Boss, I was wrong!

People feel distressed, but still can't help roaring: "Damn the world is so dirty and this day is so dark, you let me go home like a handsome guy like a flower, what if he gets robbed halfway, robbed of money and robbed of sex? "

Shi Mengfan's words seemed to confirm Huang Xiaomu's imagination just now, so his eyes lit up instantly and he whispered: "It really is a woman."

When Huang Xiaomu said this, his voice was so low that Shi Mengfan couldn't hear him clearly. He put his ear to Huang Xiaomu's side and asked softly, "What did you say?"

"Uh..." Huang Xiaomu's mouth twitched, but he immediately replied, "I said, what do you want to do?"

Although he didn't hear Huang Xiaomu personally say that he wanted to stay with him, after all, Shi Mengfan waited for his chance to say that he wanted to stay with him, so he immediately said: "Of course I will stay and live with you. Is it because you care about me? If I get robbed by the underworld today, I think you will have a bad conscience." When he said this, Shi Mengfan had a mean smile on his face, and he really deserved a beating.

You robbed the black society. It's almost the same!Huang Xiaomu silently rolled his eyes but raised a particularly hypocritical smile: "Of course, the health of the boss is the capital of the entire Fengyun Gang's revolution, and the boss is really good if he is good, and he will swear to the death to guard the life and health of the boss and resolutely protect the interests of the boss." To be the first principle of life is unwavering at any time."

Although he knew that the other party was flattering, Shi Mengfan was still in a good mood. There were two beds in this ward, so Shi Mengfan naturally lay on the other bed.

He turned around and looked at Huang Xiaomu's side face, and suddenly he felt very satisfied, and then he began to resent after he was satisfied, why didn't the hospital just get a double bed, and it would be the best thing to sleep with his wife for a night ?

So it turns out that people's hearts will never be satisfied, and Huang Xiaomu looked at the ceiling with more resentment than Shi Mengfan. He suddenly found that Shi Mengfan was like the news broadcast, and you can't escape it by changing the channel!

The two had their own concerns, so neither of them could fall asleep. Shi Mengfan turned off the light and heard the other party's unbalanced breathing, but suddenly said: "Xiaomu, do you want to listen to a bedtime story?"

The corner of Huang Xiaomu's mouth twitched and he looked at Shi Mengfan's position in the dark, but he could only see that the other party's eyes that seemed to be shining were still staring straight at him.

Huang Xiaomu was taken aback and quickly patted his chest: "No!"

"Why? Bedtime stories help you sleep. I can tell a lot of stories. "The Little Match Girl", "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs", "The Ugly Duckling", which one do you want to hear?"

Shi Mengfan thought that he received relatively complete early childhood education when he was a child, so he began to show off.

The corner of Huang Xiaomu's mouth twitched, did the other party really regard him as a kindergarten kid?

"Can you talk about high IQ!" Huang Xiaomu glared at him and groaned.

"You with a high IQ can't understand." Shi Mengfan said with some contempt.

"Boss, please don't discriminate against my IQ, okay? I'm also a fresh high school student who has received more than ten years of education!" Huang Xiaomu said in a pleading voice, it was extremely pitiful.

Shi Mengfan really couldn't bear to hear his wife's tone like this, so he softened his heart and said, "Which one do you want to hear, "Critique of Pure Reason", "German Ideology", or "Phenomenology of Spirit?"

"Grass, can you explain the title of the book to me first? Let's start with the shortest one." Huang Xiaomu suddenly felt very inferior. He is also an excellent high school student after all, why did he suddenly feel so superficial.

"Spiritual phenomenology is the science of spiritual reality, which was proposed by the German classical philosopher Hegel in the 19th century. Spiritual phenomenology attributes all the diversity of life and history to the relationship between consciousness and objects, and this relationship Head upside down."

Shi Mengfan said softly, his voice is very pleasant, especially in such darkness, it feels very comfortable like a bass pouring out of an ancient record, but what is more sad is that Huang Xiaomu didn't have a word He understood, so he interrupted the other party before he finished speaking: "Boss, you should tell me "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs", I suddenly miss the taste of my childhood."

Huang Xiaomu's IQ is limited, but he was too embarrassed to say that he couldn't understand a word, so he said something hypocritical.

Shi Mengfan had already guessed what he was thinking, but he didn't expose it. Instead, he laughed and said: "In a distant country, there lived a king and queen. They longed to have a child. So they sincerely prayed to God. .

"God! We are good kings and queens, please give us a child!"

Soon after, the queen really gave birth to a lovely little princess. The girl's skin was as white as snow, and her cheeks were as red as apples. The king and queen named her "Snow White".

People all over the country are deeply blessing for Snow White.

Under the favor of the king and queen, Snow White gradually grew up..."

Shi Mengfan's voice is especially suitable for telling fairy tales. When he told "Snow White", it was much better than the spiritual phenomenology of the magic horse just now. At least Huang Xiaomu understood it.

However, just when Shi Mengfan thought that Huang Xiaomu should be asleep, he suddenly heard a soft sobbing sound. Although the sound was suppressed with all his strength, it could be heard very clearly in this silent ward.

"So the princess and the prince lived happily together...are you crying?" Shi Mengfan stopped and asked abruptly.

Huang Xiaomu didn't answer him, but the sobbing sound still existed. Shi Mengfan turned on the light worriedly, but found that Huang Xiaomu had already hidden himself in the quilt, his head was buried tightly by the quilt, but the sobbing sound continued to spread. come over.

This damn is too sentimental, isn't it that the princess and the prince are living happily together, can Nima be moved to cry?

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Shi Mengfan found out that his wife's tear point was really low, so he made up his mind that he would never tell such a story that easily caused tears in front of him. At the same time, he secretly scolded the Brothers Grimm for writing such a touching story when they had nothing to do. I was so moved that I cried, I should study some kind of phenomenology when I am obviously fine!

Huang Xiaomu's strength was much stronger than Shi Mengfan's, but Huang Xiaomu seemed to be dying from crying, so Shi Mengfan used a little strength to pick up the quilt that Huang Xiaomu was holding tightly.

Huang Xiaomu hugged his head in his gauze-wrapped hands and lay on the bed because of sobbing, his back trembled like a kitten that couldn't find its home, making people want to feel pity.

Shi Mengfan forcefully turned him over so that he could see his face. From the gap between his two arms, Shi Mengfan saw that delicate and fair face covered with tears and red eye circles, it was extremely pitiful.

Huang Xiaomu's crying just now was faking, but at this moment, he really wanted to cry and couldn't help himself. He blocked his face and tried not to let Shi Mengfan see his embarrassment.

But Shi Mengfan held down his arms, Huang Xiaomu had wounds on both of his arms and did not dare to struggle hard to prevent the wounds from opening, so Shi Mengfan finally saw his cheeks under his arms, the long eyelashes were full of tears The tear stains on his face had dried up, and his lips, as thin as cicada's wings, were tightly pursed to outline a fragile line.

"What are you crying for again?" Shi Mengfan stared at him and then asked softly, his tone was full of tenderness, as if he was treating a newborn baby, for fear of scaring the other party if his voice was too loud.

However, Huang Xiaomu cried even more when he heard him ask this question.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer him at all, Shi Mengfan simply bent down and put his cold lips on his eyes, and said softly: "I want to supplement calcium."

He clearly saw that the corner of the opponent's mouth twitched but he didn't struggle, so Shi Mengfan smiled very satisfied and stretched out his tongue to lick the opponent's eyelashes. But Shi Mengfan grasped his two hands even tighter: "Don't move around and be careful of the wound, if it breaks again, it needs to be re-bandaged and re-bandaged, and it will cost money. If it costs money again, I will definitely not reimburse you this time."

Hearing Shi Mengfan's words, Huang Xiaomu really stopped struggling and closed his eyes in resignation. It's really not his own random thinking that is behind the unspoken rules!Huang Xiaomu was a little worried. He only hoped that Shi Mengfan was really a cute girl who disguised herself as a man so that his mother could be in power, but he was obviously worried too much.

Shi Mengfan's lips moved on his cheeks and licked away all the tears. The gentle movements made him almost suffocate. Huang Xiaomu's hands were tightly clenched, and he was obviously nervous because he was thinking about how to heal his wounds. Give him a punch.

This time Shi Mengfan didn't seem to want to kiss his lips, but just stared at the delicate and immature cheek like a crystal doll under him, and then slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

Shi Mengfan touched Huang Xiaomu's face with his hands, because the thin calluses on his hand holding the gun for a long time touched his pink cheeks slightly tingled, but his voice was so doting that he almost drowned: "Why are you crying?" Woolen cloth?"

Huang Xiaomu bit his lips tightly but refused to say a word. Hearing Shi Mengfan's words, he wanted to cry again. It wasn't because he was so fragile, but the tears he had held back for so many years seemed to find the desire to pour out his mouth in an instant. To rush out.

Sensing the emotional fluctuations of the other party, Shi Mengfan gently stroked his eyelids, feeling the feeling of long eyelashes gliding across his palm: "Don't hold back, tell me if you have anything to say? I can help You share, really."

Shi Mengfan's tone was very sincere, his eyes