[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

wife? ? ?

As if a bomber was flying by, Jiang Yuran was almost injured internally by the word, "Don't call me that!"

"How should I call it?" Shen Qian didn't dare to speak out, and rubbed against people pitifully with the gauze on.

"Whatever, you can't call me wife anyway!"

"How about I call you husband? Husband, husband, husband, I was wrong, can you forgive me? Don't be angry, okay?"

The obviously pretentious tone of a coquettish spirit, speaking from the mouth of a leader of a powerful and powerful alien, inexplicably added a bit of humbleness.

Deliberately lower your figure to please the general.

Jiang Yuran suddenly remembered that when he was a child, his father and mother had a quarrel. He didn't know why, but the quarrel was very serious.

My mother was very angry, picked up the ashtray and smashed the TV so that smoke came out, the anger on her head could wash off the ceiling, and she roared: "Jiang Liancheng, I've had enough of you, I want to divorce you!"

At that time, my father was also very angry, and snapped back: "Li...

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Jiang Yuran, who was avoiding the war with the trash can on his head, and the young and timid Jiang Yuran finally swallowed the last word "Li" and knelt down to his mother: Wife, I was wrong. Let's not get a divorce, shall we?

Jiang Yuran has never understood that it was like a mother who transformed into a three-headed and six-armed Nezha in anger. At that moment, she suddenly extinguished all her anger, took off all her armor, lowered her body and cried, and said: "Damn ghost, I only know how to play this game... ...", and then threw himself into Dad's arms, what kind of magical operation.

At this moment, facing Shen Qian who lowered his figure deliberately to please him, he seemed to suddenly understand.

Because that moment of soft heart can extinguish all anger.

He can't say how much he likes Shen Qian, most of it is out of sympathy, but he doesn't hate it, and he doesn't even resist being kissed and touched by him. After showing love to him, even though he was reluctant, subconsciously, he also regarded him as the object he was dating.

Seeing that he was silent, Shen Qian hooked his fingertips around the young man's slender waist, and wanted to touch it up, "Husband, you will become ugly when you are angry."

"Okay, stop touching. Tears of sadness are about to flow from my crotch!"

"what?"

"Ah what? I'm in a hurry to pee, help me up quickly!"

Shen Qian was stunned for a moment, then helped him up with a smile, "So, is this forgiving me?"

Jiang Yuran grabbed his hand, with an expression that in my previous life, I would definitely kill and set fire, and this life would fall on your hands, and let out a muffled hum from his nose, which was forgiven.

Shen Qian easily pulled him up, and when he heard him gasp because of the pain, he was very guilty after all, "Can you do it? How about I come out after going to the toilet and let me lick it for you?"

"What???"

Jiang Yuran almost fell to the ground.

"I mean...the place where you hurt, can I lick it for you?"

"Who, who wants you to lick it! Wait, help me if you say so???"

"Well, when you passed out last night, I licked it for you."

"you……"

"Don't get me wrong, the saliva of our different species has a certain healing effect, especially for trauma."

Jiang Yuran: "..."

……

A dark, cold basement.

Transparent glass cylinders are neatly arranged on the display rack. Each cylinder is sealed and filled with a light blue translucent viscous liquid. You can faintly see spherical bodies with blurred outlines soaked in the liquid.

"Bah!"

A beam of pale light lit up in the darkness, and the diffused light and shadow shone on the glass cylinder, and the spheres inside turned out to be heads with hideous and distorted faces of all sizes!

Shen Mo walked in from the shadow of the door, the bangs drooping on his forehead blocked his bloodshot eyes, but couldn't stop the corners of his lips with a strange smile.

He stopped next to the first glass cylinder with the child's head in it. Through the viscous liquid, he could vaguely tell that the child's facial features were pretty and cute. Unfortunately, the mouth and eyes were wide open, and the expression was always frozen in panic. The moment is like a clay sculpture carefully carved by an artist.

"My brother's first food, after so many years, you are still so delicate and perfect!"

He stretched out his slender index finger, and pressed a shallow kiss on his thin lips, which was reflected on the glass bucket, as if he was comforting his neglected pet for a long time!

Then he walked towards the depths with obsessive eyes.

Passing by rows of strange glass cylinders, he was in a particularly good mood for no reason, as if he was admiring his very proud private collection!

Finally, he came to a giant glass cylinder two meters high, but it was empty inside.

It's not completely empty, there is hazy smoke lingering in it, and in the middle of the smoke, there is a square gift box of unknown material!

The corners of his raised lips were flattened, a little unhappy, "This place should have been used to store my brother."

"It's a pity that until now, I have only collected my brother's eyes."

"But that little cake is really tempting. If you exchange it with my brother's eyes, wouldn't this place have the most perfect work of art?"

……

It rained heavily during the night.

Thunder and lightning blared, burning the night sky from time to time, the leaves of the camphor trees outside the window were blown into shadows by the strong wind, and the raindrops clattered on the glass window, scaring Jiang Yuran in shock.

The already moist pupils of the eyes are now covered with a thin mist, and the eye sockets are red, and the lips that were originally pink, tender and delicate have lost all color at this moment, reflecting the pale face, as fragile as a touch. Dreams that will be shattered.

He couldn't sleep, and neither could Shen Qian.

Rubbing him in his arms and comforting him constantly, it was a little funny: "It's just a thunderstorm, why are you afraid of this?"

Jiang Yuran covered his ears and arched into his arms, his voice was clearly crying: "I'm just afraid, it would be fine if Dad was by my side."

Shen Qian froze for a moment, "Is your relationship with your father good?"

"Well, every time there is thunder, he will sing to me..."

Jiang Yuran was suddenly homesick, tears dripped down and wet the man's chest, "Why don't you sing me a song too..."

Shen Qian didn't understand why he was crying again, but felt that his tears were so hot that it made him faintly flustered, but it was a pity that he couldn't see his face.

He has never had such an urgent mind, so eager to know what a person looks like.

The way he cries, the way he laughs.

A lazy and idle voice resounded in the dimly lit room: "I can't sing, but I can recite texts, do you want to hear it?"

Jiang Yuran: "..."

Jiang Yuran: "I don't listen."

Shen Qian was really helpless, he patted the young man's thin back with his palm, and asked in a very low voice after a long time: "Why don't we try again like last night?"

However, the only one who answered him was the young man's familiar shallow sleeping sound.

"Fell asleep?"

There was a faint wry smile on the corner of Shen Qian's thin and beautiful lips. Since when did I become obsessed with him?

Maybe it was the moment when he touched his soft body and pulled off his tape, the boy's unique soft and angry voice broke into his ears, from that sentence: "Ah! It hurts! You are blind, I have a cleansing habit ! Get your dirty hands off this young master's face!" began.