, and Song Yinzhi's originally frowning brows relaxed at that moment——

****

The rising sun dyed the entire city in dazzling gold.

Song Yinzhi slowly opened his eyes, and he saw the familiar room.

His temples tensed and he felt pain.

He rubbed his temples and slowly sat up from the bed.

Strange, why does my head hurt so much, did I drink alcohol last night?Maybe not.

Thinking about it, Song Yinzhi looked at Xiao Douding who was sleeping on the side and curled up into a ball.

Hmm...how did I come back last night?Why can't I remember, what happened, why is it like a broken piece in my head, part of the memory has been taken away.

Hearing the movement, the little baby beside him rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up, yawned big, and let out a cute "嘤".

He turned his head to look at Song Yinzhi who was sitting on the side rubbing his temples in pain, crawled into his arms with hands and feet together, wrapped his small hands tightly around his waist, and whispered in a sleepy voice:

"Brother, hug."

Song Yinzhi freed one hand to gently pat the baby's back, and took advantage of the situation to help him straighten his messy hair.

"Little Xueqiu, what happened last night? Why is my head hurting so much and I can't remember anything." It was like asking, and also like talking to himself.

"Brother, let's eat." The little baby changed the subject directly, coquettishly, and shook Song Yinzhi's waist.

Song Yinzhi looked at the cute baby, and reached out to touch his little face: "Okay, brother will prepare breakfast for you now."

When Song Yinzhi was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, he kept brooding over the abandoned memory of last night. His intuition told him that what was forgotten must be very important, otherwise he wouldn't care about it like crazy.

What is it, why can't I remember it?

Thinking about it, it seemed that he felt that his head was not up to the mark, Song Yinzhi raised the hand holding the knife and smashed it to the head——

The hand turned a corner in mid-air, made an emergency landing, and landed on the fish on the chopping board.

Almost, he became his own ghost.

Song Yinzhi took a deep breath and cheered himself up.

Breakfast is fish porridge and omelet, as well as the baby's favorite shrimp meatballs.

There is no class in the early childhood education center today, and the little baby went back to the room after breakfast, not knowing what he was doing.

After Song Yinzhi washed the dishes and cleaned up, he took advantage of the good weather to take the quilt out to dry, and only planned to go back to catch up on sleep when he was done with everything.

Really sleepy.

It's just that as soon as he entered the room, he saw the little baby standing at the entrance, leaning on the wall, holding a stack of paper-like things in his hand.

"What's the matter, Xueqiu, why are you standing here?" Song Yinzhi picked up the baby, and gently tapped the baby's forehead to express his intimacy.

The little baby raised the stack of papers in his hand, and said in a milky voice:

"Brother, choose one."

Song Yinzhi took the stack of papers in surprise, flipped through them with one hand, and found that it was a stack of photos, each of which contained different characters, all men, and the point was——

They are all handsome!

There are a few that are very familiar, and they should be popular artists or the like, but they can't name them.

Among them, there is a very special man.

His long light brown hair is tied up high with a white headband. I don't know if he is wearing color contact lenses or for some reason. His pupils are a rare golden color. He is wearing very cumbersome ancient costumes, which may be called the costumes of the former dynasty, but they are not It's too similar, there are layers of clouds and thunder patterns on the chest, and there are many accessories, but they are not exaggerated. The overall matching looks very comfortable.

The man in the photo tilted his head slightly, and there was a string of strange totems engraved beside his perfect jaw line, extending from the base of his ears to his neckline.

"What do you choose?" Song Yinzhi looked at the pile of photos without knowing why, and asked.

"Choose one, brother likes it." The little baby pouted, and his little hand reached out to the man in ancient costume intentionally or unintentionally.

"But, these are boys." Song Yinzhi smiled helplessly.

"Choose." The little baby was in a hurry, picked up the stack of photos and threw himself into Song Yinzhi's arms, rubbing his small face against his neck, "Choose the blue ones too."

Perhaps because he couldn't resist the little baby's coquettish offensive, or maybe he wanted to use practical actions to teach the little baby how to respect every emotion in the world, Song Yinzhi took the stack of photos, studied them carefully, and then took out one of the photos, pointing to:

"That's it, my brother likes this kind of man who is wild, tense, and full of masculinity."

In an instant, the wind and cloud outside the window fused, dark clouds slanted down, and the whole city was shrouded in darkness.

Just like the little baby's face that suddenly collapsed at this moment.

Seemingly unwilling, he pulled out the photo of the wild man, and stuffed the rest of the photos into Song Yinzhi's hands, his thin eyebrows were knit together, and his voice was low:

"Choose another one from the introduction."

Song Yinzhi didn't understand what this little guy meant.

He looked at the stack of photos helplessly, and after a long while, he pointed to one of them and said:

"Well, this one seems to be an entertainer. I saw a video of him dancing before, and my brother thinks he is very handsome."

The little baby's face turned from white to green, and he quickly took the photo away:

"Morishita, choose one."

"Then this one is fine too. It looks very sunny. It should be a warm boy."

The little baby's face turned from blue to black, and he took away the photo of the sunny boy again.

Song Yinzhi didn't understand: "Snowball, which one do you want your brother to choose?"

The baby didn't respond to his words, and continued to point at the pile of photos, his tone obviously filled with dissatisfaction and even impatience:

"Choose one and choose one."

There are only two photos left, one is a popular entertainer, a popular man in the entertainment industry, and the other is the man in ancient costume.

Although the man in ancient costume is very eye-catching and his clothes are novel enough, but in terms of appearance, Song Yinzhi prefers the handsome gay man.

Because although men in ancient costumes are good-looking, their facial features are too three-dimensional, in other words, too gorgeous, and this kind of too gorgeous looks often gives people a sense of distance.

After hesitating for a while, Song Yinzhi slowly took out the photo of the handsome man from the little baby's hand, and carefully observed the little baby's expression.

Very good, his complexion hasn't changed anymore, it seems that this is the correct option.

Song Yinzhi no longer hesitated, and directly put the photo of the powerful man in front of the little baby, and said with great certainty:

"That's it, my brother likes this kind of hard-working and motivated man."

The little baby is still holding the photo of the man in ancient costume. I don't know if it's an illusion. Song Yinzhi thinks that the little baby seems... petrified?

Then it crackled into pieces——

The author has something to say: Feng Qi's little baby: "Yes? Why did you perfectly avoid the correct option?"

感谢在2020-07-2020:00:45~2020-07-2118:33:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of summer;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!