After marrying a vegetative boss

Feng Zhuojun returned to the bedroom, Baiyao was changing clothes and preparing to take a shower.

He wore a white bathrobe, wrapping his small body in a large bathrobe.

Feng Zhuojun raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you wait for me to wash with you?"

Bai Yao froze for a moment, her eyes widened.

Immediately, he realized that Feng Zhuojun was playing a hooligan, his small face showed a tangled look, and his ears were covered with a layer of light pink.

He quickly ran to the bathroom door and hid in, only a small head was exposed outside.

Shame and anger: "I don't want it."

Then he slammed the door shut.

It took a long time for the sound of water to come from the bathroom, Feng Zhuojun couldn't help smiling outside, why is his little wife so cute.

There is a notebook on the bedside table, and a row of Q-version villains are drawn on the exposed page.

There are boys with cat ears and boys with Pikachu, and each one is cuter than the other.

It can't be said that it has nothing to do with him, it can only be said that it is exactly the same.

The shameful memory of the soul piercing the paper figurines hit again. When I looked at this row of villains from such a perspective, I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

He took the book and put it on his lap.

The book looked new, and it was all about him from the first page.

Every night, he used these skins to return to the breathable memory of the original world, all of which trickled out like spring water.

Flipping through the pages, Feng Zhuojun was a little fascinated.

After Bai Yao took a shower and dried her hair, she stood at the door and saw Feng Zhuojun looking at his painting book.

He naturally remembered what was painted on it.

Every page above was painted by Feng Zhuojun himself. Feng Zhuojun was asleep at the time, and he didn't feel too ashamed when he drew it.

But now the subject is awake and watching.

Embarrassed, Baiyao wished he could dig a hole in the ground and get in.

Baiyao trotted, trying to get back the drawing book.

Just as she was about to get the drawing book, the wet slippers suddenly slipped on the soles of her feet, and Bai Yao fell forward uncontrollably.

Feng Zhuojun raised his head, also startled, and quickly caught Bai Yao with his hands.

Bai Yao's face fell towards Feng Zhuojun, and fell between Feng Zhuojun's legs.

The weak point of his body was suddenly attacked, and Feng Zhuojun gasped.But he didn't forget to hold Bai Yao's waist with his hand, lest he hurt his leg.

The screen freezes.

Baiyao's face was buried at the base of Feng Zhuojun's thigh, and Feng Zhuojun leaned over to wrap around Baiyao's waist. The scene was full of profound meaning and aroused imagination.

Baiyao was the first to react, and supported Feng Zhuojun's legs to stand up, her little face was already red and dripping with blood.

Feng Zhuojun supported Baiyao and sat on the bed, his expression was a little unnatural, but he still couldn't help flirting with Baiyao: "Are you in such a hurry to throw yourself into your arms?"

Bai Yao turned his face away: "Not really."

Feng Zhuojun hugged Baiyao's shoulders and rubbed Baiyao's head: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, why are you so shy so easily?"

Bai Yao still lowered his head and did not speak.

Feng Zhuojun asked, "Does it hurt from the fall?"

Bai Yao shook her head: "No."

Feng Zhuojun pretended to be wronged and said: "But I was hurt by you."

"Ah?" Bai Yao raised his head, a little worried: "Why does it hurt, I'll rub it for you."

Feng Zhuojun lowered his head and pointed to the middle of his thigh: "It hurts here..."

Bai Yao angrily pushed Feng Zhuojun away, climbed onto the bed, and buried herself under the quilt.

After holding back for a long time, I poked my head out and yelled at Feng Zhuojun's milky voice, "You don't know how to be ashamed."

Feng Zhuojun coaxed Bai Yao in a low voice, and it took him a long time to coax him out of the quilt.

He brought the drawing book that was set aside to Bai Yao's eyes, and asked, "Did you want to take this just now?"

Bai Yao nodded.

Feng Zhuojun boasted from the heart: "The painting is really good. In the future, I will let you draw with my eyes open. I will be your model. I will pose in whatever pose you ask me to pose. It will be all right."

Bai Yao pursed her lips, why did Feng Zhuojun's words sound weird.

He pushed Feng Zhuojun's body, and his voice was like a kitten: "It's late, go take a bath."

Feng Zhuojun stood up: "Listen to you."

With that said, he opened the closet and began to change clothes.

He didn't shy away from Baiyao at all, took off all the clothes on his body, and stood in front of Baiyao without reservation.

Although it's just a back, the strong waist is still clearly visible.Bai Yao sneaked a few glances, then closed her eyes shyly, and when she opened them again, Feng Zhuojun had already changed into her bathrobe.

Feng Zhuojun's bathrobe was loosely tied, and a large piece of skin on his chest was exposed. He was no longer as thin as he started, and his body slowly began to grow flesh.

Obviously before, there were no muscles but only ribs, but now I don't know when there are faint muscle lines.

Feng Zhuojun lowered his head, naturally he found Bai Yao who was secretly staring at him.

He joked: "Is it okay to look at it like this? Do you want me to untie it and let you see it?"

Bai Yao showed some resistance to Feng Zhuojun's bad habit of teasing him when he opened his mouth, shook his head, and said with disgust: "If you don't look at it, it's nothing to watch."

This sentence almost touched Feng Zhuojun's bottom line, is this a matter of dignity?But he was still powerless to refute.

What Baiyao said was the truth, although there is more flesh on his body now, but a good figure cannot be regained in a day or two.

Feng Zhuojun was discouraged, and sulking with himself went into the bathroom.

Bai Yao lay on the bed with a guilty conscience, didn't he say too much?

When Feng Zhuojun came out of the shower, Baiyao was already drowsy on the bed, and the young boy with delicate brows and eyes was wrapped in a quilt and sat on the bed, his eyelids were shaking.

He swayed to the side and woke himself up suddenly.

Bai Yao rubbed her eyes in a daze, and said in a sticky voice, "You're done washing."

Feng Zhuojun walked over distressedly: "If you are sleepy, go to bed first, don't wait for me."

Bai Yao looked at Feng Zhuojun sleepily, and shook his head: "Waiting for you."

Feng Zhuojun couldn't bear to see Baiyao sleepy like this, so he quickly got on the bed and hugged Baiyao in his arms.

Baiyao naturally leaned against Feng Zhuojun's chest, and soon came the sound of even breathing.

Feng Zhuojun also closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

However, the picture in the dream was suddenly distorted, the original dream was like a disturbed water surface, all kinds of mirror images merged into a ball, and the world suddenly became dark.

Opening his eyes again, the scene in front of him suddenly turned into hell again.

Feng Zhuojun stayed in this hell for 22 years, but in 22 years, he was more lonely and suffering than many lifetimes.

A luxurious and lonely castle, a diamond-encrusted sofa that can accommodate several people, and a goblet half filled with red wine on the coffee table.

He pursed his lips, not knowing why he came back here again.

An ethereal voice suddenly sounded: "Don't be afraid, I brought you in, and I will send you out later."

This voice was familiar yet unfamiliar, and Feng Zhuojun hadn't heard it for a long time.

He turned his gaze to the painting hanging on the wall, in which was the back of a person.The moon-white forging robe is lonely and gentle, like the cold moonlight in the sky.

In fact, Feng Zhuojun had already forgotten what this person looked like. From the time he was thrown into hell, he could no longer remember what this person looked like when he looked at this painting again.

The painting, which had been quiet for a long time, finally moved, and the person in the painting turned around slowly.

The cold white skin is like snow falling in front of the court, the slender eyebrows are like clouds in the sky, and the eyes are like a clear spring flowing, cold and gentle.

Familiar facial features, exquisite eyebrows and eyes.

Feng Zhuojun was stunned, and exclaimed, "Baiyao?"