girl, you're wrong

Chapter 648 Miss Wang's Boudoir

After chatting with Wang Maohong, Cheng Jinyang confirmed that there was no problem with the gentry.

Loyal!
Everyone is eagerly waiting for me to take over!

Of course, if the position fails, I can only go to the north to join my mother.

Therefore, there will be absolutely no one in the gentry who is ignorant of current affairs and wants to block my progress.

After talking about business with my father-in-law, I then chatted about family affairs.

Wang Maohong chatted with his son-in-law, and recalled how cute Wang Wanrou was when she was a child, such as beating the teacher so much that she voluntarily refunded her salary and resigning, such as using her classmates in the ethnology school as servants, or making her brothers and sisters play around, etc. wait.

Wang Wanrou looked at Cheng Jinyang coldly with a dark face beside him, and the latter could only giggle hahaha.

After dinner, the two came to the bedroom where "it is said that Wang Wanrou lived from childhood to adulthood".

Unexpectedly, the decoration in the bedroom was simple and elegant, completely different from the frigid style Cheng Jinyang originally thought.

"What's so surprising?" Wang Wanrou asked coldly.

"I thought the wallpaper in your home would be a fan of girls." Cheng Jinyang said with a smile.

"Hmph." Wang Wanrou stopped talking.

"Why is it a hard bed?" Cheng Jinyang sat down on her bed and patted the mattress strangely, "Don't you like sleeping on a soft bed?"

"I'm used to it." Miss Wang said concisely.

"The quilt and sheets are also very simple." Cheng Jinyang looked around, "It's not like a girl's boudoir, but like a house where an ascetic monk lives... Don't you think it's too monotonous?"

"If I'm here, it will be luxuriant, why is it monotonous?" Wang Wanrou asked him back.

"It's true if you want to say that." Cheng Jinyang was speechless by her, so he hugged her and let her sit on his lap, "So it's true that you lost your temper when you were young?"

"I don't have real talent and learning, and I am ashamed to leave. Can you blame me?" Miss Wang struggled for a while, unable to break free from her husband's bear hug, and said coldly.

"What's the matter with using the students in the school as slaves?"

"A group of psychopaths offered to be my dog."

"That makes the brothers and sisters go around... Oh, I won't ask."

Cheng Jinyang thought of Wang Xinzhi's cautious expression when talking to her, and recalled Wang Jinglun and Wang Changshi's fearful expression when he called her "sister", and he roughly knew it in his heart.

Miss Wang, she must have been the Demon King at home when she was a child.

It wasn't until I was born that she had a natural enemy!Ha ha ha ha……

Cheng Jinyang was secretly complacent, when Wang Wanrou suddenly pushed his chest, and he lost his balance and fell backwards on the bed.

Between the quilt and the sheets, there is a faint, vague fragrance.

"Why?" he asked with wide eyes.

"Don't think that I have to marry you." Wang Wanrou said coldly, "On the contrary, you are lucky to be chosen by me! Understand?"

"Understood, I was lucky in my three lifetimes to have the frightening glimpse on the Zhaixing Tower, and finally fell into the eyes of Miss Wang." Cheng Jinyang smiled and pulled her, and then pulled his wife into his arms. "Thinking about it carefully, I probably have accumulated ten lifetimes of virtue, otherwise how could I have met such a perfect wife?"

"More than ten lifetimes?" Miss Wang snorted coldly, resting her head on his chest, "It's a hundred generations of virtue!"

"Yeah, a hundred generations of virtue." Cheng Jinyang hugged her soft body, and couldn't help but began to knead and knead again.

"Don't move." Wang Wanrou pushed him lazily, "Just lie down like this."

Cheng Jinyang thought for a moment, and then realized that putting Wang Wanrou in various poses on the bed that she was used to sleeping in since she was a child was really a matter of extreme disdain.

So he turned and hugged his wife, and buried his nose between her hair.

"Wanrou." After a while, Cheng Jinyang asked in a low voice, "Did you ever think about what kind of person you want to marry in the future?"

"No." Wang Wanrou arched into his arms and adjusted to a more comfortable position, "But... there are many people who will never marry."

"Like?"

"For example, it is certainly impossible to marry a dog."

Cheng Jinyang: ………………

According to Miss Wang's standards, most people are not worthy of being human.

To be more precise, based on my understanding of my wife, there should be four clear levels in her world, from high to low: husbands, ordinary people, dogs and garbage.

As for why the husband is the most senior, of course there is no need to question it.

Not the highest level, can I have a baby with her?

Holding Miss Wang in his arms, Cheng Jinyang felt a little sleepy, and slowly fell asleep.

After a while, Wang Wanrou turned around and looked at his face carefully.

Then stretched out his slender fingers, and gently lifted his nose up, turning it into the shape of a pig's nose.

"Trash, dogs, ordinary people." She said in a cheerful tone, "Then, there is a pet pig worthy of my training."

She lightly kissed her husband's lips, then put her arms around his neck, and continued to close her eyes and meditate.

In the dream, Cheng Jinyang flew up with the help of gravity, and flew around the ruins of Songjiang north of Lin'an.

It can be seen that there are a large number of puppets clustered in the streets and alleys, wandering around aimlessly, waiting for resurrection.

These puppets all died after attacking the defense line of the Shenwu Army outside the Songjiang ruins, and then appeared in the Songjiang ruins in the dream.

They must be driven out of Songjiang, and then killed... Otherwise, if they continue to brush in Songjiang, no matter how many bullets they shoot, it will be a waste.

Then he saw a figure standing on the high tower in front of him.

Hey, it's my wife.

When Cheng Jinyang flew to the top of the tower, he saw Murong Shu standing on the viewing corridor of the tower, overlooking the steel jungle below.

"Ashu, why are you here?" He greeted.

"Jinyang?" Murong Shu said in surprise, "I still want to ask you, why did you come in? It should be daytime outside now."

"I took a nap." Cheng Jinyang landed and hugged her intimately.

Murong Shu didn't resist either, just sighed and said:
"Next time, I will teach you a spell that allows you to freely enter and exit the dreamland. You should try to learn it."

"I come in every time I sleep, but I can't exit, how inconvenient."

"Hmm." Cheng Jinyang looked down, "What are you doing here?"

"Help you drive the puppets out of Songjiang." Murong Shu replied, "These puppets are ownerless, I have to put my mark on them first."

"Does this still need to be marked?"

"Of course, otherwise, if I and another god from all directions control a puppet at the same time, whose control will take effect?" Murong Shu waved his hands demonstratively, so the puppets below all turned to the north and started running. "As long as they are marked, these soulless walking dead will obey all my orders."

"Then where are you going to send them?"

"How about rushing to the north of the Yangtze River first?"

(End of this chapter)