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Nan Wangshu's eyes widened and he looked shocked: "Boss, did you see everything just now?"

"En," Wen Buqi breathed heavily, and the air expelled from his mouth and nose was warm.

Nan Wangshu stared at his stormy face, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said quietly, "He said there was something in my hair, so he took it off for me. What's wrong, the boss is jealous?"

"Heh," Wen Buqi sneered, "Jealous? I wish I could eat you!"

"That can't be done," Nan Wangshu got out from between his arms to pick up the medicine he threw on the ground: "Whoever eats me will treat your injury..."

Before the words were finished, a strong wind suddenly came from behind him, Wen Buqi grabbed Nan Wangshu's hand, pulled him up and hugged him tightly, and fell on the bed: "I don't want to treat the wound."

Nan Wangshu refused sharply: "No! What do you want without treating the wound?"

"I want you." Wen Buqi felt hot all over his body, as if he had a fever, rubbed the tip of his nose against Nan Wangshu's nose and said ambiguously, "I want you Xiaoshu, my injury will heal itself."

Nan Wangshu's heart skipped a beat, he finally sensed something was wrong, and his heart throbbed like a fire: "Boss, you..."

"I'm really jealous, I'm so jealous that I wish I could cut off the hand of that man who touched your hair!" Wen Buqi's voice trembled with ferocious cruelty: "But I know I can't, if I do that little boy The book will be afraid of me. But I can't control it, the little book can only be mine alone, and no one can touch it!"

"Boss," Nan Wangshu raised his hand to caress Wen Buqi's hot cheek, "I must belong to you alone, but do you have a little fever now?"

Nan Wangshu didn't know that this was clearly an act of concern, but in Wen Buqi's eyes it was like a strong dose of medicine that drove him crazy. He waved his hand and set up a barrier in the room, staring at Nan Wangshu's The eyes seem to be able to shoot fire: "I don't have a fever, I just want you."

After speaking, he kissed Nan Wangshu's slightly parted lips fiercely.

…………… A lot of words (bushi) are omitted here (bad laugh bad laugh bad laugh.)
At eleven o'clock in the morning of the next day, the room with the curtains closed was dark and quiet, the barrier was still in place, and the noise of people on the street outside the window could not penetrate at all.

The whole room could only hear the shallow and long breathing of the two people on the bed.

Nan Wangshu was wearing Wen Buqi's loose robe, and the collar slipped off at this moment, and the traces of clouds and rain from his neck to his shoulders were clearly visible.

Wen Buqi didn't know when he woke up, his eyes were staring at that shoulder without blinking for a moment, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth for a while.

He hugged Nan Wangshu, who was still sound asleep, into his arms, resting his head on the top of her messy hair, closing his eyes, his mind was filled with the upside-down and chaotic images of last night.

How crazy, he thought.

Maybe he was crazy hundreds of years ago, and it is only now that he has the opportunity to make this madness.

"Um……"

The person in his arms moved suddenly, Wen Buqi opened his eyes and looked down at Nan Wangshu's eyelashes trembling slightly before waking up slowly. When his sight touched his bare chest covered with marks, he paused like a machine.

"..."

After a strange silence, Nan Wangshu slowly raised his head to meet the amber pupils with a half-smile, and those crazy scenes from last night flashed in front of her eyes like a movie. In just a blink of an eye, her neck and face It turned red.

"What's wrong?" Wen Buqi asked knowingly, "Why is your face so red all of a sudden?"

Nan Wangshu didn't answer, but hurriedly lowered his gaze and raised his hand to caress the criss-crossing scars on his chest, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you have so many scars here?"

Hearing this, Wen Buqi's expression darkened, he sighed lightly, reached out and grabbed Nan Wangshu's hand, put it on his waist and hugged him tightly: "It doesn't matter what was left when you were young. Wake up Is it? Are you still tired?"

"Yeah." Nan Wangshu replied sullenly: "The Bi Cang Lingzhu has also been found, can we go back to the underworld?"

"Yes," Wen Buqi kissed her on the forehead, "I can go back after getting up and having a meal."

"Okay," Nan Wangshu nodded, "Then I'll lie down for a while."

At one o'clock in the afternoon, when Xue Wuyou, who was reincarnated as a starving ghost, called for the 25th call, Nan Wangshu struggled to get out of bed.Due to unspeakable reasons, her body was already on the verge of falling apart, and she didn't even have the strength to move, so the culprit, Wen Buqi, changed her clothes very intimately and consciously, and then carried her to wash up.

At the dining table of Master Chen’s Douhua Rice Restaurant, while waiting for the dishes, Xue Wuyou and Shen Huai stared at the obvious tear at the corner of Nan Wangshu’s lips for a long while, and then looked at the same tear at the corner of Wen Buqi’s mouth. The mouth, the eyes are getting more perverted.

"Cough cough cough...Little book," Xue Wuyou touched her chin and said desperately, "Why is your mouth broken? Did you get angry?"

"Ah...?" Nan Wangshu was taken aback when he heard the words, then raised his hand to touch his lips, subconsciously glanced at Wen Buqi, and stammered unnaturally: "Ah, but, maybe it is. "

"Oh~" Shen Huai raised his eyebrows angrily: "That's a coincidence, the boss's lips seem to be on fire, and a piece is broken just like yours..."

Before he could finish the word "Hey", Wen Buqi suddenly rolled his eyes and stopped him: "Do you also want to see a five yuan on next month's salary slip?"

"I don't want it." Upon hearing the salary slip warning, Shen Huai immediately suppressed his playful smile, and sincerely bowed to Wen Buqi with his palms together: "My lord, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't be gossiping."

Xue Wuyou followed closely: "My lord, I was wrong too. Do you have a lot of money, my lord, to repay me the wages that were deducted from me last month?"

Wen Buqi raised the corners of his mouth coldly: "What do you think?"

Xue Wuyou chuckled: "I can't."

After lunch, a few people went back to the hotel to pack up their things briefly, went to the front desk to find Wang Jingxuan to check out, and then got into the car and rushed to the gate of the underworld.

"boss."

In the car, Nan Wangshu took advantage of the interval between Xue Wuyou and Shen Huai scolding each other in the front seat, leaning close to Wen Buwei's ear and whispering softly.

Wen Buqi didn't understand, so he lowered his head: "Huh? What's wrong?"

Nan Wangshu stared at the uncontrollable pride at the corner of his mouth and asked, "Are you still jealous?"

Wen Buqi pretended to be plain: "No."

"No? Why did you keep putting your hand on my shoulder when you were waiting to check out, showing Wang Jingxuan those things on my neck intentionally or unintentionally?"

"Is there?" Wen Buqi still had a strong expression on his face.

"No?" Nan Wangshu squinted his eyes and asked back.

"Maybe, it's the ghost of that possessive thing, I don't know very well."

"Hmph." Nan Wangshu stretched out his hand and squeezed Wen Buwei's handsome face: "When the sky falls, your mouth will hold it against."