Chapter 185 Return to Yang

It started to rain again at noon. The rain in autumn and winter is not like the dark clouds in summer. It is just continuous rain with drizzle caught in the wind. It is more like a moist wind than rain.

But you will still get wet if you don’t bring an umbrella.

Wanwan went to collect her clothes. The weather was perfect for taking a nap. Feng Wuli was watching the show in the living room and projected it onto the LCD screen in the living room. Ye Ji lay on his lap, with all four paws tucked into her stomach, squinting her eyes and sleeping.

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The body temperature of a cat is higher than that of a human. Ye Ji was pressed on his lap, and her belly was hot. She looks like a Norwegian forest cat, a long-haired cat, and looks very fierce, so she is always cold even in human form.

The hair on the face, neck and tail are particularly elegant, making it look less like a domestic cat and more like a hunter hiding in the forest.

Feng Wuli had not forgotten that the experts from the two companies chased her for a long time but failed to catch up. Feng Wuli did not believe that she really could not beat that vicious pug in the old street.

Every time I come back to him to act coquettishly, this cat is very green tea.

After Wanwan collected her clothes, she went back to her room to do her homework.

The little zombie rushed back in the rain, all wet and greasy. He took off his shoes in the shoe cabinet and walked over wearing Feng Wuli's black and white slippers with Nike logo. Her feet were much smaller than Feng Wuli's.

It's a long way off, like a child sneaking into an adult's shoes.

"What did you and your mother say today?" She came over nervously and asked.

Yeji was woken up, glanced at her, lay down and continued sleeping, changing to a more comfortable position.

"Don't always wear my shoes."

"Don't change the subject."

"There was nothing to talk about. She just asked me how I was doing and asked me to go to her place to play when I had time."

"Didn't you talk about me?" She came over and asked.

Feng Wuli stretched out his hand to wipe the water droplets from her face: "Go and change your clothes quickly and wipe your face, it's wet."

Wang Xilou looked at him reluctantly.

"What are you talking about?"

Wang Xilou's expression was innocent, "I'm such an old person, living with you and taking care of your daily life, but your mother didn't mention me?"

"She praised you for being beautiful, hardworking, and good at cooking. You are a good woman and suitable to take home as your wife."

"real?"

"Fake."

Feng Wuli found it funny. Until just now, he had acted like I was already a big wife, but in the end, he still fell into the stereotype of caring about this and that.

"She and I really didn't talk much about you. She didn't dare to make irresponsible remarks about the people and things around me, but she praised you for being beautiful and hard-working, which is true."

Wang Xilou's expression was a bit unwilling. Maybe just now she had been imagining that the mother and son had been discussing her. She was nervous and looking forward to it, but it turned out that she was overthinking it.

"I think you should think about how you are going to bring out the non-existent Taoist Wang."

"..." Wang Xilou scratched his head.

How could she find a kingly leader? Wouldn't it be herself?

"No matter what, the boat will be straight when it reaches the mountain."

Feng Wuli glanced at her and was too lazy to complain about this little uncultured zombie.

She was soaked all over, so she went to take a hot bath. When she came out, it was steaming. She was wearing thickened and velvet winter pajamas. The fabric looked particularly soft.

She looked at her feet, which looked really petite when she stepped on his slippers. She could no longer imagine how he would look up at her and follow her behind.

She came out with the clothes she changed and went to the balcony to throw them into the washing machine. It was very foggy outside. She went back to the shower room to wash the underwear that the two of them had changed out of. After a while, she took the bucket to the balcony to dry.

I'm a little worried that it will be difficult to work this day.

Not long after, she began to clear away the items scattered on the floor.

As long as there are people living in the house, it will quickly become messy if no one cleans it.

After she left the living room, the sound of running water sounded again in the shower room, and then she was seen taking a mop and starting to mop the floor.

Feng Wuli watched her walking around the living room, and he felt intuitively that she was always blocking him from watching TV.

"Aren't you tired?" Feng Wuli couldn't help but ask.

"Ah?" She looked at him with her mop on her hands, her black hair shawl, and her face blank.

"Business comes and goes."

"What's so tiring about this?"

"..."

Feng Wuli was embarrassed to say it, as it made him look like a waste just sitting there waiting to die. Then he asked another question that looked like a waste:

"What's for dinner tonight?"

Wang Xilou thought for a while: "Let's eat cooked food. I went to the vegetable market late this morning. There is no food. Master will go to the roast duck stall at about five o'clock to buy half of a white-cut chicken."

After she finished speaking, she wanted to ask Feng Wuli for his opinion. If Feng Wuli had any opinions, he would just nod his head.

Wang Xilou is simply a model of a good wife and mother. When Feng Wuli looks at her busy figure, he will think that she has raised him up as both father and mother, and will marry him as his wife when he grows up.

No betrothal gifts, frugal housekeeping, good at housework, delicious cooking, and looks like a fairy.

If you look carefully, you will see that this is simply a science fiction movie!

He saved the galaxy in his previous life, right?

Noticing the gaze of his young apprentice, Wang Xilou looked at him doubtfully: "You are watching TV, why are you staring at Master all the time?"

"Shall I give you a shoulder squeeze?"

Wang Xilou looked wary, wondering what the black-hearted disciple had planned.

"Master has no money."

"...I didn't say I wanted to buy anything." Feng Wuli complained inwardly, and you may not have as much money as I do now.

"Then what are you doing?"

"My conscience is a little bit bad."

"Rare."

Feng Wuli felt a little uncomfortable.

After Wang Xilou finished his work, he sat on the sofa and circled his legs. Wang Xilou sat in front, with their chests touching their backs. She also put her feet on the sofa and hugged her calves.

Although she didn't know what his intention was, there was no meat that she could not chew. She was so happy when her little apprentice squeezed her shoulders.

"What cartoon is this?"

"It's not a cartoon, it's an animated movie."

"What anime movie?"

"The Shape of Sound tells the story of a group of young people who are involved in school bullying, redeem each other, and finally fall in love with each other."

"Campus bullying, isn't this you?"

"It's not my business?"

"Let's not talk about kindergarten. Have you ever fought with anyone in elementary and junior high school? How many times have you been to my school?"

"..."

Feng Wuli tried to increase his strength, pinching her painfully, but then realized that he couldn't break her defense.

The two of them sat on the sofa and watched together. Wang Xilou didn't understand many things, so he asked his apprentice, and Feng Wuli explained everything to her.

I don’t know if she understood clearly after hearing the explanation. Anyway, she just said that she understood, and then asked someone when she saw him whether he was a good person or a bad person.

"Is this woman a good person or a bad person?"

"This is my first time watching it, how do I know?"

"Then do you think he is a good person or a bad person now?"

"...see for yourself."

"Say it."

"I'm not a good person, nor a bad person. I have a bit of a bad personality, but I haven't made any serious mistakes. I just keep bullying the heroine, that mute girl, so I'm not lovable. I don't like her either. Maybe some people do."

He glanced at the balcony. It was foggy and drizzling outside, and the temperature was probably only six or seven degrees. It was clearly after three o'clock in the afternoon, but it was so cold that pedestrians shivered.

The sound insulation effect of Wuda seems to be very good, and it is very quiet outside.

With her chin resting on the little zombie's shoulder, and the scent of shower gel lingering in her nose, Wang Xilou's pajamas are not as soft and silky as the loose summer clothes, but are very thick. Holding them like this makes her feel like she has gained weight.

When he squinted, he could see the little zombie's face, which was focused on watching TV, with its nose wrinkled cutely. The only skin he could see when looking down was the feet stepping on the edge of the sofa.

Feng Wuli pinched it and found it was a bit cold.

Wang Xilou pulled his feet inward a little unnaturally. He felt a little embarrassed when his little apprentice grabbed his feet, but now this posture was equivalent to the whole body shrinking in his arms, and he couldn't move any further.
To be continued...