Back to the ground, Wang Xiaobaa leaned on the big tree and felt depressed. It was indeed a bit hypocritical.
Strangely congested.
Rational and emotional two villains are quarreling.
Xiaobai said: Does he simply like me? Or like I'm the reincarnation of Sleeping Lamp
Xiao Hei said: Isn't this bullshit? The answer is obvious, what are you, it is his senior brother sleeping lamp, not you Wang Xiaobaa!
Xiaobai is pitiful: But the sleeping lamp is also me, and I am also the sleeping lamp... It makes me seem like a substitute.
Xiao Hei rolled his eyes: Oh, can this be the same? Even if you are, have you experienced that vigorous relationship? Can you go in
You can see through you the memories, not the present...
In a word, it stabbed into Wang Xiaobaa's chest like a small knife, or the kind with barbs, and when it was pulled out, it was dripping with blood.
The unwilling Xiaobai said: But Feng Jin always smiles at us very gently, and his eyes are usually very gentle.
Xiao Hei sneered: The wind is gone? What do you call so close! Wang Xiaobaa, you have seen so many human affections, are you used to pretending to be stupid? Don't you see that a person like him should be stern and gloomy, he laughed? It's all pretentious, isn't it
Don't say you can't see it! His smirk is much worse than your relatives' acting skills, maybe he turned his head and changed his disgusting face, idiot!
Xiaobai cried a lot when he was told, and Xiaohei dominated and was triumphant.
With her back against the peach tree, Wang Xiaoba lowered her eyes and smiled wryly...
Who said that people who often giggle won't hurt if they are hurt, and who said that people who are Lotte will be strong after losing them
Nonsense, I'm obviously dying of sadness...
"What's wrong with the sleeping lamp, what's wrong with you?" An overly feminine and handsome face came over, and a scorching red line between his eyebrows woke Wang Xiaoba.
Seeing the worry in Wen Fengjin's eyes and the raised eyebrows, Wang Xiaoba said subconsciously, "Ah, it's okay."
I'm just a little heartbroken and want to cry and hang myself to death, you don't have to worry about me, I'm fine, the dog smiles.
Wang Xiaoba said hypocritically in his heart.
"How can it be okay, Sleeping Lamp, what's wrong? You look like you're about to cry..." Wen Fengjin took his hand, took a step closer, and then kissed Wang Xiaobaa's forehead gently and lovingly.
"Is there anything I shouldn't know?" After speaking, he suddenly paused and said in a lower voice, "Mian Deng, do you remember something again?"
Wang Xiaobaa looked at the deep love in his eyes that was about to overflow, and shook his head with caring clenched palms, "I don't think of anything."
"Really, it doesn't matter, don't worry. And even if your memory is wrong, you must tell me if you remember something?" Wen Fengjin said with a light smile.
"I know… "
Wang Xiaobaa felt a little strange. He didn't know why Wen Fengjing was so contradictory about his recovery of his memory.
Looking at his smiling face, Wang Xiaoba felt inexplicably irritable, as if the expression on his face was cast on his face with plaster cast on his face, he had a feeling that the real smell is not like this, not so gentle and careful Always the kind that has no temper...
It was a ghost, and Wang Xiaoba said: "Don't laugh, it's so fake..."
As soon as he said this, he regretted it, and Wen Fengjin's wide eyes and stiff smile made Wang Xiaobaa excited!
The two were silent for a while, a depressing atmosphere made the person unable to breathe, Wen Fengjin lowered his head so that Wang Xiaobaa couldn't see his expression...
It looks kind of sad...
It's over! It's over! What am I doing wrong!
Wang Xiaoba quickly apologized: "I'm sorry... what, I just had a headache, don't mind..." He quickly shifted his attention and said loudly, "Oh right! Where's our hair just now? Didn't you lose it?"
Wen Fengjing raised his head, the smile on his face was faint, his eyes were deep and indifferent, and Wang Xiaobaa's whole body was shaking from the cold.
Suddenly he smiled lively: "Brother, don't be afraid, today is our good day, how could I be mad at you?"
"..." Can you put your laughing fangs away and say this again
He also said that he was not angry, and when he was angry, he would call him senior. Wang Xiaoba pouted in his heart.
"I put the things in the box inside the coffin, and that box holds the things I treasure most." Mentioning that box, the boss's uncontrollable expression softened.
The most precious thing... Wang Xiaobaa's eyes lit up.
He said, "Do you want to see it, brother?"
Wang Xiaobaa: "Yes, I want to see..."
He smiled and nodded: "That's good, I won't show you."
Wang Xiaobaa: "..."
Boss, are you so vengeful? ! You are a small private vault, do you know that! Caught the one who was going to kneel on the washboard!
Don't you know that it is only when your daughter-in-law is in charge that she can live on money? ! The front foot just finished telling me eachother, and the back foot hid money, I'm so miserable, big zongzi is inhuman, hetui!
Wen Feng laughed enough, went to fetch water and wiped Wang Xiaobaa's hands and face, as well as washed her feet, and returned to the appearance of a good man, her broad hands grasped her thin feet and rubbed them, just before When Wang Xiaoba was ticklishly shrinking, Wen Fengjing also let go.
"Go to sleep, I'm always by your side."
Wen Fengjin's eyes softened, and he and Wang Xiaobaa lay in the coffin, and the box containing the 'most precious' treasures was placed on the side of Wen Fengjin's pillow.
There was no entertainment in the underground palace, and because Wang Xiaoba was sleepy every day, they slept in coffins every day.
When being embraced by a bitterly scented embrace, Wang Xiaoba thought happily in the bitterness: Who is this embrace for? Maybe it was for me.
When Wang Xiaobaa fell asleep, in the pearly coffin, Wen Fengjin slowly opened his eyes, he sat up and lay down on Wang Xiaobaa's body by the faint light, one arm supported himself, and the other put it in He took a bite on his wrist in his mouth and gently placed it in the mouth of the person below.
The reared body is accustomed to receiving the blood supply and begins to swallow.
After a while, Wen Fengji withdrew his wrist, brushed his beloved's face, and fascinatedly used his eyes to describe kissing his skin and the tip of his nose and forehead, and rubbed his lips carefully with his thumb with nostalgia.
As if the mask of a smile was completely lifted, his expression was indifferent, and his handsome and feminine face was a little tougher and sharper, but those strange eyes were too gentle than usual, and the hypocrisy and gloom disappeared. , from a fallen Demon Venerable to an Immortal Monarch next to Yaochi in an instant.
Indifference, ruthlessness, but eternal obsession. When a person has a temperature, this is the real news.
"Senior brother, did you remember something today?"
When he was with Wang Xiaobaa, his voice always rose, as if he wanted to feel happy, but because of his own personality, he became strange, like a perverted clown, laughing and making people's scalp tingle.
Now Wen Feng Jin, who is alone, has a hoarse and low voice, and the speed of his speech is neither rushed nor slow, which is truly heart-wrenching.
After he finished asking, 'Wang Xiaobaa', who was supposed to be asleep, opened his eyes instantly, his blood-red pupils stared blankly above, and said word by word, "No, yes."
"Then why are you unhappy today, senior brother, what are you hiding from me?"
"I'm here, I'm worried, you, the person I like, is the sleeping lamp."
"I miss you, the person I like is Wang, Xiaobaa..."
Wen Fengjing shook his head, "Wrong, the person I like has always been you, brother, you don't understand, it's not the sleep lamp that came before you, but the sleep lamp that I love the most because of you. "
"I love you, always you..."
But I lied too much and did too many things that I dare not tell you, so I want to do my best to be the kind of person you like, so that you can't leave me first...
"Right." Wen Fengjin put his hand on his face with a strange expression, "Am I really smiling?"
"Fake."
"But Senior Brother, didn't you say you like the person who laughs most often... You liar..." Wen Fengjin raised his lips slightly, put his hand on Wang Xiaobaa's face, and swept his palms and closed his red eyes.
"Go to sleep, brother, I'm really happy today."
Wen Fengjin lay beside him, put his palms on his heart and slowly closed his eyes.
[The author has something to say: [Small Theater]
Wang Xiaobaa: Hmph, he doesn't like me at all, only likes his senior brother.
Smell the wind and touch his face: I smile perfectly, obviously I have practiced for a long time.]