After making money, the husband who abandoned me came back

Isaac, who broke free from the shackles, ran over and helped Molière up.He checked it carefully, only to find that although the other party seemed to have been beaten badly, in fact there was nothing serious about him.

He asked with some doubts: "What did you offend Lancelot? He wouldn't be so angry usually, and you wouldn't make Varose cry again, would you?"

Molière touched the wound on his face, took a light breath, and then hooked his lips. Although the wound on his face was touched, he smiled nonchalantly: "Yes, I made her cry again .This crying bag, only knows how to cry when encountering things, I really don’t know how I got into it now.”

Melville looked at him, but frowned.Then, she asked in a deep voice, "What did you do to Fan Luosi?"

Molière looked up at Melville, but there was a big smile on his face, "I didn't do anything, I just kissed her."

The other two present were stunned when they heard this.

Isaac suddenly withdrew the hand supporting Molière, stood up and looked angrily, Molière with an indifferent expression on his face, said in disbelief: "Van Rose is Lancelot My wife, how can you kiss her? Molière, do you think women are crazy? If you really want women, there are many free ports where you can sleep casually with some dinars. How can you provoke Fan Luosi? ?”

What he hasn't said yet is that Fan Luosi seems to have some mental problems now. If she is provoked by Molière and really likes Molière, what will Lancelot do then?Lancelot finally liked someone so much now, if he was betrayed because of this, or by the two closest people, wouldn't it mean that he would return to the previous state of indifference to the outside world?

Molière struggled to stand up, and put away the sloppy expression on his face. He said to the other two present with a serious expression: "I don't want other women, I want her. Anyway, I like Lancelot." There are so many people, so what can I do?"

"Molière, have you lost your mind? Someone else is someone else, and Van Rose is Van Rose. That is Lancelot's wife, not any other woman. You say such things in such a tone, your Was the brain eaten by an ogre?" Isaac said while pushing Molière hard.

Molière stepped back a few steps unsteadily, and finally seemed to be irritated, and shouted at Isaac loudly: "I just like her, and I only like her. No matter what she looks like, she is smart." Still stupid, healthy or dying, I like her! How can Lancelot compare with me? Can he accept any kind of Varose? If she is disfigured and has a different face, he will still Can you love her?"

Molière looked at the expressions of disapproval on the faces of the two companions in front of him, but said firmly: "I can! I love her no matter what she looks like. I love her so much, why don't you let me get close to her? Lan Slote just knew her one step earlier than me, but in the future, I have plenty of time to make her fall in love with me!"

Isaac saw that his words were getting worse and worse, so he reached out his hand to cover his mouth, but how could Isaac be faster than Molière in terms of speed?

It's just that Molière didn't want to fight with Isaac, so after yelling these words, he looked up at Lancelot who appeared in the corridor on the second floor at some time, then turned and left indignantly.

Isaac also noticed Lancelot on the second floor. He glanced at him with some embarrassment, raised his hand and scratched his head, hesitated for a while before saying: "Molière is still young, and he hasn't had much contact with women, so he only Confused. Tonight! Tonight I will take him out to see and see, and he will be fine when he comes back!"

After speaking, he nodded to Lancelot and Melville, and hurried out to find Molière.

It wasn't until Isaac's figure disappeared from his eyes that Melville couldn't help but also turned to look at Lancelot.But found that the other party was looking in the direction of the door with an inexplicable expression without saying a word.

Then her eyes were glued to Lancelot's chest.Lancelot didn't change his clothes when he came out tonight, but just put on a nightgown.Later, during the fight, the skirt of the nightgown was slightly opened.So now Melville can see the ambiguous traces that Yang Yuan left on Lancelot before.

Melville looked at those traces and didn't know what kind of feeling she felt in her heart, but then she slowly turned her head back and left without saying a word.

The next day, after Yang Yuan woke up, he seemed to have forgotten what happened yesterday afternoon.Leaning in Lancelot's arms with a sweet face, clinging to him and not willing to let him go.

Lancelot bowed his head and kissed him, then smiled and said, "I won't go, I'll get you some breakfast."

So Yang Yuan let him go shyly, but unceremoniously ordered a few breakfasts that he liked.

Seeing his pampered look, Lancelot somehow remembered that Yang Yuan used to live in the White Tower, where he could eat whatever he had and could eat whatever he wanted.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched Yang Yuan's head, watching him rub his head against his palm like a little chicken.He smiled, and then got up to leave.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he found that there were still quite a few people today.Melville was eating breakfast quietly as usual.

Isaac pulled Molière with a spring face, he didn't know what he was talking about, and there was a strange hey laugh in his mouth.

The look on Molière's face was very impatient, but for some reason, he still held back his irritability and sat there quietly, motionless.

When the three of them saw Lancelot coming in, Melville just nodded at him, but Isaac stood up excitedly and said to Lancelot: "Hey, Lance! I took Morrie with me last night. Ai went out to play, and guess what I found? This guy turned out to be—"

Before he finished speaking, Molière stood up and punched Isaac hard.

Molière's speed was too fast, although the force was not strong, it still made Isaac stagger.But he was not annoyed, after all, such things are more or less shameful for men, so he exchanged glances with Lancelot in a manner that men understand, smiled for a while, and stopped talking to continue The topic just now.

Molière turned his head at this time, looked behind Lancelot, but did not see Yang Yuan's figure.

Isaac also noticed it, so he couldn't help but asked with some concern: "Where is Fan Luosi? Why didn't she come down?"

Lancelot walked towards the kitchen and said noncommittally, "He's not feeling well. He's staying upstairs to rest today."

Molière had a worried expression on his face when he heard the words, and he said to Lancelot's back in a very aggressive tone: "Why is she not feeling well, did you hit her?"

Isaac watched the back of Lancelot walking towards the kitchen, but he reacted. He held La Moliere's hand with a smirk, and then whispered a few words in his ear.

Only then did Molière realize what had happened, his face turned red and then pale, but he sat down again without embarrassment.

But Melville put down the tableware in his hand, got up and left silently.

Isaac looked at her leaving back and couldn't help sighing.

Seeing this, Molière rolled his eyes and said, "Mother Ai, what are you worrying about? If you have the time, you might as well solve your own personal problems."

"I would like to, but you also look at the people around us? Melville used to be Lancelot's fiancée. Even if she is not now, she can't let others go. Renata, okay , no matter which Renata, it's because I don't like her, and she doesn't like me. As for Selina, I'm more nervous to see her than I am to see Lancelot. Well, there are more now It's Fan Luosi, but that's a master who can't even take a second look. You are very courageous, and you dare to make her idea, and you are not afraid that Lancelot will really destroy you."

While complaining, Isaac turned to tease Molière: "By the way, you don't know what you think, but if you like Fan Luosi like this, you don't like those young ladies in the bar. Don't you think those young ladies look more charming than Fan Luosi, with hot bodies and better faces?"

Molière impatiently pulled Isaac's hand on his shoulder, and said angrily, "Is there something wrong with you? Comparing Vanessa to them, do you want Lancelot to beat you?" Break your three legs?"

It was only after Isaac heard that he realized that he had said something wrong, but when he turned around, he saw Lancelot coming out of the kitchen with a dinner plate, looking at him gravely.

Isaac stood up nervously, scratched his head in embarrassment, and quickly explained: "I'm just talking casually, as an analogy, as an analogy, without any other meaning!"

Lancelot did know the way Isaac and his companions talked about meat and vegetables.In the past, this was often a joke they used to relax their spirits between battles.It's just that such a joke is not appropriate for Yang Yuan.

So he gave him a warning look, and left with his tray.

Although Lancelot accompanied him all day, Yang Yuan still felt a little bored at night, so he insisted on going downstairs for dinner.

So when Molière and the others arrived at the restaurant, they saw Yang Yuan who was waiting to be fed with his mouth open, and Lancelot who was waiting for him to eat.

Seeing them coming in, Yang Yuan twisted his buttocks sitting on the mat, but ignored them. He just lowered his head and played with the things in his hands while waiting for Lancelot to feed him.

As Molière walked to the seat, he looked at Yang Yuan out of the corner of his eyes for a long time. He didn't sit down on the seat until he was sure that the other party didn't seem to be hurt at all.

After sitting down, without thinking about anything, he took a spoonful from the small bowl of milky white soup in front of him and put it into his mouth.Then, he took a bite of something that was a bit crunchy.Molière reached out his hand to take the thing out of his mouth in some doubts, but found that it was a green bug.

While he was in a daze, he heard Yang Yuan, who was sitting across from him, pat the table and laughed loudly, "Eating bugs, is it disgusting? Oh, it's so dirty, the bugs were bitten off by you, and the dirty stuff inside is so dirty." You ate everything. How disgusting! Hahaha!"

Molière felt the obvious leaf pattern on the green bug in his hand, paused with a stiff expression, and finally stood up quickly, made a disgusted look, rushed out the door and vomited loudly a few times.

This obviously made Yang Yuan more satisfied. He laughed and fell into Lancelot's arms, and said to Lancelot very proudly: "Let him bully me. Now I have eaten bugs. I will see him still Do you dare to bully me?"

Upon hearing this, Lancelot just reached out and patted him on the back, but did not speak.

Yang Yuan noticed that the expression on Lancelot's face was not happy, he got up from his arms with some anxiety, thought for a while and then said to him with a flattering face: "I made this bug new, not from It's in the box, don't be angry. I just wanted to scare him."

Seeing this, Lancelot smiled at her and said, "I'm not angry, let's eat quickly. After you finish eating, go back and sleep well."

Yang Yuan seemed to have received some information, nodded very obediently, sat at the table to eat and no longer acted like a monster, and obediently followed Lancelot back to the room after eating.

After the two left, Molière returned to the dining room.Looking at the cold food on the table, he ate it without hesitation. Even the bowl of soup that had been freed from bugs was eaten by him in the end.

Isaac didn't quite understand his state. Yesterday he wanted to say that he liked Fan Luosi, even if he took him outside to open his eyes, in the end he just sat there all night and didn't want to get close to those women.But today was clearly a chance for reconciliation, but Molière hid in the end and didn't come back until they left.

Moreover, the intimacy between Yang Yuan and Lancelot didn't seem to have much influence on him.

After thinking about it, Isaac shook his head, no longer dwelling on such a question.Anyway, the less Molière didn't care, the better. This kind of thing about seeing his companion's wife was really embarrassing for them, the bystanders.

This day, when Yang Yuan was eating snacks and playing with bugs in the garden, Melville walked past him with a stack of books in his arms.

Then she stopped and looked at Yang Yuan for a long time but suddenly said: "Your earrings are pretty."

Yang Yuan paused, looked up at the other party vigilantly, found that Melville smiled at him, turned and left.

Yang Yuan felt a little chilled by her fright, after thinking about it, he put down the bug in his hand and hurried to his room.

He took off the earrings, but after looking around, he couldn't find a good place to store them.In a hurry, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of Lancelot's Box of Day and Night.

The so-called day and night box, that is to say, no matter how long something is put in the box, after taking it out, it only takes a day and a night for this thing.So the pastry that has been in it for so long has not broken.

But this also means that the contents of this box cannot be taken out often, but it is perfect for storage.So Yang Yuan took out the Day and Night Box from the cabinet, carefully put the earrings inside, closed the lid, and then patted the Day and Night Box with confidence.

Afterwards, he got a little bored and climbed into bed, planning to take a nap and cook dinner for Lancelot when he got better at night.

Who knew that when he woke up and was about to wash his face and go downstairs, he saw a strange face in the mirror, which made him almost scream in fright.

But then he tightly covered his mouth, not letting himself make a sound.

Although he was not particularly clear, he probably knew that whenever he screamed or yelled, Lancelot would immediately appear in front of him, as if he was always paying attention to his situation.But if he just did something silently, even if there were some things that Lancelot did not allow, he would not find out.

And now, he obviously couldn't let Lancelot see this situation.

He stared in horror at the strange man in the mirror who was wearing a skirt and had a red gemstone on his forehead, but he gradually felt a sense of familiarity for some reason.After a long time, he had to accept the fact that this man was him.

He turned out to be a man?So how did the previous female body come about?How can he change back and forth?Most importantly - does Lancelot know he is a man?

Then he remembered the earring that he had hidden.

He found the day and night box again in a panic, took out the earrings from it, and put them on in a hurry.

Yang Yuan stood silently in the room without a mirror, and waited anxiously for a long time before he slowly felt the strange feeling gradually rising in his body.It didn't hurt, it was just a bit sore, numb, and itchy all over the body.

It wasn't until this feeling disappeared that Yang Yuan returned to the mirror in a panic and saw a familiar female appearance.

He involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief, but then he looked at the wedding ring on his hand, and remembered what Lancelot had said before, that he would have many children with him, and he felt a deep sense of uneasiness in his heart.

That night, when Yang Yuan was lying in Lancelot's arms, his body remained stiff for some reason, not clinging to him as before.Lancelot thought it was the previous sexual incident that made him a little scared, so he just reached out and stroked his back lightly, not daring to get too close to him.

But in the next few days, Yang Yuan's condition was not very good.

He seemed to be in a trance all the time, and he didn't like to laugh and make trouble like before. He stayed quietly beside Lancelot, not knowing what he was thinking.Lancelot thought he was bored, and planned to take some time to go out with him for a few days.

But he didn't want to be rejected by Yang Yuan, "I'm not feeling well, so I just want to stay at home and not go anywhere."

Lancelot looked at him for a while, then smiled at him, nodded and said, "Well, tell me if you have anything, don't hide it in your heart alone, and don't think about it."

Hearing this, Yang Yuan looked up at Lancelot, with a sad look on his face for some reason.

Seeing this, Lancelot frowned slightly.

But no matter how he asked, Yang Yuan just shook his head and didn't speak.He had no choice but to put things down first, but paid more attention to him on weekdays and spent more time with him.Seeing that he didn't want to go out, he asked people to buy a lot of food and things to play with, and spent half a day with him every day.

Yang Yuan seemed to enjoy Lancelot's company more, but the occasional trance look on his face still made Lancelot very worried.

But on this day, Yang Yuan boldly reached out and touched Lancelot's nightgown before going to bed at night.

Lancelot turned to look at him questioningly, but saw Yang Yuan smiled shyly at him, and whispered to him, "I want to have a baby with you."

Lancelot smiled when he heard this, reached out and touched his head, leaned over and kissed him.

After waking up the next morning, Lancelot brought up breakfast as usual, and after eating with him, he talked for a while before getting up and going to the study.

After he left, the smile on Yang Yuan's face disappeared.He sighed softly, climbed out of bed with some difficulty, and began to pack his things lightly.

The box of day and night must be brought, although these are the things he gave to Lancelot in the past, but now they have become a good memory between him and Lancelot.Since he was going, he was going to take them with him.In this way, Lancelot will not feel sad watching them think of him, but he can hold the box of day and night and miss Lancelot.

And during this period of time, he also wanted to take away the food, food and play that Lancelot bought for him.And his clothes, he also wanted to bring a Lancelot dress, so that he could hold it when he went to sleep, imagining that he was sleeping in his arms.With that in mind, he decided he'd better bring another set of sheets he'd slept on.

So Yang Yuan took off the sheet that was currently on the bed, folded it up and put it into the small package he had prepared.

But then he found that things were getting stuffed more and more, and his package couldn't fit at all.No matter how he stuffed it, even if he threw all his clothes out, he still couldn't fit all the things about Lancelot that he wanted to take away.

As he stuffed it, he was aggrieved and desperately shed tears, and then he couldn't help it, and wept silently while holding the package.

After venting the grievance in his heart, Yang Yuan looked at the package reluctantly, then took a deep breath, took out all the things, and walked out of the room with only a day and night box in his arms.

Molière was in the library, and when he was inquiring about books and materials with the other two, he heard the door of the library being gently pushed open, and then Fan Luosi's voice sounded, calling his name, "Mo Liai, come out."

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