Young Master Bo, your wife is going to heaven

"!!!"

Mama Zhang, you are cheating.

Sheng Nuan was roaring in his heart, he fell into the wolf's pit full of red fruits.

Must go quickly.

She got up in a hurry, but she didn't know why, but her foot was very disappointing at this moment, it twisted with a bang, and when it went limp, she fell into his arms again in such a solid way.

One time might be a coincidence, how would she explain these two times?

You can tell by the look in the young master's eyes, he is clearly saying——do you have anything else to say?

"..."

"So where do we start?"

"What, what?"

Bao Siyan opened the first page of the book in front of her: "There is a specific process on it, what do you want to do first?"

?

What other tutorials are there in the little yellow book?
She couldn't help but glanced at it, and then she was shocked, Mama Zhang, where did you go to collect these messy things?
It's still an anime version, what's the first step is to kiss and hug and hold high, the second step is to put it on the sofa to be ambiguous later, the third step...

"Want to see what's behind?"

He turned directly to the end, and a restricted-rated picture suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

"!!!"

Mama Zhang!

I am going to kill you!

"give me back!"

She was about to step forward fiercely.

Rub it.

The door opened.

Fang Yingying saw this scene as soon as she opened the door, her eyes widened: "You... I'm sorry, Master and Madam, I'm going out right now, you guys go on, go on." The last sentence was ambiguous. .

Sheng Nuan twitched wildly.

"no……"

She struggled to get up from his arms: "Well, it's all a misunderstanding."

Bao Siyan looked at her indifferently: "So it's all a misunderstanding that you threw yourself into my arms twice in a row, touched my body a few times, and still carried such a confusing book?"

Sheng Nuan was dripping with sweat: "Well, it's really not what you think."

She coughed, managed to calm herself down, and asked, "Why did Fang Yingying come here just now?"

"She's yours now. Aunt Mei arranged for her to come here and serve tea and water on weekdays."

Serving tea and water?

This guy is paralyzed at every turn, where does he need to drink water?

It was nothing more than taking care of Fang Yingying because she belonged to her.

She touched her nose and said, "Thank you."

Bao Siyan smiled but said, "If you really want to thank me, you know."

"..."

wipe.

A paralyzed person wakes up and doesn't give thanks for life, what's the use of driving?
"You, you are not in good health now, don't keep thinking about these things." Sheng Nuan had a serious face.

Bao Siyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and stretched out his hand to easily bring her into his arms.

He was so close that he could smell the faint fragrance of his body, so dizzy that it could make her drunk.

The two looked at each other.

Those dark eyes stared at her like the deep sea.

Little by little, she was about to be brought into a huge vortex, and her heart beat faster involuntarily.

"Remember, in the future, no matter what, you can't say that a man is not healthy."

"what?"

Bao Siyan narrowed his eyes: "It's easy to get into trouble."

Sheng Nuan's face flushed red.

She nodded like a pounding garlic, and then fled away.

When she went out, she patted her heart.

Plop, plop, almost jumping to the mouth of the throat.

"Ouch."

Fang Yingying suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, which made Sheng Nuan's heart skip a beat after finally calming down.

"You scared me to death."

Fang Yingying stretched her neck and let out a sigh, as if she was a little disappointed: "Why did you come out so early?"

?

What does this mean?
"Could it be that the young master is San Second Lang?"

puff.

She almost spit out a mouthful of water: "What nonsense are you talking about?" She hurriedly covered Fang Yingying's mouth and pulled her aside.

The guy who said it was no good just now is already like this, if he knows that they are talking about him behind his back for three seconds, then it's okay?
It must be pulled in, ahem, an indescribable thing.

"It's not what you think," she explained.

Fang Yingying snorted and gave an ambiguous expression: "I understand."

"No!" Seeing her expression, it was a misunderstanding, Sheng Nuan and your ass hurt.

Fang Yingying patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I will keep it secret. Besides, you are both husband and wife. Isn't this normal? It's just that the time is a little short, and you will suffer in the future. But it doesn't matter, my hometown There is a recipe over there, you can let the young master eat it, and you can immediately turn from three seconds into a three-hour excellent goalkeeper."

"!!!"

But shut up you!
Sheng Nuan hurriedly covered her mouth, wishing she could be dragged into the grass to deal with it.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Fang Yingying smiled and nodded: "I know, I know, this is a secret."

"..."

Sheng Nuan was powerless.

"To be serious with you, your show will have a launch ceremony tomorrow, you understand? It's a picture that you often see on the Internet. Why do you set up a big stove in front of the crew, burn incense and worship Buddha together, and pray that this show can be successful?" It's booming."

Fang Yingying nodded: "I understand, I just wonder why such a great director as Director Yuan believes in this?"

"Then you still believe in your family's strange folk remedies." Sheng Nuan replied.

Fang Yingying was not convinced: "Don't really not believe it, it is really effective, hey, let's not talk about it, I will find it for you to try it another day and you will know."

Sheng Nuan was about to refuse, when Fang Yingying's phone rang.

As soon as she picked it up, she nodded and bowed bitterly: "Yes, yes, I will definitely update today."

"What is it?"

"It's okay, my editor urged me to update it today."

"Editor? Are you still writing novels?" Sheng Nuan became interested.

Fang Yingying nodded: "That's right, life is stressful, so if you have nothing to do, just gossip on the Internet and earn some pocket money."

"..."

This is the first time I heard someone describe writing a novel like this.

Isn't it for the pursuit of blah blah for art?

"Relieve stress?"

"Yeah, it's very effective. Anyway, you are in charge of the novel you write, so you can do whatever you want."

Sheng Nuan's little heart skipped a beat.

Speaking of which, I have been a little stressed recently.

She rolled her eyes, why don't she take action herself.

Just doing what she said, she registered an account that night, and wrote a story about a queen empress x a beautiful tsundere masked guard.

It probably originated from life, she brushed it up, and soon developed Chapter 1, which was published on the Internet.

It was titled "The Tsundere Bodyguard Falls in Love with Me".