Live a Good Life with the Villain Husband [Transmigration Book]

Gu Nansong dragged his suitcase to the attic.

The door was open, and he peered in.

Although the house is a century-old ancestral house, it looks like an old guy's antique no matter how you look at it, but none of the modern facilities that should be there are left behind. For example, the lamps on the pillars on both sides of the door are not lit by candles, and the lampshades are regular modern light bulbs, but the light is a bit dark. It was too dark to illuminate the whole living room.

Looking directly at the landscape screen, Gu Nansong hesitated for a while, then dragged his suitcase and walked in.

Bypassing the screen is the formal living room, with mahogany sofa and mahogany tea table, and a large-screen TV hanging on the wall.

On the left of the living room is the dining room and kitchen, on the right is a tea room, and the two upper corners should be two guest rooms.

It was dark in the living room, but the light was on in the kitchen.

Gu Nansong walked over, stood at the dining table and went to the kitchen to look. A middle-aged woman was sitting on a small bench and swiping her mobile phone. Something was cooking in a small casserole on the gas stove, making a "gurgling" sound. Sniffing his nose, it was the smell of rice. He raised his hand and knocked on the wooden sliding door lightly. The fat aunt who was so frightened that she was concentrating on a certain sound let out a short scream.

Looking up, there was a smiling face behind the wooden sliding door that was only a crack open.

"Heh!" He couldn't help but gasped again.

The chubby body swayed left and right, and fell off the stool. He subconsciously supported the stove cabinet next to him. He couldn't hold the phone firmly, and it hit the floor directly, making a heartbreaking sound.

The fat aunt got up in some embarrassment, picked up the phone and saw that the screen was broken.

Feeling distressed, the voice of the voice was filled with sharp anger: "Who are you! Who allowed you to come in!"

Gu Nansong pushed the sliding door open, and didn't know how to introduce himself for a moment, it was a shame to say the word man and wife.

But the fat aunt soon remembered that there would be someone sent over from the main house today.

It was the husband and wife of the young master of the family who lived here.

Thinking of this, Fat Auntie raised a contemptuous look on her honest and honest face.

Among the four people in this house, none of them took the owner here seriously.

However, compared to the unscrupulous arrogance of the bodyguards, the fat aunt is somewhat restrained.

"So it's you. The young master is on the second floor. You just wait in the living room. He doesn't allow anyone to go to the second floor."

That's not what Gu Nansong cares about now.

"Any food? I'm hungry."

The fat aunt glanced at the porridge cooking on the stove: "I only cooked porridge for the young master."

It means that I didn’t do your part, and I don’t want to do it now, I have to figure out a way for myself.

Seeing her pick up the phone, Gu Nansong looked at the broken screen phone with distressed face, and kept muttering while sitting on the stool: "I don't know where the little bitch who sells butt came from. You really treat yourself like a young master, what to eat, how to make it yourself if you want to eat, even dare to scare me... I don't know how much it costs to replace the screen of this mobile phone... How can the damned disaster star not die..."

"Crack" sound.

The stool leg broke suddenly.

This sudden accident threw the chattering fat aunt hard.

He tilted his head back and bumped into the cabinet. There was a muffled knock and he couldn't get up for a while. Coincidentally, the gurgling porridge just started to boil. Stove top down...

"Hey... hey, hey... ah!!!"

Hey hey, after the scream of pain, there was a scream like killing a pig.

The scalding hot water dripped over the aunt's head with white rice grains.

Ignoring the pain in her buttocks, she jumped up and rushed under the faucet for a while under the cold water. When the heat subsided, the fat aunt turned around and wanted to leave. Seeing that Gu Nansong was still blocking the door, she was so angry that she shouted in a high-pitched voice. : "Why are you blocking the door? Didn't you see that I was injured? Everyone knows how to eat in a day, why don't you just eat to death..."

Gu Nansong frowned, and silently stepped aside to open the door.

If a person is unlucky enough to drink cold water, his teeth will get stuck.

The fat auntie fell and got hot. She rushed out in a hurry, and accidentally tripped over the groove of the wooden sliding door. She threw herself forward and fell again. When I got up, my nosebleeds came out.

Gu Nansong finally couldn't help chuckling.

He swears, he really only moved his hands on the stool legs, the rest has nothing to do with him!

"Keep some virtue in your mouth, one day you will die this way or that one, and you don't think it's bad luck. Are you not afraid of attracting death anger and sending yourself away first?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, little bitch? My old lady sees you die..."

"Tsk." Gu Nansong's expression was a little playful, and his voice was light and light, blending into the gloomy atmosphere around him: "Do you want to continue talking?"

For some reason, an inexplicable chill came to my heart, and the fat aunt could hold back half of her curse words.

Getting up from the ground in embarrassment, the back of the poor head suffered a second blow with a "bang".

"Ouch!"

"Let me just say it." Gu Nansong frowned: "If you have nothing to do, don't talk about death, it's a disaster."

The fat aunt gritted her teeth and swallowed the abuse, stood up and limped out.

Gu Nansong turned and went back to the kitchen.

The porridge thrown out made a mess on the stove, and the fire was extinguished.

This porridge is just plain porridge, without even any minced meat. Gu Nansong looked aside and saw that there were two cooked salted duck eggs. Gu Nansong sighed. If you don't care about eating, drinking and having fun, you don't need to treat yourself so badly.

Picking up the rag and tidying up the stove, he turned around and opened the refrigerator to see what was inside.

The double-door refrigerator has a large interior space, but there are only a few scattered things in sight.

Wash the rice and steam it in the rice cooker, and take out the only thing left in the refrigerator.

A plate of tomato scrambled eggs, a plate of green pepper and potato shreds, and a bowl of cabbage soup are enough for two men to solve a lunch.

Take the food out and put it on the table...

Gu Nansong raised his head and looked over as if feeling something, and met a pair of deep eyes in the dimness.

The man was sitting in a wheelchair, and the gentle orange light shone on him lightly, but it didn't reduce the gloomy indifference surrounding him one bit.

In Gu Nansong's eyes, the invisible cold temperament is the extremely strong evil spirit.

With a "gudong", he clearly heard the sound of himself swallowing saliva.

Gu Nansong has a very special ability.

He used to be an odd number in the last world, who was remembered by that world. After experiencing several life and death, he has the ability to swallow the evil spirit. In his "mouth", the evil spirit can taste ups and downs. Come on, it's just evil spirits, after all, it's a collection of all kinds of evil thoughts and resentments, and naturally it doesn't taste that delicious.

He once wondered if there was a bad smell that wasn't so bad.

It's a pity that he didn't taste anything different until he died.

Now that he has come to this world and given him a normal body, he can finally taste all the flavors of this world. However, during the past ten years when he was poisoned by evil spirits, his sense of taste and smell, the habits he formed cannot be changed in a short while. Now Suddenly encountering such a pure evil spirit without a trace of weird smell, he couldn't resist the temptation of this delicious taste. He couldn't move his eyes from staring at the man for a long time, but what he saw was not the man's appearance, but the evil spirit lingering around him.

This man... is so damn sweet!

Yi Hanshen exerted a little force on the hand resting on the armrest.

The blue veins on the back of the pale hands are bulging, showing that the master's heart is not peaceful.

For more than 20 years, the eyes that fell on him, the eyes projected, only resentment, contempt, mockery, disgust... For the first time, he felt the heat from the eyes of the young man looking over, and also felt... strong desire, This made his whole body feel as if he was being scorched by flames, and the invisible stinging pain lingered on his skin, causing the dormant darkness deep in his heart to violently surge.

He didn't like this look in his eyes, nor did he like the young man in front of him who seemed to be stained with sunshine.

"Get out!"

The extremely cold words flowed from the pale pink lips.

Substantial yin and cold rushed to Gu Nansong's body, stabbing Gu Nansong who was obsessed with staring at people in a daze, back to his senses, he blinked, tearing away his presumptuous gaze, coughed lightly in embarrassment, and then he was serious He looked at the owner of the house.

I couldn't help but exclaim in my heart.

The book says that the villain boss is a sickly beauty with the most top-notch appearance in this book. Even the protagonist Shou and the protagonist Gong who are shrouded in the protagonist's aura are not as good as the one in front of him, but because of his natural evil spirit Wrapped around, with a violent and weird temper, and a gloomy and cold temperament, people always ignore this top-notch appearance.

Gu Nansong couldn't help shaking his head, the beauty who was supposed to make people's eyes shine, but now she looked like a "ghost" in a haunted house who was looking for her life.

The beauty frowned.

With a crackling sound, Gu Nansong looked up at the square lamp above his head.

The light bulb inside exploded!

"I said, get out."

The voice of suppressed anger sounded again, and Gu Nansong felt a dangerous breath wrap around his body.

The young people are not in a hurry or panic, and they are still calm and breezy.

Sweeping his hand across his body, the strands of evil spirit entwined around his body neatly gathered in the young man's palm.

Yi Hanchen's eyes moved slightly, his anger subsided, and he seemed a little surprised.

"I'm hungry." Gu Nansong pulled the stool away, picked up the bowl and looked at the man, with a soft desire in his voice: "Why don't we talk after we finish eating? Today is my cooking, the taste should be okay , you eat porridge every day, do you want to try something else?"

Yi Hanshen was indifferent, neither came to the dinner table nor left.

Gu Nansong looked at the window beside the dining table that he opened. At this time, the dark clouds cleared and bright sunlight came in from the window.

He still remembers saying it in the book.

Yi Hanshen hates light.

Walking over to close the windows and the door, the whole dining room was plunged into darkness.

The lamp above the head was also blown out by the man. After thinking about it, he moved one of the pillar lamps squatting on both sides of the gate and put it in front of the table. He ordered two bowls of white rice: "Come and eat, the food is going to be cold."

Yi Han frowned and looked at the young man's busy meal. Now it's time for him to have lunch. Should he continue to confront the young man, or fill his stomach first... Habit and hunger made him choose the latter. Under the watchful eyes, he manipulated the wheelchair and came to the table.

Gu Nansong placed the rice in front of him, and divided the dishes on the table into two separate portions.

A nobleman like Yi Hanchen probably wouldn't like to put food on the same plate with him.

After finishing these, he began to eat happily.

Yi Han stared at the cheerful young man who seemed to be eating delicacies from mountains and seas for a while, and then picked up his chopsticks to finish his lunch. Gu Nansong secretly glanced at him, and the different lunch in front of him seemed to have no taste like that bowl There was no difference in the white porridge, the man was still expressionless, looking very dull.

Depression is contagious, and the depressive atmosphere made Gu Nansong feel a little bit overwhelmed.

But even so, he still ate all his lunch. Yi Hanchen's surprise was that there was not much left except for a few slices of green peppers and scallions.

Gu Nansong silently shifted his gaze from the clean dishes to that handsome face.

Hmm... It's not obvious on the surface, but this lunch is quite to his liking.

Yi Hanshen's eyes on the young man seemed to have seen through his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Come here." He ordered forcefully that could not be refuted.

Gu Nansong packed the dishes and chopsticks on the table into the sink before walking to the living room and sitting opposite Yi Hanshen.

"My name is Gu Nansong, and you can call me long-lived." Face to face, the young man opened his mouth first: "I know you definitely don't like me very much, but I can't help it. I have a family now. I can’t go back. You see, I have a little special ability, which should make your life more comfortable. Anyway, without me, the Yi family must find someone else to fill in the numbers. Compared with those crooked melons and dates that may appear, I think I Might be more useful and easier to get along with, and I'm sure you don't want to mess with a troublemaker."

Yi Hanshen didn't even have time to say the words of chasing others, but was pushed back by the young man's words.

His eyebrows and eyes were heavy, and he found the young man's sincere smile very glaring.

The dangerous breath wound up from the feet again, brushing against the fragile neck coldly.

Gu Nansong still looked at Yi Hanchen with a smile, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.