Chapter 17

How could the little vegetative person sleep? Like a seedling waiting for rain and dew, he quietly listened to every footstep sliding past the door.

Mu Qingliu took a shower after morning exercise to get rid of the salty sweat and greasy smell, and walked into Song Yin's new bedroom and ward cleanly and refreshed.

Even though Big Boss Mu disliked using bath products with any fragrances and never used perfume, the breath carried by his vigorous steps was still unique, cold and fragrant.

It made Song Yin shudder in his heart. A

refreshing smell similar to the wind blowing through the bamboo forest and the sea current brushing against the face surrounded Mu Qingliu's limbs and bones, making his external aura radiate from the inside, emitting a splitting and muddy driving.

People who are blind often have different senses and perceptions than ordinary people.

Regarding Song Yin's current state, he is worse than a blind person. He is completely unable to move, express his feelings, or take care of himself normally.

Even so, Mu Qingliu's temperament is indeed very different from ordinary glamorous bitches~

Song Yin: [Is the smell of Mu Qingliu unique to successful people? It smells good~]

Next time he comes close, I will definitely be the first to smell him.

Mu Qingliu picked up a chair and sat down gracefully. The intimate intimacy with Song Yin before seemed to be acting, but now it was more like a rigorous private negotiation.

"I don't like you right now."

Mu Qingliu explained calmly. Of course, he didn't like the sun, moon, or stars either. He didn't like anything in this world.

I'm afraid even he doesn't like himself.

"So you can be very assured when you live in this house. I have a moral bottom line. If you disagree, I will never force you to fulfill the necessary obligations of a wife."

Mu Qingliu naturally said ugly words out of habit.

[Huh?]

Song Yin felt very confused.

[I know, Mu Qingliu married me just to stimulate the protagonist. After all, my main task in this book is to be a cannon fodder.] [

ㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ]

[I understand, I can only lie down anyway, I can't run away, I will do whatever you say, and I can't stop you.]

Mu Qingliu explained: "Of course, wait until you can move, then do it."

[Do what?] The little vegetable said.

[Cook?]

[Cook dishes?]

[Do exercises?]

[Do housework?]

[Do handicrafts? 】

【Warm up with Pilates? 】

Mu Qingliu looked at the bubbles of the word "do" piled up like a sea of ​​clouds, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Let's talk about your thesis first. I have sent someone to the Song family to get your laptop. I guess your thesis should be inside."

He raised his hand, and the special assistant secretary waiting outside the door seemed to have a pair of X-ray eyes, and handed in Song Yin's fifth-hand laptop that was transferred at a low price.

Mu Qingliu was a little disgusted with the old and dirty laptop, so he took two tissues and opened the screen.

Are you sure this thing can still be used?

Didn't you pick it up from the recycling station?

He would not know how low Song Yin's status in the Song family was, how difficult his situation was, including this computer, which was partly obtained from scholarship money, partly from defective products bought from others, and partly from a graphics card that he assembled himself.

Mu Qingliu wanted to guess the power-on password from the fingerprints on the keyboard he often used.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

Because every key was rubbed smooth and greasy.

[My power-on password is 36-bit encrypted, and no one in this world can open it easily. 】

【My password is......】

Mu Qingliu said, "I found your graduation thesis and will send it to your tutor immediately. The graduation defense will be arranged tomorrow morning. I hope you can prepare well."

【w(Д)w】99+

【How can I participate in a ghost defense in my condition?】

【Mu Qingliu! Don't play tricks on me so early in the morning! 】

【No, why can he open my encryption? ! This is absolutely unscientific! ! 】

Mu Qingliu walked out of the room, threw the worn-out laptop to the special assistant secretary, gave instructions, and then went to do his own thing.

At 2:30 in the afternoon of the next day, Mu Qingliu came to Song Yin's room again. For some reason, he had an illusion that Song Yin's dark circles penetrated the bangs covering his face, which produced an extremely terrifying effect.

The nurse who helped Song Yin change his clothes said, "I was nervous all night and fell asleep just half an hour ago."

How could a young nurse see through the panic of a vegetative person?

In Song Yin's bedroom, all the French windows were open. As long as you stick your head out of the window, you can see that the large lawn outside the Mu family is full of thousands of complaining bubbles.

[I am a vegetative person. Now only my internal organs can move. How do you want me to defend myself to my tutor? ]99999+

[Mu Qingliu, you bastard! ! ]99+

[Hello, teacher. The topic of my thesis this time is to explore the research of digital AI and how the future metaverse and AI can be integrated into digital transformation. ]9999999+

[Mu Qingliu, I wish you impotence soon! ! 】9999+

The nurse looked embarrassed, but Mu Qingliu was particularly calm, even questioning.

Why didn't 9999+ launch a lightning attack?

Mu Qingliu said, "You go out first, I'm going to change my wife's clothes later."

The nurse said "oh" twice and left with a slightly red face.

When Song Yin fell asleep, he was completely in a deep sleep mode, and he could move him any way he wanted.

Mu Qingliu took off his silk pajamas and pants, and the silk with a texture like flowing water slid down, revealing milk-like skin.

The feel of a real person must be fresher than that of a white porcelain doll, and it is full of youthful elasticity.

Mu Qingliu is not a pervert, and he has no interest in playing with Song Yin's body like a porcelain doll.

The first time is new, the second time is familiar.

Mu took out the silk underwear and helped the little vegetable to put it on, and placed the pink bird in the middle. The silk underwear was tightly sewn on the hips, covering half of the sexy belly button.

Perfect.

Suspender socks, shirt, tailor-made suit, tie, diamond tie clip, everything was worn in a proper manner.

Mu Qingliu is definitely a first-class aesthetician, and his skills in dressing up porcelain dolls are superb.

Now that it is worn by a real person, there will be no interference at all. Every wrinkle and button are all expertly arranged, and the pattern is nice.

There is still an emerald earring custom-made from Italy left in the jewelry box.

Mu Qingliu rubbed Song Yin's earlobe with his fingers and found that his ears were not pierced. He felt a pity and should have pierced one.

The gemstone jewelry at home needs a good new owner.

Song Yin was not sleeping well at first, but was woken up by him rubbing her. The tip of her nose was surrounded by the scent of Mu Qingliu.

Anyway, you can tell whose it is as soon as you smell it. He

thought dazedly: [Mu Qingliu, what are you doing? 】

Mu Qingliu: "Carry Sleeping Beauty to the graduation defense."

[......]

[Ahhhhhh~ Oh my god~]

The little vegetable began to output crazily, making it difficult for Mu Qingliu to move. Now the yard is full of bubbles of complaints, making the cleaning servants fall over.

Mu Qingliu had already made arrangements and climbed onto the top floor of the mansion.

The sound of the helicopter turbines and rotors was huge.

Song Yin hasn't left the house for a long, long, long time. No matter who stays at home for a long time, they will always feel dazed when they suddenly go out, with a sense of being out of the world that is difficult to integrate with the secular world.

Song Yin only hated that his fingers could not move, otherwise he would have to clamp the villain's neck and purge the social dregs.

[Why do I hear the sound of a meat grinder?]

The timid bubble was rolled into the helicopter's rotor and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

[Will he sell me to Africa?]

Mu Qingliu pretended not to see it and said to the helicopter pilot, "A University."

Originally, Mu Qingliu meant to invite Song Yin's tutor to his home for defense.

It seems that he doesn't take it seriously enough.

It would be better to make a special trip.

Other students in Song Yin's major have already completed their graduation defense and left the university smoothly. Now he is the only one who has disappeared for almost seven months, from winter to spring.

Song Yin's head teacher and counselor almost thought he was abducted by a trafficker.

Song Yin suddenly appeared in the familiar campus of A University again. It was a pity that he couldn't see anything and couldn't say goodbye to his friends who had been with him for more than three years.

Mu Qingliu held him in his arms and walked on the university campus, which immediately formed a beautiful picture. Countless students took out their mobile phones and followed behind to take pictures.

Most of them took pictures of Mu Qingliu.

Song Yin lay softly in his arms, his whole face covered by long hair, and no one could tell who it was.

However...

[How embarrassing, how embarrassing, if someone saw me, a mere vegetable, participating in the defense, I'm afraid my name, Song Yin, will be engraved on the pillar of shame for the rest of my life! ! 】

The girl who followed and took pictures asked in a low voice, "Who is Song Yin? Have you heard of him?"

"I don't know. The number of people in our school has exceeded thousands. Except for the school hunk Wen Yancheng, I don't know the rest?"

"Nonsense, there is also Song He from the Art Academy."

"The two you are talking about are indeed handsome, but five-star general MacArthur said that only truly mature and high-quality men are worthy of being remembered. I declare that this handsome uncle is my lifelong pursuit!"

"Ah, me too!"

Song Yin was made even more upset by the restlessness behind him, and thought anxiously: [Mu Qingliu, you must make me lose this person today, right? ]

[Then I don't want you to have it easy either! I want to expose your past and make you look bad! ]

[The author has repeatedly described that you are 20 centimeters! ! 】

"Aaaaaaah~"

"Really? Aren't Chinese people all toothpicks? 20 is too scary~"

[And the author also said that your desire is particularly strong, and you are written to be stronger, badder, and more handsome in order to perfectly create a contrast group for the protagonist! ]

"Super strong desire, is it seven times a night~" "

I can't do it anymore, the university is a sacred temple full of knowledge, why do I feel that my heart is full of indescribable filth now~"

Mu Qingliu did not bring anyone with him when he went out today, and only came with Song Yin to participate in the thesis defense.

Although he knew that he was always surrounded by all kinds of people and talked about him because he was too handsome since he was a child.

Mu Qingliu is still not used to being the focus and becoming a topic of conversation.

So he said, "Sorry."

He opened his mouth and bit Song Yin's exposed earlobe.

The gesture that seemed particularly intimate to outsiders was completely silent here.

"Hehehe, so you are the two of you, no wonder you hugged so tightly."

"Why do all the handsome guys have boyfriends? I hate it!!"

"Forget it, men with boyfriends are like expired canned food. Let's go!" He turned his head away in grief.

[You...]

[You...] 999+

A large group of thunderclouds quickly gathered above Mu Qingliu's head, and the electric pulses hidden in the dark clouds were like mad snakes, moving like shuttles.

Mu Qingliu didn't intend to let him use the second slot skill to blow himself up in front of everyone on campus.

He said lightly, "I have a good idea. Even though you are a vegetable, you can still get through the thesis defense smoothly."

"Believe it or not."

Anyway, I'm lying to you.