After a career fan marries a disabled actor[Transmigration Book]

He cooked a lot, Zhao Liuke also ate a lot, Huo Jinfeng didn't move much, but he ate every dish.

After eating, it was natural to wash the dishes. Zhao Liuke stood up and cleaned the dishes naturally, reaching out to clean the dishes.

Huo Jinfeng looked at his blue wrist.

Originally, my skin was fair, but because I am a celebrity, I still pay attention to my body...

So if you rub it, you will get marks, if you are tightly restrained, it will turn red, and if you use force, it will be like this, first it will be red and swollen, then it will turn blue and blue, and if it is more severe, it may turn purple.

He didn't have to do anything, just sit back in the wheelchair, and then watched the young man come out after washing the dishes, and sat on the sofa in silence, looking down at his clean, light pink fingers after soaking in water for a long time.

After a long while, the young man suddenly raised his head and his fingers were all clenched together: "Can I apply to buy a dishwasher?"

As he spoke, he pushed out a bank card from his pocket, which was the one he used to buy tableware today.

"Also, I'm not used to swiping credit cards. I want to use online banking."

He scratched his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "I bought a lot of things recently and spent a lot of money. The agreement includes living expenses, but you didn't fill in the agreement, so I stipulated it myself."

Huo Jinfeng asked: "How much?"

How many zeros will follow?seven?or eight?

Huo Jinfeng thought casually, suddenly getting bored.

Money, power, as the only son of the Huo family, he has everything.

The successors are staring at his rich family background, not to mention he has a unique face.

When he was forced to marry, he agreed to Yang Xiaoying's request because he knew she would not dare to do anything.

This boy has no money, really has no money, just didn't expect it, just like those people.

If he misses it, forget it.

It's just another blood-sucking leech.

Huo Jinfeng gripped his fingers tightly, and the slightly long nails pierced into the palm of his hand, causing a sharp pain.

"Three thousand." The young man raised his head, and then seemed to be asking for help infrequently, feeling a little uncomfortable, and unconsciously thinking about it.

"Is it too much? I can't afford anything else. It's just that I bought a lot of pot flowers today. I didn't expect the supermarket downstairs to be so expensive..."

He was even more embarrassed, and the roots of his ears were a little red: "I don't really want to wash dishes... But dishwashers are so expensive... I just searched and it cost three thousand..."

Unable to believe his ears at all, Huo Jinfeng froze in place, staring at the base of the other party's ears that were red under his eyes.

His previous emotions were shattered by a few simple words.

Let alone three thousand, thirty million will do.

He let go.

"what ever."

Zhao Liuke really has very few things to do now. He is not sleepy after eating, and he eats late, so he sits on the sofa and swipes his phone to check today's trending searches.

#Lu Mingjin Group "The Wild Goose Startled the Hong"#

The most popular ones I clicked on were Jiutu, the first one was a Reuters animation, and the remaining eight were beauty crit.

Zhao Liuke raised his eyebrows.

Lu Ming is already very popular at this time, and every move has its own traffic.

He looks a bit feline, looks dignified and extravagant, Danfeng's eyes droop a little and he is a coquettish/cheesy/good embryo, but after makeup, he looks glamorous.

In this picture, he is wearing makeup. The director must have asked the makeup artist to take a temporary photo after he took a fancy to him.

He changed his account and clicked into the comments, and saw Yishui's fans commenting, all of them praised him, and there were many beautiful photos with pictures.

I clicked on Lu Ming's Weibo again. Recently, Lu Ming received a mid-end luxury brand's Asian endorsement, and there are many pictures of purchases below.

He refreshed it, and the people the other party followed jumped from 371 to 372.

He clicked in and saw his name.

Zhao Liuke turned off Weibo, thinking, is it too late to log off Weibo now?

He stood up, boarded the large back door, put his phone on the sofa, and picked up the kettle.

Huo Jinfeng didn't know what he was busy with when he entered the room, and he didn't mean to disturb him, but just went to refill him a cup of tea every half an hour, and refill the humidifier by the way.

Huo Jinfeng didn't shy away from him. When Zhao Liuke came in with the pot of water, he was on the phone. When he saw Zhao Liuke, he waved to him.

Huo Jinfeng was packing up the documents, he put away a pile of papers, turned on the hands-free, and now he is replying: "Yes."

The female voice on the opposite side was very cheerful: "When will you let me meet my sister-in-law!"

After pouring the water, he stood aside and did not leave, his expression froze when he called his sister-in-law.

Huo Jinfeng put the documents aside, took out a box of safflower oil from the drawer at his feet, opened it and poured a little in the palm of his hand, then grabbed Zhao Liuke's wrist.

Zhao Liuke still stayed on the title of "sister-in-law" and didn't turn around. He subconsciously pulled his hand away, but was trapped by Huo Jinfeng and pulled back without any effort.

He watched the other party apply the potion in his palm to his wrist and rub it back and forth.

"Come back tomorrow."

The potion gradually became hot and itchy.

Zhao Liuke wanted to move, but felt that Huo Jinfeng's behavior was precious, and he was answering the phone, so he didn't speak well.

He had no choice but to look out of the window. It was already night and it was getting dark outside. He saw his awkward face reflected in the glass.

very vivid.

"I'll find out in advance, how is my sister-in-law's personality? Otherwise, it won't be good if my eldest sister and sister-in-law have conflicts in the future."

Zhao Liuke could feel the focused gaze of the person in front of him falling on his wrist, and his gaze seemed to jump when he heard this.

"A little shy, don't pester him, we will go there tomorrow."

Zhao Liuke thought that he had heard enough comments in his previous life to be calm about them, but now he heard it from Huo Jinfeng, but he felt different.

Because his desire to withdraw his hand became stronger.

"It seems that you are willing to talk about us, am I right? Huo Jinfeng, your iron tree is blooming? A miracle in the world? My sister-in-law is a model of human beings? Is it too late to order a pennant now?"

Zhao Liuke saw the veins popping out of Huo Jinfeng's forehead, couldn't hold back, and laughed.

The chattering female voice over there suddenly fell silent, and said quickly: "So my sister-in-law is here too, so I won't bother Huo Jinfeng, let's talk on WeChat—"

"beep--"

The phone was hung up, and the face-saving sister Huo Jinfeng obviously gritted her teeth for the last two words.

Huo Jinfeng let go of his hands, and took a tissue to wipe the safflower oil on his hands.

When they parted, Zhao Liuke felt the coolness of the wind between his wrists.

"It was my sister just now." Huo Jinfeng looked up at him, "We should go back, the wedding banquet is tomorrow."

While he was wiping his hands, Zhao Liuke saw the red mark on the palm of his hand—like nails stuck into the palm of his hand.

He seems to be ill again.

"Open it, change your phone, there is a new card in it."

Zhao Liuke opened it, and it was from a certain fruit last year.

Huo Jinfeng explained: "I bought two colors at that time."

Sure enough, he saw that the mobile phone in Huo Jinfeng's hand was a restrained space gray color.

He picked up the phone, which was the same as his except that it was white in color, and felt a little depressed for a while.

There are only these small things that can be done for him now. Although he didn't make his condition worse, he couldn't treat his leg; he watched Huo Jinfeng tripped by Yang Xiaoying, but he couldn't do anything more for him.

Zhao Liuke said, "Are you sick again?"

Huo Jinfeng was taken aback, he had already forgotten his mood swings in the morning, "Why do you ask that?"

The tone of the young man can be said to be reproachful, and he spoke quickly and anxiously: "What's wrong with your hand? I've been with you all day, why did it irritate you? If you still feel this uncomfortable next time, can you help me?" Call me right away? I'm right outside the door, you... even if you bite me, don't hurt yourself, okay? Just like you did this morning, you can bite me. "

This is the first time, ah, no, not the first time.

In fact, every time the person in front of me reacted strongly to my self-mutilation, the first time was when he pounced on me in the garden, the second time was when I was held down by myself in the morning, and the third time was now.

What is he saying?can bite him.

Can you reduce your own pain by hurting this person?

What nonsense.

What Huo Jinfeng wants to say depends on the change of the young man's expression, as if he is afraid that he will not agree, "You...you better agree, otherwise I won't use this phone, tomorrow... I won't take you to the supermarket tomorrow gone."

He saw the corners of the young man's tight lips, the dark one was bitten by him in the morning.

After the boy knew himself, he kept getting injured. First, his hands, which were the most serious, had dense nerves. He was lucky that he didn't have any inconvenience, then his lips, and then his wrists.

Now act like a child, threatening him with such a harmless... yet exciting reason.

Is this a threat or a seduction?

Can't you see your wounds because of me?

Why do you want me to hurt you again without hesitation?

Is being good for me really that important?

Huo Jinfeng spread his hands, his emotions were difficult to discern, and he just said softly: "Okay."

Until he went to bed at night, Zhao Liuke didn't realize that there was something wrong with what he said.

When Huo Jinfeng had taken a shower, was wearing pajamas with warm steam, and approached him with drooping eyebrows, looking a little pitiful, he realized something.

"Prevent what nightmares I might have when I sleep at night, shall we sleep together?"

Zhao Liuke's heart twitched.

Huo Jinfeng in the book is like this. He has nightmares at night and can't sleep at all. Occasionally, he holds hands and pinches himself to bleed until he becomes numb, and his eyelids become heavy due to blood loss.

He didn't even hesitate, just nodded.

It was only when the other party's warm body from the bath was lying on his side, his breathing was steady and shallow, and fell coolly on the back of his neck, and his presence was clearly revealed, Zhao Liuke lay on the bed and turned over a little. body.

"Can't sleep? Then I still..."

Zhao Liuke pressed the shoulder where he was about to get up, went through the reasons one by one in his mind, and finally chose to tell the truth: "No, it's just a little unaccustomed."

As if he was afraid of someone walking away, he leaned over and grabbed his shoulders and pressed him back to the bed.

The breath of the youth approached, like a healthy plant, fused with his aura, dispelling the stagnant atmosphere around him.

Huo Jinfeng had a rare night without dreams.

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The author has something to say: ah ah ah caught up!bow!Sorry for the lateness!

Speaking of which, we Huogou are really getting better at making up brains.

Don't be afraid of the dog now, be afraid of not being a dog now (.