The cannon fodder owner dressed as the King of the Merman [Transmigration Book]

Saying so, Shen Fuqiao paused, adjusted, put his right hand around his shoulder blades, left his knees with his left, and hugged Ning Yue horizontally.

However, Ning Yu couldn't even see any tears in his eyes.

A narrow section of white brocade inner shirt was exposed at the lapel of the slanted crimson robe, and on top of it was Ning Yu's fair and beautiful neck, which reminded Shen Fuqiao of the swans that stopped briefly in the Wetland Park for no reason.

He seldom goes to crowded places, because the situation is always very bad after being recognized. The few times he remembers are when he was taken out by his grandfather forcibly when he was a child.

The wetland park is very large, and the animals are all free-range. The animals are fairly demarcated, and the birds can come and go freely, choosing aquatic plants to live in.

It is said that the swan he met that time was very rare, and he only stayed here for one day a year because of migration, to make some supplies.

Beautiful things cannot be kept, they will not belong to anyone alone, let alone stop for a moment because of him.

This kind of clichéd truth, he has already realized it through the torture and suffering day after day.

Shen Fuqiao fell into memory, lost his mind for a while, his face was a little ugly.

Until Ning Yu put one hand on the back of Shen Fuqiao's neck, raised the other hand to half cover Shen Fuqiao's eyes, and said with some doubts in his voice, "Brother, what are you looking at?"

"..."

A swan that will fly away soon.

Shen Fuqiao retracted his gaze: "It's nothing, don't block my eyes."

Ning Yu put down her hand obediently and hugged him on the back of his neck.

Shen Fuqiao is not used to such intimate actions, but this time he did it first, so there is no reason to blame Ning Yu.Besides, Ning Yu now has a pair of legs that hurt when he walks. As the protagonist who should have a halo, he is already very unlucky.

If he is autistic, how can he play in this world?

Shen Fuqiao suppressed the desire to throw Ning Yu out, walked quickly into the bedroom, lifted the veil and put Ning Yu on it, and silently breathed a sigh of relief when he got up, but was accidentally caught by the cuff , No matter how you pull it, you can't pull it apart.

Shen Fuqiao lost his patience, and suddenly raised his hand to struggle, Ning Yu's sharp nails pierced out untimely, and the cloth on the cuff was torn off abruptly.

"..."

Ning Yu grabbed the cloth, blinked his light blue eyes twice, and was dumbfounded.

"..."

Shen Fuqiao had been dealt with by him so that he had nothing to say, he just wanted to cut off his long nails immediately.

Ning Yu observed Shen Fuqiao's expression, and quickly admitted his mistake: "Brother, I was wrong."

His long hair was half scattered on his right shoulder, and he was clutching the sleeve cloth, hiding the too sharp and dangerous parts, revealing his round, pink and white fingernails.

"...The next one is not an example." Shen Fuqiao squeezed the space between his eyebrows, "What did you want to say just now?"

"Come closer."

"I'm not deaf yet."

Ning Yu was so bet by him that he had nothing to say, and said sullenly: "Okay. I want to eat Sanjiao egg pancakes at noon, I want to eat braised pork ribs, I want to eat sweet corn soup..."

"Okay, then I'll make sweet corn soup."

"...Can't you do all of them?"

"Are you trying to tire me out?"

When Ning Yu heard him say he was dead, he jumped up from the bed in anxiety, startling Shen Fuqiao.

His pretty brows were tightly frowned, and the corners of his lips were drawn down uncomfortably, as if he was about to cry at the floating bridge in the next second.

Shen Fuqiao felt strange, raised his eyebrows and waited for the next sentence, but only heard Ning Yu murmur in a low voice: "Sweet corn soup is sweet corn soup, I just eat sweet corn soup."

Shen Fuqiao couldn't help laughing, turned his head and smiled softly, his pale eyes looked warm and gentle.

"……why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing." Shen Fuqiao restrained his emotions in time, changed into a coat and left the bedroom.

It seems that I am bullying a stupid fish.

……

Shen Fuqiao broke a basket of corn from the vegetable bed, peeled the corn kernels and put them in the basket for later use. After washing with clean water, the yellow and white colors are really beautiful.

He then washed some wild white fungus, paired them with pitted red dates and heartless lotus seeds, and put them in an earthen pot to cook. Ning Yu likes sweetness, so he put some rock sugar.

The water had just boiled, and the fish with two legs was staring intently at the door frame. The hem of the crimson robe was just up to the ankles, revealing cold white skin and light blue shark scale rings.

Most of his long hair has been loose, and Shen Fuqiao has a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he wiped his hands and went to tie it up for him.

Ning Yu looked fierce when his face was cold, but when he put down his temper, he became very soft, as if he was easy to bully.His curly hair is also very soft, like flowing silk between Shen Fuqiao's fingers, no matter how much he fiddles with it, he won't get angry.

When Shen Fuqiao was tied up, he frowned and looked carefully, then he raised his hand to touch it, and said softly: "Is it a bit strange? Brother himself is not tied like this."

Shen Fuqiao was silent for a while, with a wooden face and hands wanting to tear it down for him.

A good protagonist of the shark king, a fierce beast on the bottom of the sea, was made like a beautiful wife by himself.

Not good, not good.

"Is it ugly?" Ning Yu's tone was too naive, and Shen Fuqiao's inner guilt became stronger.

"It's pretty, but it's not suitable for you." Shen Fuqiao explained warmly, "Just put it on first, and I'll learn it later..."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Fuqiao's movement of removing his hair froze suddenly. He lowered his eyes to look at Ning Yu's soft hair, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Ning Yu didn't wait for the next sentence, so he asked, "How about brother learning in the future?"

"Nothing."

Ning Yu chased after him: "Why?"

"There are so many reasons. Don't your legs hurt, have you been standing like this?"

"..." Ning Yu was silent for a moment, "It doesn't hurt if you don't move."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I want to stay with my brother."

Shen Fuqiao was noncommittal, but moved away a little, and continued to make his sweet corn soup.

Ning Yu became more and more fond of acting like a baby, but he was actually less and less disgusted, and even found him a little cute.

I'm afraid they are both bewitched.

……

In the afternoon, the floating bridge still failed to reach the town.

Ning Yu didn't know which tendon was wrong, and he was not allowed to go down the mountain anyway. He insisted on leaving, but Ning Yu insisted on stopping him, and finally fell down accidentally, dragging his weak legs and looking at him tearfully .

"If brother insists on going down the mountain, he can take me with him."

It would be difficult to climb up the Shenfu Bridge by itself, but if Ning Yue was also brought along, most of his lives would be lost on the road.

"Can you be more obedient? I am not going down the mountain to leave you to play alone, but to buy you underwear. If you want to walk around with bare buttocks in the future, I don't have to go."

"Isn't it fine if I wear my brother's? I'm not sick, so I won't infect my brother. If my brother is really sick and infects me, I won't blame my brother."

He took one brother at a time, making him dizzy around the floating bridge.

"If I don't lift it, don't you care if it infects you?"

"..."

Ning Yu was stunned by these words, and stared blankly at the floating bridge with slightly parted lips, hesitant to speak...hesitating to speak.

Shen Fuqiao spoke quickly for a while, that sentence was specially used to block Ning Yu, and he should be satisfied if he achieved his goal, but now seeing his speechless expression, he felt an indescribable subtle feeling in his heart.

It seems that something is not right...

After a while, until Shen Fuqiao could hardly stand the weird atmosphere, Ning Yue's complexion slowly returned to normal... and gradually became determined.

"..."

Wait, what are you insisting on?

"Brother, don't be sad."

I will not despise you.

Before Shen Fuqiao could speak, Ning Yu rushed forward with lightning speed. Shen Fuqiao was afraid that he would fall again, so he hugged his waist and helped him.

"Ugh..."

As for being so scared?

Not to mention that he was just joking, even if he really didn't lift it, the disease wouldn't be contagious.

This made you cry?

So silly.

In the end, coaxing back and forth, time was delayed, Shen Fuqiao had no choice but to choose another day to go down the mountain, as for the obscene pants, Ning Yu choked up like that and didn't say that he would take them off and return them to him, which was also strangely stupid.

But he can wear whatever he likes, Shen Fuqiao won't fall out with Ning Yu over such a trivial matter.

……

That night, Ning Yu said that he didn't like the hanging pink gauze curtain, so Shen Fuqiao tore it down.

He doesn't like it either.

Chu Lian arranged his bedroom as his daughter's boudoir.

Now that Ning Yu has turned into a human form, it is naturally impossible to sleep in the bathtub at night. Generally speaking, Ning Yu is considered a guest, and it is not suitable for him to sleep in a side room that has nothing prepared.

It happened that the bed was fragrant, soft and spacious, and it was worthy of his role as the protagonist, so he let him sleep on it.

Shen Fuqiao went to the side room by himself. Unlike the exaggerated master bedroom, it was so shabby that there was only a bamboo bed left, with an unburned red candle on the bedside.

It's just right for him, a tuberculosis cannon fodder.

Shen Fuqiao inexplicably felt a little funny, pursed his lips but couldn't laugh.

After sweeping the dust and washing up, he took off his outer robe, pulled down the wooden hairpin and lay down. He was too tall and had to sleep with his legs curled up.Her long black hair was spread on the old underwear, and she had been in contact with Ning Yu too many times today, and she was covered with a little bit of the tide that was not obvious.

It was surprisingly reassuring.

...

"It's him, the broom star who killed his parents."

"Really? Then his grandfather dares to live with him, not afraid..."

"The old man's fate is hard. Look at the relatives around him, who dares to approach him?"

The young Shen Fuqiao went home alone with his schoolbag on his back, hearing similar words all the way.

"Let's not rent this place next month. It's so creepy. I can't even eat when I look at that little broom star every day."

"My son's grades have dropped again. It must be because he lives next door to that monster every day. His energy... has been sucked away by him!"

"It's disgusting..."

It's not me, I'm not a monster, I'm not a broom star.

don't feel sick...

I am sorry.

Shen Fuqiao's breathing became more and more rapid, his brows were tightly frowned, and his chest heaved violently.

Until there was a strange sound of footsteps outside the window, step by step, unhurriedly, stepping across the grass.

Shen Fuqiao's panting stopped abruptly, he opened his eyes suddenly, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

After his brain was shut down for a few seconds, he slowly noticed some heaviness in his chest.

He lowered his eyes and looked down.

No wonder I had a nightmare, it turned out that I was pressed by a ghost on the bed.