Mary had lived in Albania with Riddle for nearly two months, and as dull as she was, she also felt that something was wrong.

One is that she didn't understand the real reason why Riddle came here. At first she thought he was coming, and since it was the wedding day, it was a honeymoon, but Riddle took root in the border as soon as he came, and he stayed in this kind of hotel for so long , but the outside is full of virgin forests at a glance, and it is time to vomit when appreciating the natural scenery.

The second thing... She swears that it is definitely not that she looks down on such a bad environment after her living standard has improved, but recently her mood is very bad, so bad that she decided that she does not want to explore primitive society with Riddle anymore Yes, yes, she wants to talk to Riddle, and if she doesn't go back to England, she will go back by herself.

But early this morning, Riddle got up earlier than her, went out by himself, and hasn't come back yet.

Mary glanced at the wooden clock hanging on the wall. The hour hand had reached twelve in Roman numerals, and an ugly wooden dove popped out and chirped out of tune.

Although Riddle also had the experience of coming back late, he had never been in the early morning.

Mary wondered, Riddle wouldn't want to leave her here, would he?

Forget it, he wouldn't be like this - no, he can indeed do this kind of thing!

Mary thought of this angrily, and tears began to roll in her eyes.

She cursed Riddle secretly, turned over and closed her eyes, not looking at the damn clock, thinking that if Riddle didn't come back the next day, she would go back to England.

Finally, after an unknown period of time, Insomnia finally wanted to bid her farewell, and when the sleep nerves were reactivated, Riddle returned.

He is very embarrassed.

He seemed to be in a fight, the cloak he was wearing had holes, and it could be seen that there should be a lot of bumps on his body, and there were several deep scratches on his face.

He frowned, his face was pale, and his black hair was soaked with sweat.

"Mary." He threw the bag in his hand on the bedside table, silently read out the fluorescent flashes with his wand, and then spoke wearily, and stretched out his arm to push her, motioning her to leave him a place.

"Don't, don't push me." Mary was woken up by him, her emotions fell to the bottom, and her voice suddenly became louder, "Tom, you use a lot of strength every time! Every time!"

"You have a bigger temper." Riddle didn't have the heart to quarrel with her, he slowed down his strength, and touched her again, "Hurry up, or I'll sleep on top of you."

Only then did Mary move out of her seat, and said with disgust: "You are still going to sleep like this, why did you go, how did you get hurt?"

Her drowsiness dissipated a little, and she muttered "You are really not afraid of pain", groping in the dark to find her wand to heal him.

"Your intentions for coming here are not pure." Mary complained, but the spell did not make any mistakes. "You won't tell me, there are so many little secrets."

Riddle felt itchy on his face, but it was very warm. This should be the effect of the spell, "I'm looking for something, but you're not interested in that."

"But I'm interested in you!" Mary rolled her eyes, "You said that's the case, what if something happens to you?"

"I'm not going to die," he said slowly.

"You're too confident, Tom." Mary sighed, "Take a step back, if you don't die, what about me, don't you think about me?"

Riddle groaned, with a rare ambiguity, "Mary...I, I won't let you die."

She was really amused this time, but she was not so angry, "But we are human beings, even if we live as long as Principal Armando, we will die—oh, I'm not cursing him, you understand me the meaning of."

Riddle didn't bother to explain to her, she wouldn't understand his career anyway.He grabbed her hand, patted her soothingly a few times, and said, "We can go back tomorrow."

"Oh? So you are in such a miserable state today, because you found what you want?" Her eyes fixed on the pocket on the bedside table, and she was about to reach for it, "What is it?"

"Mary." He spoke quickly, and pulled Mary's arm hard to keep her from touching the thing. "This is someone else's commission, you'd better not touch it."

"Consignment? You have been working for others for the past two months without telling me? By the way, take me to vent your boredom, right? You are really there, Tom." Mary had no doubts about what he said. Not interested in what he did, she just felt that Riddle was hiding it from her - and she wouldn't tell anyone?

"Well...we're researching—" Riddle began to ramble.

"I don't care what you are studying?" Mary started to get angry again. She also noticed that her mood had fluctuated a lot recently, but she just couldn't help it: "It's weird, you didn't tell me! I'm your wife! It's legal. !"

Riddle stood up straight, leaned close to Mary with his usual trick, and softened his voice to try to ease her emotions, which always worked.

But......

"Don't get so close to me! You're so dirty right now! I haven't seen it just now, what is this in your hair—a leaf? I almost thought it was a bug!"

Riddle was utterly disgusted, his delicate eyebrows were tightly frowned, thinking about how to sleep peacefully in this situation, Ravenclaw's crown attracted many dangerous creatures, getting rid of them had exhausted him.

He silently called her a mad dog.A good person should know how to tame a disobedient guy.

"Mary, it's not that I won't tell you." He used a less drastic method in an attempt to obtain greater benefits.

He needs to pay a fraction of the real price.

"Okay then, you have to promise me that you won't leave me because of this." He took off the dry leaf between his hair, threw all his boredom into the curled leaf, and threw it on the ground.

Then, he acted like a great novelist, telling the story with realism.

"You never knew my background, did you?" His voice trembled, as if it was true—who made him feel humiliated, or he resented it or something, "My mother is a witch, from Slytherin .”

"She's stupid," ah, he said it wrong, and he changed his words immediately, "or maybe it's kind, she fell in love with a Muggle, but in the end you see where we met—she was abandoned."

Mary had never heard Riddle say it before, and she was a little novel, but more touched by this trust, she comforted him softly, "Tom... Fortunately, we are two people now-you need me to give you A kiss?"

"Oh, no dear—by the way, a sympathetic kiss isn't a kiss at all. I don't need sympathy, you see."

So he gets a kiss, soft lips, technically lacking interest/interest.

"I found this out when I was in school. My mother's family is a descendant of Slytherin—it's true, not like Hagrid, who said that he is a descendant of Slytherin." After coming down, I don't know if it was because of the catalysis of a kiss, but the joy in his tone was suppressed, and he adapted the story with a sense of mission so much that he himself believed it was true.

"Speaking of now, what should I do as a descendant of Slytherin?" He suppressed a smile, lying on Mary's lap, enjoying himself as a great speaker, "Don't be a mortal, follow the steps Going to the Ministry of Magic nine to five, I have my own ideas, like Slytherin, go on a great adventure."

Oh, is this saying a bit like Gryffindor?I really hope there is no flaw.

Well, wouldn't it be more sympathetic and empathetic to add some tragic events?

"But the descendants of Slytherin don't necessarily have to be like this..." Of course Mary couldn't tell the truth, he stretched out his hand to brush his long bangs, and said into his eyes: "I just like Ordinary life, I don't want to be home everywhere."

"That's why I'm afraid that you will leave me," Riddle found the loophole in her words, and immediately filled in the lie, "I'm afraid that one day we won't be able to achieve a good balance in this kind of life, and we will drift away. "

He believed it himself, haha.

"Marriage is not a joke, Tom. Since we decided to be together, we have to overcome a lot together, right?" Mary said cautiously, "I don't think I should stop your ideal, I have always believed that you are a capable person. Humans must be able to do great things. But you can’t always be running around, right? We still have a life to grow old together.”

"Hmm..." Riddle dragged his tone meaningfully, he was about to say something to please her, "My friend introduced me to a good job, after returning to England, let's improve my life first .”

Recently, the Muggle world was in the early stage of stabilization. It took them a lot of time to return to England, and Mary was a little unhappy. She missed the start time of school and wanted to rush to Diagon Alley as soon as she got off the boat.

"I have to write to Principal Armando and tell him that he is not absent from work for no reason. I hope our owl Dolly will behave better, and don't let them pay us more for foster care." She felt tired after a few words, and she simply relied on In Riddle's arms, "This boat makes me sick, I don't want to be on a boat again."

Say what you will, Riddle pretends not to hear.

"And you, we've known each other for so long, we didn't realize that you are such a person. Oh no, you plotted against me when you were 15 years old." Mary pointed to her mouth, "You bit me so painfully ah."

--15 years old?

"Aren't you uncomfortable? How can you talk so much?" He couldn't help changing the subject when he heard Mary mocking him, "Didn't you find this very lively?"

oh yes.The voices of the enthusiastic people are about to reach the pier.

"Uh, yes, wait—" Mary seemed to think of something, and her words stopped abruptly, which caused Riddle to look at her curiously.

From all the recent indications, she seems to be... Mary thought, counting the dates.

On Riddle's side, there was an even stranger sound that made him notice——

"Excuse me, are you Mary?"

A man not much older than him appeared with a smile.He seems to have the characteristics that Mary also has, red skin, white teeth when he smiles, and a few extra freckles.

"...Henry?" Mary wasn't sure.

"Yeah, it's not easy to see you here, isn't it?" He has a good figure and can carry several boxes of seafood together, which also makes him smell like the sea.

"Yeah, you survived!" It was a bit strange to say this, but it was one of Mary's comrades-in-arms.

"Thanks to Mary, your kiss encouraged me! You are like a little angel in the barracks!" Henry kept praising her, "Did you know? Kenan also survived and worked as a boatman with me, but he Went to celebrate——the war was won, there are a lot of free things to eat today, I will go after moving these! I was still complaining about being busy, but I didn’t expect to meet our Miss Angel! Are you going to see Kenan? He sure I want to see you too!"

Henry didn't know what he said at all, and Riddle, who was beside Mary, was about to draw out his wand. The muscles under his eye sockets twitched wildly, and he stared fiercely at Henry.

Henry felt Riddle's fierceness, but he was tall and didn't pay attention to Riddle. He just showed his white teeth, "This is your brother!"

"I'm her husband." He spit out each word in a strange and low voice, and he could hear strong restraint.

"Oh, congratulations on your marriage." Henry's words became less enthusiastic. He looked Riddle up and down, obviously showing a kind of joking, "So you like the boyish type" attitude.

Riddle was taller than Henry, but he really didn't have the strong physique that he had cultivated through years of physical exertion.

"We all liked Mary before," he must have said on purpose, "but she says she has a fiancé who's in the army too, is that you? You don't seem to have suffered much."

"Okay, Henry." Mary pushed Riddle back, but didn't push, she was afraid that Riddle would do something as stupid as attacking Muggles again, "Hurry up and join the celebration, we'll be there in a while, I want to meet Kenan too!"

Henry shrugged and said with a smile: "Then it's done, you must come to us, Angel."

"Mary." When Henry was gone, Riddle pulled her out of his arms and asked through gritted teeth: "Mary, Mary, my dear, can you explain? How many men have you made out with?" ?”

"They are all soldiers! During the treatment, the nurse occasionally fulfilled some of their wishes, not just me!" Mary said eagerly: "Some are dying, full of holes, he said he wanted a kiss at the end, we It’s impossible not to help them fulfill their wishes—for example, Henry, it’s a good thing he survived.”

"Oh, like Henry, like Kenan, like Hugh, a bunch of scumbags make you play around, they let you kiss him, let you sleep/sleep with him, marry him, you are willing to do it. I am just A Tom, eh?" Riddle hated his own name, much more often than these laymen.

He was eccentric, contemptuous and sarcastic, "I think there are quite a few people who like you."

Besides, how dare Muggles look down on him? !

"Can you think about it when you talk, Tom?" Mary's eyes were red, "Is this the kind of woman I am in your heart? Have you ever experienced the battlefield yourself? What is a superficial kiss compared to your life? If I couldn't be happier that a kiss could keep them alive!"

"You can use healing spells!"

"Need I remind you, Mr. Genius? I haven't been to school since the fourth grade! In an environment completely devoid of magic, let me study by myself, and then experiment with wounded soldiers?"

"But you can't either." Riddle held her wrist, preventing her from barking her teeth.

"Is this what I did after I married you?" Mary was still scolding him, "You are so selfish, let me tell you, before I fall in love with you, you don't care what I do!"

"But you are my wife."

My, my, my Mary!Don't forget your last name is Riddle!

"What are you doing besides getting me pregnant?" Mary rolled her eyes, "Can you be a good husband before accusing me!"

After Riddle heard that word, his nerves tensed, he even started to sweat, and all, everything was forgotten.

The disadvantages of sex/intercourse are reflected.

He made a big mistake, he should have rejected Mary, refused, should not have killed her fiancé in the first place.Mary, Mary, she looks pure, but she is the most experienced devil in the deepest part of his heart.

Riddle's mind was confused and he spoke incoherently. He could only blame Mary for all the crimes, and he was never stingy with his absurd imagination.

It's all her and all her, this dreadful enchanted fiend.

——My God, the disadvantages of sex/intercourse are reflected.

The author has something to say: In the last chapter, a baby asked whether Mary was pregnant, but in fact she really got fat hahaha.The time span of this chapter is about two months before I started to get pregnant hahaha.

Call for a goose name online (no Harry!!!)

And, in this chapter, there are more descriptions of Riddle's heart, and I specifically wrote about... neuropathy, because he really is, neuropathy.

Riddle: Anyway, blame the wife for anything! 555 My Wife Is a Bad Person, I’m a Baby My Wife Seduces Me 1551

Mary:?

As for Mary’s kiss, I’m an English patient for reference. As Nightingale’s cherub, I wouldn’t be stingy with a kiss, but Riddle would die of anger.

感谢在2020-12-0223:40:00~2020-12-0702:28:42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 who threw the grenade: 274851301;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Dilu and sweet milk tea; 2 bottles of Susu; 1 bottle of Li Li;

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

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