The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong glanced at Wu Zhi with a half-smile, and walked away from Wu Zhi without saying a word.

After Fu Zhenhong sat back on the side of the bed, Wu Zhi's straight lip line stretched a little.He got up from the bed, put on his shoes, and then turned around and said, "I'll cook first."

Fu Zhenhong leaned back against the head of the bed and let out a lazily hum.

Wu Zhi stared at Fu Zhenhong for a few seconds, was silent for a moment, and said gently, "After breakfast, I'll go buy some clothes for you, you come with me."

Fu Zhenhong asked back: "Why do I have to go with you?" The implication is that Wu Zhi can buy it for him directly.

After all, if he goes out with him, all he can wear is the eye-catching red wedding dress he wore when he came here.

Wu Zhi pursed his lips, under Fu Zhenhong's gaze, lowered his dark eyebrows slightly, put on a nervous and awkward state, lowered his voice, and said slowly: "Because... I don't know you size of."

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows.

That's a reason though.

But Fu Zhenhong didn't believe the other party just because of this reason.

Seeing that the man on the bed didn't make a statement, but just looked at him quietly, and didn't know whether he believed it or not, Wu Zhi blinked his eyelashes, and then said: "There is another reason...that is , in fact, I hope you can come with me."

At the end of this sentence, Wu Zhi's eyes slightly bent down, and a hint of admiration appeared in the eyes looking at Fu Zhenhong.

This touch of liking is indeed quite real, it is not very revealing, and it is more appropriate to show a kind of cautiousness and expectation, so that it will not make people feel very abrupt.

If Fu Zhenhong hadn't felt killing intent from this man three times, it might not be so easy to pick out the falsehood from this look.

[Xiaohong, this Dalang is also a school of acting. ]

The weak chicken system sighed.It suddenly discovered that although this world can only be regarded as a vacation world for its host.But apart from the remaining two Chosen Sons, the relationship between Wu Zhi and Xiao Hong should be quite wonderful.

Surely there will be plenty of good shows to watch.

It is best to be able to pull a little more, the kind that is full of tension!

Thinking of this, the weak chicken system couldn't help but scream.

Of course, the final result was that Fu Zhenhong temporarily blocked her for half an hour.

After dealing with the weak chicken system, Fu Zhenhong looked at Wu Zhi who was still waiting for his answer, and asked, "Is that far away?"

Wu Zhi quickly replied: "It's not far, just go out the door, just walk two shops to the right."

Fu Zhenhong nodded: "Then you should make breakfast first."

Wu Zhi: "Then you..."

Fu Zhenhong said: "I will be with you."

After hearing Fu Zhenhong's answer, the corners of Wu Zhi's mouth rose, and he said happily, "Then I'll make breakfast."

After finishing speaking, he turned around.

That is, at the moment of turning back, in the blind spot of Fu Zhenhong's vision, the arc of his lips disappeared instantly, and he walked out of the room expressionlessly.

…………

in the kitchen.

Because Wu Zhi had been a wild soul for decades before his rebirth, when he was cooking at the beginning, Wu Zhi's movements were still a little rusty because he hadn't touched it for a long time.

But in his last life, after all, he had made sesame seed cakes for more than ten years, so he quickly recovered his rhythm and his movements became neat.

It didn't take long for a simple breakfast to be prepared.

After putting the porridge and steamed corn buns on the table, Wu Zhi served shredded pork specially fried with coriander on the table.

White porridge, steamed buns, coriander.

It is exactly the same as what he did in the previous life.

At that time, he learned from Song Die that Pan Jinlian's favorite food was coriander.

Song Die and Pan Jinlian have worked together in the master's house since they were young, and they have a very good relationship in the eyes of outsiders.Not knowing some of the inside information, he thought Song Die was telling the truth.

At that time, he thought that since he and Pan Jinlian were married, he would treat Pan Jinlian better, so even though he never ate coriander, he specially fried a portion of coriander meat on the second day after getting married Silk.

Wu Zhi still clearly remembered that when Pan Jinlian saw the coriander on the table, she threw the dish away on the spot.

He didn't know until later.

It turns out that what Pan Jinlian dislikes the most is coriander, and it can even be said that she hates it to the extent.

Right now, the breakfast he made completely overlaps with the breakfast he made in the previous life, what will Pan Jinlian do?Will he show a disgusted expression like in the memory of his previous life, and then throw away this dish?

Wu Zhi wanted to take this as a test.

Fu Zhenhong, who had just come down from upstairs, didn't know what Wu Zhi was thinking.He walked to the table and paused slightly after seeing the parsley fried meat on the table.

Noticing the slight pause in Fu Zhenhong's expression at this moment, Wu Zhi narrowed his eyes.After Fu Zhenhong sat down opposite him, he said, "I just made it, eat it now, the temperature is just right."

Fu Zhenhong glanced at Coriander, then raised her eyelids, and looked at Wu Zhi.

Sensing Fu Zhenhong's gaze, Wu Zhi also looked at him: "What's wrong?" He asked with concern.

Fu Zhenhong withdrew her gaze, and replied flatly, "It's nothing."

Finally, he took the lead in picking up the wooden chopsticks.

And after this meal, no one touched the plate of coriander from the beginning to the end.

After Fu Zhenhong finished the porridge in the bowl, Wu Zhi deliberately asked tentatively: "Is it because the coriander I fried is not delicious?"

Fu Zhenhong wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, and asked casually, "What do you think?"

Wu Zhi was silent for a moment.

Pan Jinlian's rhetorical question neither affirmed nor denied, and his ambiguous attitude made him a little uncertain.

He smiled wryly, and then told the story that he had learned from another maid that he liked to eat coriander.

"I didn't know she was lying, I thought you liked to eat."

"I do not like."

Wu Zhi lowered his eyes, his tone was a little low: "I can see it now."

It can be seen that the man opposite does not like to eat coriander.

But it is still unclear whether the other party is the Pan Jinlian he knew in his previous life.

Sure enough, I still need to confirm the lotus tattoo.

Just as Wu Zhi was thinking, Fu Zhenhong asked, "When are you going to buy clothes?"

Wu Zhi stood up: "I'll clean up the bowls and chopsticks first." After saying this, Wu Zhi immediately took action.Although his legs are a little limp when he walks, he is very efficient when he does things, and he is not muddled at all.

Fu Zhenhong didn't wait long, and Wu Zhi packed everything up.

Wu Zhi looked at Fu Zhenhong who was waiting for him at the door, wiped his hands that were still wet after washing the dishes, and said, "That's it."

Fu Zhenhong nodded, and glanced up and down at Wu Zhi.

On the basis of Wu Zhi's definition, "holding a revenge script", "with an invisible sense of sickness in his personality", and "able to pretend", he added another one --- "very virtuous."

If the weak chicken system hadn't been blocked by Fu Zhenhong at this moment, there should be a sentence - [Da Lang, he can resist, fight and cook. ]

…………

The shop selling fabrics and satins is called Jinxiu Pavilion, the name of the shop is very elegant, but the shop is not big, and overall, it can only be regarded as quite satisfactory on this street.

Jinxiu Pavilion was very close to Wu Zhi's house, and because it was still early, there were not many people on the street.Fu Zhenhong, who was walking inside, was completely blocked by Wu Zhi's tall body, and did not attract anyone's attention.

Soon, Fu Zhenhong and Wu Zhi came to Jinxiu Pavilion.

The shopkeeper of Jinxiu Pavilion, surnamed Zhao, is a man in his fifties. When Wu Zhi and Fu Zhenhong arrived, the elderly over half a century old were having breakfast.

He and Wu Zhi can be regarded as neighbors in the neighborhood. They have known each other for more than ten years. Although they don't meet much on weekdays, they are still familiar.Shopkeeper Zhao is kind and kind, and he is one of the few people who will not look at Wu Zhi differently.

Seeing Wu Zhi coming in from the outside, he took another look at Fu Zhenhong who was beside Wu Zhi. With a slight turn of his eyes, he instantly understood Fu Zhenhong's identity.

One is such a handsome man, apart from Pan Jinlian, there is no other in Qinghe County.

The second reason is that Wu Zhi and Pan Jinlian's marriage has been widely spread after yesterday, almost everyone in Qinghe County knows about it.

Right now, the man who will stand beside Wu Zhi and still wearing a red wedding dress can only be Pan Jinlian.

After sorting out his thoughts, shopkeeper Zhao put down the bowl and chopsticks, smiled at Wu Zhi and said, "Are you here to buy clothes?"

Wu Zhi nodded, smiled back, and said, "Come and buy two ready-made clothes and some fabrics."

Shopkeeper Zhao nodded with a smile, and while leading Wu Zhi and Fu Zhenhong to the shelf where the ready-made clothes were placed, he said, "If you buy ready-made clothes to wear, you need to try them first."

After saying that, shopkeeper Zhao looked at Fu Zhenhong, who was quietly standing beside Wu Zhi, who had never spoken a word: "Mr. Wu, what color of ready-to-wear do you want to choose? Is it brighter or plain?"

When shopkeeper Zhao asked this sentence, Wu Zhi subconsciously looked at Fu Zhenhong, obviously waiting for his answer.

Fu Zhenhong met Wu Zhi's gaze, and after scanning Wu Zhi's body once, he said to Shopkeeper Zhao, "I want him to have this color."

Fu Zhenhong's voice was Qinglingling. When he spoke in an indifferent tone and at a leisurely pace, it reached people's ears like the evening wind blowing gently in the night.

It's easy to feel good about it.

Shopkeeper Zhao couldn't help looking at Fu Zhenhong a few more times, and found that Pan Jinlian didn't seem to be what the outside rumors said.

He has lived most of his life, and he can still tell whether the other party has such a domineering bad temper.

Sure enough, some rumors are still unbelievable.

Shopkeeper Zhao sighed in his heart, and then according to what Fu Zhenhong said, taking the color of Wu Zhi's clothes as the standard, he took out a light blue ready-to-wear: "Mr. fit."

Fu Zhenhong took over the ready-made clothes.

Shopkeeper Zhao pointed to Fu Zhenhong's position diagonally in front of him: "The clothes fitting place is behind that corner. You open the curtain and there's a small cubicle."

Fu Zhenhong nodded, took the clothes and walked towards a corner diagonally ahead.

Wu Zhi glanced at Fu Zhenhong's back as he was about to walk around the corner, then turned his head and said to Shopkeeper Zhao, "Uncle Zhao, you continue to eat, we can do it ourselves."

Shopkeeper Zhao was not polite to Wu Zhi, and patted Wu Zhi on the shoulder: "Then I'll eat first." After leaving these words, shopkeeper Zhao walked to the dining table, took the bowls and chopsticks that he had just put down, Continue to eat up.

As for Wu Zhi, he lifted his footsteps and walked to the corner.

On the right side of the corner is a cubicle covered by a curtain. Wu Zhi is standing outside the cubicle with the gray curtain beside him.

At this time, it was a good time for him to confirm whether there was a lotus tattoo on Pan Jinlian's lower back.

Hearing the rustle of changing clothes inside, Wu Zhi turned sideways, moved his wrist slightly, and gently opened a corner of the curtain.

However, just when Wu Zhi was about to look inside along the gap, a thin white and long hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.In the next second, a force directly pulled Wu Zhi in, but in the blink of an eye, Wu Zhi was pulled into the compartment.

Wu Zhi's pupils flinched suddenly, and this astonishing similarity reminded Wu Zhi of what happened this morning.

Looking at the instigator standing in front of him, before Wu Zhi could speak, Fu Zhenhong, who had only changed into a blue undershirt, pushed against the wall of the cubicle.

Wu Zhi's lips moved: "You..."

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyes slightly, and looked at Wu Zhi with a smile: "Looking from the outside... how can I see it clearly from inside?" While speaking, he slowly picked up a strand of Wu Zhi's hair hanging from the side of his face. Hair, green and white fingertips gently brushed Wu Zhi's earlobe.

At this moment, Wu Zhi's body froze suddenly, and his breathing, which had been fairly steady until now, became disordered for a moment.

Sensing Wu Zhi's change, the corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips rose a little, he withdrew his hand, put his lips to Wu Zhi's ear, and asked, "Are you right? Wu... Lang?"

For the last two words, Fu Zhenhong's voice is very soft, and the slightly rising ending reveals a different kind of intimacy. After adding this intimate title, there is an inexplicably more lingering|lingering | A sense of compassion.

Wu Zhi never thought that he would hear such a title from Pan Jinlian's mouth. The moment the other party called out these two words in an ambiguous tone, his heart was lightened by a tiny needle. Tie it up.

Wu Zhi's Adam's apple moved slightly: "I am..."

Fu Zhenhong interrupted him: "You don't need to explain anything," he put his lips on Wu Zhi's eartips, and felt the other party's breathing obviously increased at this moment, Fu Zhenhong said softly and slowly: "The liar said it well." Lies...I don't want to hear them."

Fu Zhenhong's words made Wu Zhi's hand hanging by his side tighten suddenly,

Especially when he heard the word "liar", Wu Zhi almost thought that the other party knew something.

Sensing Wu Zhi's emotional ups and downs, Fu Zhenhong slightly raised her eyebrows, and slowly moved her hand down, reaching for Wu Zhi's clenched hand that was hanging by her side.

Fu Zhenhong put her fingertips on the back of Wu Zhi's hand, and said slowly: "I found out this morning, you seem to be interested in my lower back."

Wu Zhi didn't speak.

But at this time, silence was already an answer in disguise.

Fu Zhenhong pursed her lips slightly, as if she was thinking: "Let me think about it... The most attractive thing about my lower back should be the lotus flower tattoo."

Hearing that Fu Zhenhong guessed his purpose so easily.Wu Zhi's face under the mask sank, and haze gradually accumulated in the depths of his eyes.

This man is too smart and too sensitive.

Fu Zhenhong didn't care what Wu Zhi was thinking at the moment, and he didn't plan to explore it. He had his own judgment.

"If you don't speak, then I should have guessed it right." Fu Zhenhong smiled, "I'm actually a little curious, do you want to confirm whether I have a lotus tattoo on my lower back, or do you want to know which lotus tattoo Where is it on my lower back?"

While speaking, Fu Zhenhong rested his chin lightly on Wu Zhi's shoulder, and his fingertips that were originally placed on the back of Wu Zhi's hand also slipped up a few inches.

"If it's the former, you should already know the answer from these words. If it's the latter..." Speaking of this, Fu Zhenhong paused for a moment, grabbed Wu Zhi's wrist, and then continued : "If it's the latter, then you might as well guess first, where is that lotus tattoo on my lower back?"

Fu Zhenhong's hand led Wu Zhi's hand to her back, allowing Wu Zhi's warm fingertips to stick to the butterfly bone through a layer of fabric: "Is it here?" He asked, and then Going down, I came to the slightly sunken waist: "Is it still here?"