"My tongue was bitten by a cat, and I stammered."

Ruoqing: "Master Zhan, I'm a woman, you let me help you take a bath, isn't it okay?" ”

Zhan Bo snorted coldly, "You are my wife, what's wrong?" ”

"That'...... I'd better be respectful than obey. ”

Ruoqing responded with a smile and pushed him forward again.

Sensing her beauty, Zhan Bo turned his head to look at her several times, her initial reaction was obviously frightened, why was it beautiful in a blink of an eye?

This woman, who changes so fast, is like him, capricious!

Back in the room, Ruoqing happily entered the bathroom and helped Zhan Bo put the bath water, thinking that she could enjoy the beautiful man bathing, Ruoqing couldn't help humming a little song.

Zhan Bo frowned when he heard the little song floating out of the bathroom.

He pushed his wheelchair to the bathroom door, and looked at Ruoqing happily like a mouse stealing rice, which reminded him of her joy when he first received his certificate.

"Master Zhan, I've put the bath water away."

Ruoqing turned her head to see him and smiled sweetly at him.

Zhan Bo was silent, silently pushing the wheelchair to slide in.

As soon as he entered, his delicate wife unceremoniously ripped off his clothes, and those beautiful eyes shone with a different light.

"Zhan Ye, your muscles are really strong."

Taking advantage of the opportunity to undress, Ruoqing really looked at Zhan Bo once and touched his upper body.

Battle ...... It felt that instead of frightening her, he gave him the feeling that he was meat on the chopping block and let her slaughter.

As the slender hands landed on his pants, ready to untie his belt, Zhanbo grabbed her hands.

Soft, petite, and nice to the touch.

Zhanbo told himself that he was holding her hand, not greedily, but to stop her from picking his pants.

"Zhan Ye?"

Ruoqing was happy, but she was stopped, and she looked at Zhan Bo in puzzlement.

"I'll wash it myself, you go out."

Zhan Bo let go of her hand and said coldly, "By the way, help me close the door." ”

"Master Zhan, you have difficulty moving, let me take care of you, you don't have to be shy, we are husband and wife, and we are the closest people." Ruoqing was about to pick up his pants again, but Zhan Bo's eyes were quick, and he grabbed her presumptuous jade hand.

His face was calm, and his tone was a little heavier.

"Mu Ruoqing, I'll let you out!"

Ruoqing withdrew her hand, oh, and then walked away with a reluctant look, and closed the door for him by the way.

As soon as the door closed, Ruoqing covered her mouth and chuckled, "Want to fix me?" ”

I don't know who suffers.

When Zhan Bo came out of the bathroom, Ruoqing was half-lying on the bed, still holding a plate of fruit, and was eating with relish, when she saw Zhan Bo coming out, she smiled and asked, "Zhan Ye, do you want to eat fruit?" ”

Zhan Bo ignored her.

Pushing himself in a wheelchair.

Ruoqing jumped out of bed with a sense of humor, put the plate of uneaten fruit on the bedside table, and was about to help Zhan Bo to the bed, but he refused.

Seeing him struggling to sit on the bed, Ruoqing looked distressed and said to him, "You have to insist on doing rehabilitation, practice walking more, so that you can recover, always sitting in a wheelchair, muscles are easy to atrophy." ”

Zhan Bo still ignored her and lay down on his own.

Ruoqing pursed her lips and looked at him for two minutes, then she approached cheekily and smiled, "Master Zhan, are you still angry with me?" I admit that I used to like Tang Qianhao, that was all in the past, and now I don't like him anymore, I only like Zhan Ye. ”

She touched Zhan Bo's face, and when Zhan Bo glared at her, she grinned again, and her voice was sweet, "Zhan Ye, I know you actually don't like me, defenseless, we still have a lifetime, I will make you like me." ”

Zhan Bo finally moved his mouth and said coldly that she was "shameless." ”

"Thanks for the compliment."

Battle ......

"Master Zhan, let's sleep together tonight?"

"I'm okay with you sleeping on the floor."

After Zhan Bo finished speaking, he turned over and turned his back to Ruoqing, not wanting her to see that his handsome face was a little cracked.

His wife, is becoming more and more presumptuous, and he has begun to tolerate her presumptuousness.

Hell yes!

It's only been a few days since I got my certificate.

Ruoqing happily slid off the bed, "Master Zhan, you wait for me, I'll take a bath, soon." ”

Zhan Bo's face was black.

She said it as if they were going to do something in a moment.

After Ruoqing took his clothes into the bathroom, Zhan Bo turned over, thought about it, sat up and struggled to sit back on the wheelchair, and then pushed the wheelchair himself and ran away.

Thinking that she could sleep with the god of the Jiangcheng business world, Ruoqing was happy, who knew that there was only a big bed waiting for her when she came out, and her man didn't know where to slip away for a long time.

"Won't you fight with me anymore?"

Ruoqing muttered, "I'm not used to admitting defeat so quickly, alas." ”

If Zhan Bo heard Ruoqing's muttering, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.

This cunning goblin!

……

In the dimly lit room, on the big bed, a man and a woman were turned red......

Zhan Bo sat up from the bed abruptly.

A thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.

I'm having that dream again!

In recent months, he has often had the same dream, in which he sees him pestering a woman, constantly making the most intimate movements, but he just can't see the woman's face clearly.

Very strange dreams.

Zhan Bo dared to say that he lived to be thirty-one years old, and he had never been as presumptuous as he had in his dreams.

He couldn't understand how a man like him, who didn't like women and still maintained his childlike body, could have the same dream over and over again, and what did that dream portend?

Reaching out and pulling a few tissues from the bedside table, Zhan Bo wiped the thin sweat from his forehead.

As long as he had that dream, when he woke up, he would always be sweating, and sometimes he would gasp for breath, living like he really did in a dream.

turned on the headlights in the room, and Zhan Bo, who was completely sleepy, got out of bed with difficulty, sat down in the wheelchair with difficulty, and then pushed the wheelchair to a desk in the room.

Pulling open one of the drawers of his desk, he pulled out a circle of drawings from it.

The circle of paintings was spread out on the table, but it was a portrait without facial features, and it was a picture of a woman, which he had depicted with the memory of his dreams.

Since he couldn't see the woman's facial features all the time, he couldn't draw the other person's appearance.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you keep coming back to me? ”

Zhan Bo muttered to himself.

The dream had been haunting him for a while and had affected his sleep.

"I've never been in debt to you, whoever you are, don't come to me again."

Zhan Bo put away the scroll and stuffed it back into the drawer.

After sitting quietly at the desk for more than ten minutes, Zhan Bo returned to the bed and lay down, forcing himself to fall asleep.

But he didn't know what was going on, as soon as he closed his eyes, the picture of being turned red waves would appear in his mind, like a big stone smashed into his calm heart lake, causing layers of ripples.