A prostitute: a good wife provoked an evil husband

When Zisang walked into the study, she couldn't help gasping for air. Jin Yuanbao knelt upright on the ground, her blood-stained body motionless like a pillar.

The clothes on the back had been stabbed to pieces long ago, cut into strips and hung on the body, the rolled flesh inside was shocking, but this fat man didn't feel any pain at all, he knelt more vigorously than anyone else, but his thin The slit-like eyes are a little loose, and the hands hanging by the side are slightly trembling, revealing the master's weakness.

"Fatty man, are you out of your mind, or have you got a knot in your nerves?" This is what her girl used to curse when she was very angry, and Zi Sang learned it and used it on Jin Yuanbao.

Jin Yuanbao, who was extremely sleepy, immediately gathered the scattered light in Zhang Chang's eyes, and looked at Zisang brightly: "You...you are here?"

Although the tone was not as clear as in the past, there was a touch of surprise.

"I'll see if you're dead." Zisang's eye circles were already red, but her mouth was very stubborn.

"Not dead, are you disappointed?" Jin Yuanbao grinned, dimples looming on his lips.

"Of course I'm disappointed. A stupid person like you should die early. Don't waste the medicine." While talking, he shook his hand to touch the wound on Yuan Bao's arm that was stuck to his clothes. At that time, Yuan Bao snorted, and Zisang shook her hand, not daring to touch it, and asked nervously, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Yuan Bao's smile became even brighter: "It hurts at first, but once you touch it, it won't hurt anymore, just touch it." As he said, he shrugged deliberately at Zisang.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot, it hurts like this, doesn't it hurt? I've never seen someone as stupid as you." Zisang's tears finally couldn't be held back, and they slipped down quietly, dripping on the back of Jin Yuanbao's hand, As if he had been scalded, his body shook, his eyes were full of tenderness and affection; "Don't cry, it really doesn't hurt, I'm a fat man, my skin is dry and my flesh is thick, this kind of injury counts." Nothing."

"Get up, go back, and heal your wounds." Zisang said with a cold face.

"No, I did something wrong and should be punished." Jin Yuanbao twisted his neck and said in a sullen tone.

"Even if you are going to be punished, you should heal your injuries before punishing. Young Master Biao, you are not that unreasonable. Get up." Zisang persuaded her kindly.

"No, let's go. The military order is like a mountain, and I will never leave without authorization." Unexpectedly, Yuan Bao was also a stubborn person, and his tone became stiff.

"Okay, I don't care about you anymore, it's none of my business if you want to die yourself." Zisang also got angry, stomping her feet.

Turn around and run out.

Jin Yuanbao looked back eagerly, but didn't get up.

In fact, Zisang was just acting like she wanted him to submit, but Yuan Bao just looked at her, but didn't compromise, stomped his feet angrily, and cursed: "Go to hell." This time he really ran out.

Yuan Bao smiled helplessly, straightened his body, and knelt down again.

Not long after, the door was pushed open, Yuan Bao didn't even lift his eyelids, but he heard someone squatting beside him, a pair of slender hands tremblingly undoing the wind button for him, he couldn't help being stunned, opened his eyes, and saw Zisang .

"You..." Looking down and seeing a pot of hot water rising from the mist, Jin Yuanbao's eyes turned into crescent buds with a smile.

When Yuanrong entered, he saw Zisang bandaging Yuanbao.

He walked in calmly, took the handkerchief in Zisang's hand and said, "Go back, your girl is sad. I'm here."