Chapter 25
Mu Qingliu felt more and more that it was the right decision to get rid of the so-called protagonist from home.
Otherwise, Song Yin’s first words every morning when he got up would be about Wen Yancheng’s situation.
[How did Mu Qingliu know the protagonist? Could it be that in this corner where I can’t see or crawl, the plot has already been going on? ]
[Why did I hear that Wen Yancheng seemed to be injured? ]
[⊙Q⊙]
[Did Mu Qingliu ask someone to beat him up? ! ]
Mu Qingliu, who never liked to make unnecessary explanations, said: "Don’t think too much about the man who lived in my house two days ago. I picked him up from the street."
I enjoy helping others.
Mu Qingliu held a delicate nail polisher in his hand, polishing Song Yin's fingernails clean and round little by little, and trimmed them into a beautiful arc shape.
Apply another layer of nail nutrient solution.
Wait for someone to react.
Mu Qingliu quickly threw the nutrient solution into the trash can.
Damn it, he has actually become addicted to using his hands in the past two days, and he treats the little vegetable like a porcelain doll without even knowing it.
As soon as Song Yin heard him answer, the other party seemed to be using something that made a buzzing sound to touch his fingernails.
[I may have been lying down for too long, and my whole body is so slovenly. I really feel sorry for the aesthetic ceiling pastor of this book, but he actually took me, a mere vegetable, as a marriage partner. 】
Mu Qingliu snorted coldly in his nose: You still have a little bit of conscience.
【⊙Q⊙】
【Will Mu Qingliu kill Wen Yancheng! 】
【⊙Q⊙】
【Mu Qingliu is the number one villain in this book! 】 For
the first time in his life, Mu Qingliu felt the frustration of talking to someone he did not like, and was a little surprised that his good patience would be exhausted one day.
Mu Qingliu stood up, pinched the mouth of the little vegetable with his slender fingers, and said lightly, "What is moving in his mouth? You can tell at a glance that he is saying something bad."
【(o゜▽゜)o☆[BINGO!]】
"Is this bad talk about me?"
Song Yin: 【This villain is so hard to deal with... No, my husband is so smart! 】
The strings in Mu Qingliu's heart were slightly plucked, and he was dizzy for a second.
How come he is rebellious at one moment and obedient at another.
At another moment he calls me husband.
Actually, Song Yin was just reacting out of self-preservation. He wanted to make a long speech and complain violently. Imagine if
the villain hugged him to sleep day and night, what if he knew something he shouldn't know. Wouldn't it be a hundred times more terrifying than finding out that the adulterer Lao Wang was hiding behind the curtain? !
The little vegetable had nothing to do all day and was daydreaming.
Mu Qingliu was not particularly strong all day.
The boss, who hadn't been to the basement for a long time, finally turned on the camera lazily.
Within a few minutes, the number of visitors in the live broadcast room had reached hundreds of thousands, which was much higher than before he showed his wedding ring.
The rich ladies in the doll circle were like a swarm of bees, full of thirst for a long drought, licking the screen frantically.
[Husband, why have you left me alone for so long? I'm almost turning into a husband-waiting stone! ]
[Husband, you are so cruel. I wait for you on time every day. Although you have a wife, you can't ignore those of us who don't have husbands! ]
[Forget it, you are a married man now, so I should be a little more civilized when talking to you! I'm going to put it here today! I want you to make up for all the dolls I owe you this month immediately! ]
[Husband, take off ten today! ]
[Husband, take off ten today! ]
[Husband, take off ten today! ]
...
Mu Qingliu wore a bird-beak mask, his expression was as cold and silent as his heart.
The dense bullet screen was like a swarm of bees and butterflies reflected in Mu Qingliu's deep pupils.
However, the feeling was completely different.
He was now experiencing the three-dimensional stimulation brought by Song Yin every day, and then returned to the two-dimensional world.
It seemed that all the novelty and fun were in the dullness, turning into thin smoke, fleeting.
And.
Mu Qingliu finished half an hour of live broadcast and slowly took the elevator upstairs from the basement.
Today's work was very successful, and it can be described as a wonderful presentation of his concentrated inspiration.
Someone in the live broadcast room actually started a public auction in the bullet screen, bidding his newly made butterfly doll to a price of 6.74 million.
Mu Qingliu held a butterfly made of electric blue taffeta in his hand. The patterns on the butterfly wings were embroidered using bird gold embroidery techniques. The peacock feathers were twisted into feather threads, and were sewn stitch by stitch by a skilled embroiderer.
All the servants, doctors, and nurses who passed by Mu Qingliu were surprised that he actually held such a delicate gadget in his hand.
Mu Qingliu itself is synonymous with delicacy and elegance. The butterfly with embroidered eyebrows resting on the slender fingertips is not weird, but shocking.
Mu Qingliu asked about Song Yin's specific location.
The nurse said: "Mr. Song is asleep."
No comment bubbles appeared for a long time, so he must have fallen asleep.
Now everyone in the family makes this judgment.
Mu Qingliu pinched the butterfly and walked swiftly into the bedroom where Song Yin often slept.
Mu Qingliu also thought that he was asleep, so he sat next to the little vegetable and carefully looked at his wife's pretty face.
Song Yin was very attractive, and one could always taste a different kind of charm from his facial features.
It might be because he looked at his wife too many times.
Mu Qingliu recently customized a batch of porcelain dolls, and the faces of these dolls tended to be more and more handsome.
His fingers began to slowly scratch the side of Song Yin's cheek, and the blue butterfly on his fingertips was like a fragile and lively life, fluttering its soft wings between another fragile and lively skin.
Mu Qingliu looked at a white porcelain doll, and couldn't help but put butterflies on Song Yin's ears, blending into the boy's soft hair.
[Is it fun? Pervert.]
Song Yin closed his eyes tightly, but he was not asleep, and he had no thoughts to reveal.
Mu Qingliu, however, seemed to be caught by the tip of his tail, and suddenly withdrew his stroking fingers.
[See, I hit the nail on the head, you stinky pervert!]
After Song Yin's mouth regained the ability to speak, he could make a tiny expression.
Only very careful and cautious people, those who stare at him 24 hours a day, can see the slightest change.
Song Yin is very unhappy now.
How can a vegetable stay happy every day?
He lies in bed every day, with food and clothes provided for him, and everyone revolves around him. Even a big shot like Mu Qingliu has to take care of his diet and daily life.
He has had enough of such a life!
Song Yin thought angrily.
[I am determined to vent my anger today! ]
[╭(╯^╰)╮]
[I have been lying here motionless for almost the whole day, and this stinky pervert named Mu comes over to touch me and insert his tongue whenever he feels good. ]
[He has been in such a long time, and I don’t know where he has been! He must have gone to participate in a bloody plot, and left me to be tortured by the doctor for a whole day! ]
[I really don’t want to use that wake-up device or fascia gun anymore. It hurts and is numb. It is simply unbearable! 】
Song Yin's resentment would burst out every few days.
He didn't have this problem when he was in the Song family before. If you ask why he suddenly started to learn to be picky, it must be because the treatment of the Mu family was too good.
It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from frugality to luxury.
【▄︻┻┳═一……☆（>○<）】Headshot!
【He even forgot what he promised me! Mu Qingliu, this big idiot! 】
【o(￣ヘ￣o＃)】99+
A pure black dragon king title slowly gathered on Mu Qingliu's head.
Mu Qingliu has carefully observed that there are three types of Dragon King titles that Song Yin can currently summon: the pink Dragon King full of admiration, the green Dragon King who is curious and gossipy, and the honorary Dragon King is golden.
And there is the complaining Dragon King above his head now.
Full of disgust and oppression.
Oh.
Mu Qingliu finally found the reason why someone is angry.
So that's it.
Song Yin clearly felt the bed that was pressed down beside him, and it creaked and returned to its original shape, followed by the sound of someone leaving.
Alas.
[What can a mere vegetable expect? ]
Just when his negative emotions were like rolling dark clouds.
Mu Qingliu turned back again, and it seemed that he was holding a cashmere coat in his hand. He wrapped Song Yin in the coat and held him horizontally.
[Ah, the villain saw me mumbling and wanted to settle accounts with me, right?! ]
Mu Qingliu said, "I promised you before that I would take you out for a walk, but I suddenly remembered it. Sorry."
[......]
[......]
[╰(*°▽°*)╯]
[(#^.^#)]
[Actually, my husband is quite good, but he is also busy with his career. He can't always be around me, right? ]
Mu Qingliu was so moved by the husband that a certain place in the deepest part of his heart throbbed. It
felt strange and unfamiliar.
Mu Qingliu was about to go out with Song Yin, and the expert who was taking care of Song Yin's condition immediately stopped him.
"Mr. Mu, you took Mr. Song to the beach last time. Fortunately, Mr. Song's body was well recovered and no accidents or colds occurred."
"Mr. Song can't go out all the time. He is a patient. The weather is still cold now. If you take him out frequently, it may affect the patient's recovery. Please think twice before you act."
Mu Qingliu's fingers tightened slightly. In fact, he did not really forget the agreement with Song Yin. From a certain point of view in his heart, Song Yin must not catch a cold or fever now.
According to the guidelines for the care of vegetative patients, it is indeed necessary to pay attention to the special conditions of patients.
[o(一︿一+)o~~怨气~~]
[Forget it, forget it, I am too reckless. I'd better not go out. ]
Rather than saying that Mu Qingliu is the head of this family, it is better to say that doctors are the gods who control the gates of life and death in front of everyone.
No matter how powerful you are, when you are about to die, you must listen to the doctor.
[Forget it, forget it, I am so sad~]
Song Yin honestly stuck out his tongue, opened his mouth and made lip movements with difficulty.
Forget it.
Mu Qingliu changed the way he held him, and spent more time meditating than usual.
He talked to the doctor in an equal manner, "You know that my wife is an independent individual with consciousness, right?"
Every day, every night.
All the time.
Song Yin's inner activity is so obvious.
The doctor was a little surprised, not knowing how Mr. Mu would attack next.
Mu Qingliu just said seriously, "Song Yin is not a vegetable. Even though his body cannot move, in my eyes, I have never treated him as a real vegetable."
"I want to take my wife out for a walk, and I have also studied nursing knowledge seriously. I didn't give him a cold last time, and I won't do it this time."
"Can you approve it a little bit?"
Seeing that the employer discussed this matter in such an earnest tone, the doctor was reluctant or not.
The main thing was that Song Yin was too exaggerated.
[Long live my husband! ! ]
[Long live my husband! ! ]
[Long live my husband! ! ]99+
The dark complaining dragon king on Mu Qingliu's head was knocked away by the newly emerged pink dragon king.
The pink dragon king opened its bloody mouth and spit out small peach hearts in all directions.
Imagine that the dragon kings on the head of the dignified President Mu are replaced one after another, and he is like a fool, spitting hearts all over his head.
However.
Mu Qingliu thought that as long as it was not something green on his head, he would like it very much.
Song Yin was even happier.
His current life trajectory has no expectations, it is dark and painful.
The only thing he can hope for is that someone can take him out for a ride.
[Long live my husband! 】
【o(*￣3￣)o】99+
Mu Qingliu carefully put the person into the back seat, feeling a little sorry for the little peach hearts that were spraying all over his head, and then held Song Yin in the passenger seat and patiently fastened his seat belt for him .
Song Yin's body was still a little stiff, and Mu Qingliu did not dare to move too much, for fear that his wife's waist would be accidentally injured before it was used.
So the two bodies were very close, and Mu Qingliu's chest almost pressed against Song Yin's, and even their breathing became entangled with each other.
【o(*￣3￣)o】99+
Mu Qingliu's eyes were full of peach hearts, including bubbles of kisses that hit his face, making people dizzy and excited for a while.
Does he want a kiss?
Mu Qingliu's nose tip slowly approached.
Sometimes, Mu Qingliu also questioned himself, whether he had misunderstood Song Yin's existence and treated him as a big porcelain doll.
No.
Porcelain dolls are not as cute as his wife.
Mu Qingliu straightened Song Yin's slightly tilted chin.
What does it feel like to kiss?
Mu Qingliu has never felt that a person like him who has no desires and no demands would actually have the desire to kiss one day.
His breath suddenly became a little hotter.
Mu Qingliu's lips slightly touched Song Yin's lip beads.
Song Yin didn't feel that this was the moment when their lips touched.
He spoke softly, with difficulty and stuttering.
"Thank..."
"Thank you."