Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

"Change your shoes." Bian Yunluo put down the disposable slippers. These days, he was almost used to Ying Zaizhou's endless way of speaking.

It has been able to automatically block unintelligible words.

Ying Zaizhou looked at Bian Yunluo suspiciously, just wanted to ask him to change his shoes?

Well, well, he thought that Xiao O didn't have any extra shoes at home.

"What are these?" Ying Zaizhou put on new shoes in disdain, and was frightened by the cheap feeling on his feet that he had never experienced before.

Bian Yunluo raised his eyebrows and looked at Ying Zaizhou. It was within his expectation that Ying Zaizhou had such doubts.

However, Ying Zaizhou, who was looking at him, licked his lips guiltyly, and immediately looked away.

"It's not impossible to wear it." He seemed to realize that he had made a slip of the tongue, and muttered softly.

The irritability in Bian Yunluo's heart disappeared unconsciously, and he put the soaked cotton slippers on the balcony, remembering Ying Zaizhou's underwear that was too small, he stood at the door of the balcony and called him: "Mr. Ying, come to the bedroom Let's change clothes."

Bian Yunluo went into the bedroom, and found the oversized shirt he bought by mistake from the drawer under the closet.

The creases in the shirt have formed because it has been sitting for too long.

He would definitely not be willing to wear it to Ying Zaizhou like this, Bian Yunluo took out the clothes dryer from the corner, planning to iron Ying Zaizhou first.

Ying Zaizhou in the living room did not catch up for a long time, and he was still fighting fiercely in his heart.

Sure enough, it was an intellectual excuse to change shoes. I didn't expect that he refused once, and there was a second time. If he went in, it meant he agreed.

This, what an embarrassment in broad daylight.

Ying Zaizhou stood at the door of the bedroom, gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind to push the door open.

Last night was too hasty, and he hadn't had time to see the layout of the little wife's bedroom.

The bedroom occupies a small area, not even as big as the bathroom in Yingzhou's home, but the lighting is excellent, the curtains are grass green, and there are acrylic stars on the ceiling.

From the base of the wall to the ceiling, a large black and white wardrobe occupies the entire wall. There is a large bed in the center of the bedroom, plush dolls are placed beside the pillow, and there are loose clothes and trousers on the bedside table.

There were two pots of small pale pink flowers on the window sill. Ying Zaizhou hadn't done any research on these, so he couldn't tell what species they were.

Bian Yunluo stood in front of the window, ironing the shirt on the hanger, and the sunlight set a golden border around him.

It wasn't obvious in the living room, but after entering the bedroom, Ying Zaizhou could feel it. The faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine on Bian Yunluo's body seemed to become more intense, floating in the small space.

This is about to be in heat, and even the clothes that will be changed in a while are ready.

"Change your clothes, this one can be bigger." Bian Yunluo ironed the last corner of the clothes, took them off and handed them to Ying Zaizhou, planning to go out and let Ying Zaizhou change his clothes by himself.

It's just that Ying Zaizhou blocked the door, which made Bian Yunluo unable to get out for a while.

Confused, Ying Zaizhou tried to find excuses to evade his little wife's invitation, "I still have tasks tonight." So I can't do anything too extreme now.

Hearing the sound, Bian Yunluo looked at the clothes in his hands, "Well, I've washed your suit this morning, so I guess it can be dried in the afternoon." If you want to leave, you can wear it in the afternoon.

Ying Zaizhou's expression became even more strange, he hesitated to speak and looked at Bian Yunluo.

Why can't Xiao O understand his implication or understand his complicated eyes?

Whether it's to avoid the ending of bankruptcy in the book, or because he has long been trained by the organization to be an emotionless killer, it is impossible for him to fall in love with Bian Yunluo.

Before he found Bian Yunluo, he made sure of one thing.That is, he is only responsible for Bian Yunluo, and will not do anything out of the ordinary.

But Xiao O obviously won't be satisfied with this, Ying Zaizhou is very distressed now.

Out of protection, he couldn't let Bian Yunluo know more about the organization. Now that the situation is urgent, he can only take the next step.

Ying Zaizhou pursed his lips, and said resolutely, "I actually have a hidden disease."

For a moment, there was an awkward atmosphere in the air.

Bian Yunluo raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Ying Zaizhou with a shocked expression.

Not to mention how long they've only known each other, they probably haven't reached the point where they can talk about these private topics with confidence, but in terms of their current relationship alone, it seems that there is no need for Ying Zaizhou to confess this matter to him...

For a moment, Bian Yunluo didn't know whether he should comfort Ying Zaizhou, and the other party looked very sad again.

Ah, no wonder Ying was so happy after finding Mianmian in the state, and was eager to take him back to recognize his ancestors, probably because he couldn't have children.

"It's okay, the medical technology is very advanced now." Bian Yunshi didn't know how else to comfort Ying Zaizhou besides saying this, "Mr. Ying, you are very good, even if you have some physical defects, you can definitely find them." Someone who likes you."

While talking, Bian Yunluo patted Ying Zaizhou on the shoulder reassuringly, and pulled him aside: "Mr. Ying, please change your clothes first, and put the clothes you took off in the laundry basket." Pointing to the small barrel of linen beside the bed, Bian Yunluo quickly left the bedroom.

I really didn't expect that in the eyes of Ying Zaizhou, he was already a good friend who could talk about such topics wantonly?

How could a wealthy son be so innocent?Bian Yunluo shook his head doubtfully, and returned to Mianmian's side.

The living room was quiet, holding a paintbrush, looked at Bian Yunluo curiously, not knowing what Mom and Dad were doing just now, and then pushed her painting to the center of the coffee table like offering a treasure.

"I'm done painting!" The excited Xiaoyan voice broke the silence in the room.

Bian Yunluo rented an old house, and the sound insulation was not good, so Ying Zaizhou could naturally hear the conversation between the father and son in the living room.

"This is me?" Bian Yunluo pointed at a blurry gray-blue object and looked at Mianmian.

The little guy nodded vigorously, bared his small white teeth and gave an affirmative answer.

Bian Yunluo's slender fingertips moved to another lump of red object: "Mianmian?"

Not surprisingly, it is a happy affirmation.

"What about this?" Bian Yunluo already had an answer in his heart.

Following Mianmian's gaze, he looked towards the bedroom.

"Does it look good?" Mian Mian blinked her big round eyes, looking at Bian Yunluo expectantly, making it impossible to say anything to hurt him.

Bian Yunluo patted the little boy's head: "Well, it looks good."

In the bedroom, Ying Zaizhou, who listened to the conversation between the two, leaned against the door decadently, feeling very sad.

Even though he made up such outrageous reasons, Bian Yunluo still firmly chose to continue loving him. What a sincere feeling this is.

Believe in the self in the book, if he didn't do so many excessive things, and could stop Bai Jue's deception in time, Xiao O would definitely not go against him.

After Ying Zaizhou changed his clothes, he raised his hand to cover his left chest.

He hated it so much, hated himself for being like a piece of wood.

After finally adjusting his mood, Ying Zaizhou came out of the bedroom and saw Bian Yunluo plastering a small masterpiece on the cork board on the wall of the living room.

Ying Zaizhou didn't even see it clearly, so he nodded appreciatively: "Okay, as expected of my son, the painting is really..."

The moment I saw the painting, Ying Zaizhou's rainbow farts stopped blowing.

Could his son be an abstract painter?

Ying Zaizhou pointed at himself in disbelief, then looked at the black lump on the paper, "This is me?"

After doing it for a long time, is he like a huge garbage bag in the eyes of his son?

Apart from the fact that the color of this thing matches his identity as a killer, what else does it match his handsome image?

As for why he could recognize him as himself, it was only because, among the three blocks of different colors, the black one was the largest...