Flash marriage rich sickly little milk dog, upgrade to fight monsters

As soon as he entered the house, Ye Binggang pushed Wen Nuan against the door and said, "Sister, call home and tell them you won't be going back tonight!"

Wen Nuan blushed, "My dad doesn't allow us to stay overnight."

"Just say you're going to stay at your best friend's house!" Ye Binggang's mouth curled up slightly.

Wen Nuan shook her head, "It's not good to lie! Besides, I'm not ready yet."

"What preparations do I need to make to stay overnight?" Ye Binggang knew what Wen Nuan meant and teased her on purpose.

Sure enough, Wen Nuan was embarrassed to say it.

Ye Binggang kissed her lips very gently, "Sister, are you sure you are five years older than me? Why do I feel like you are more innocent than a junior high school student?"

Feeling that Ye Binggang's attack was becoming more and more fierce, Wen Nuan knew that she didn't mind, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart: It's over, it's over, there's no way I can escape from the clutches of this little wolfdog.

Finally, I heard Ye Binggang say again: "Sister, please call home!"

"I don't have a change of clothes."

Ye Binggang took her hand and walked inside, opened a door, and turned on the light. "This is your cloakroom. There are clothes, shoes and hats I prepared for you."

Looking at this dressing room which is almost as big as my gentle bedroom, I feel warm and dreamy.

Ye Binggang gently pushed her forward and said, "Take a look. Do you like it? We haven't prepared winter clothes yet. We'll prepare them when the time comes."

"How much will this cost?" Looking at the two rows of clothes and one row of shoes and bags, Wen Nuan sighed from the bottom of her heart.

Ye Binggang smiled, "Sister, shouldn't your first reaction be whether you like it or not?"

"Of course I like it! But I feel more sorry for the money!"

"Women dress up to please themselves! Sister, don't think this is a waste. This is your investment to charm me." Ye Binggang gently bit her warm ear, "Sister, call me!"

Itchy! Wen Nuan tilted her head, "Do I have to fight?"

"Yes! Tomorrow morning, we will go to the hospital to see grandma first, and then go buy a car. If you go back to live there, it will take a long time to go back and forth." Ye Binggang explained in a soft voice.

Finally unable to persuade him, Wen Nuan still called, but she called Lu Cai, "Auntie, I'm not going home tonight. I'm staying at Zi Yi's house. Her husband is on the night shift today."

"Oh well!"

Wen Nuan called Yang Ziyi again, but no one answered. She called Li Mingjuan again, but still no one answered. "That's weird! Why isn't she answering the phone?"

Looking at the text message about the deduction he just received, Ye Binggang smiled: Judging from the amount of consumption tonight, those two beauties were probably drunk.

After taking a shower and putting on the nightgown that Ye Bing had just prepared, Wen Nuan was too embarrassed to go out.

Is this considered clothing? Not only is it as thin as a cicada's wing, but it also shows everything that can be exposed! Wen Nuan had never seen such a nightgown in her life, and she couldn't help but curse Ye Binggang in her heart: This little rascal!

"Sister!" Ye Binggang's voice came from outside the door, "Are you done?"

Wen Nuan hurriedly turned on the hair dryer, "Okay, okay! Let me blow dry my hair!"

After a while, Ye Binggang saw the bathroom door open, and then saw Wen Nuan running out quickly and getting into the quilt in the blink of an eye.

Ye Binggang was stunned, then he burst into laughter, and finally laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.

"Is it so ridiculous?" Wen Nuan only showed her head. "It's all your fault. What kind of nightgown did you buy? Is that for people to wear?"

Ye Binggang finally understood the reason behind Wen Nuan's strange behavior and looked at her, "Sister, this is the fun between husband and wife!"

"Who told you..." Wen Nuan looked at Ye Binggang's eyes, and then thought about their marriage certificate. She could only sigh, "You are so young, and you still understand everything!"

Ye Binggang turned over and pressed Wen Nuan under him, "Making your wife happy is a compulsory course for a husband." Then he kissed her gently.

He felt warm and nervous, his body was tense, and his heart was a little excited. So he kissed her more gently, caressed her, and let her relax first.

Wen Nuan was a slightly plump girl, and her fleshy touch made Ye Binggang feel particularly comfortable. Her skin was very smooth, and it felt like brushing against satin.

This feeling is very addictive.

"Sister, you are so nice!" Ye Binggang sighed from the bottom of his heart.

She felt warm, shy, and nervous, as well as a little expectant and excited, but she couldn't show it, so her face turned red and her body temperature rose.

Finally, under the guidance of a 23-year-old boy, a 28-year-old girl somewhat clumsily completed the first most intimate contact in each other's lives.

Afterwards, Wen Nuan buried her face in the soft pillow and didn't dare to look at Ye Binggang at all.

After coming back from the shower, Ye Binggang found that she was still in the same position, so he pulled her up to breathe, "Don't hold it in!"

Wen Nuan's face wasn't as red anymore, but she was still embarrassed, so she buried her face in his arms again.

Patting her head lovingly, Ye Binggang said softly, "Wife, you've worked hard! Thank you!"

When she woke up the next day, Wen Nuan found that it was already ten o'clock. She sat up suddenly, feeling a sore waist and back. The embarrassing scenes from last night came to her mind again, and she couldn't help but blush and her heart beat fast for a while.

After changing clothes and walking out of the bedroom, Wen Nuan smelled the aroma of soy milk, but did not see Ye Binggang.

She slowly walked towards the study, gently pushed open the door, and found Ye Binggang was on the phone, using some professional terms that she didn't understand.

Seeing her, Ye Binggang smiled at her, then pointed at the phone, and Wen Nuan closed the door and left.

After washing up and having breakfast, Wen Nuan washed the dishes, cleaned up, and waited for Ye Binggang to finish work.

Ye Binggang came over and hugged her from behind, and spoke to her in a soft voice, "Sister, did I marry a snail girl? She is so hardworking!"

Wen Nuan couldn't help but laugh, thinking: This guy has changed from a little wolf to a little puppy again. "Shall we go see grandma now?"

"Okay! The timing is just right!"

Wen Nuan asked him, "What should we buy for grandma?"

"Grandma is in the hospital and doesn't need anything. Her diet strictly follows the doctor's instructions." Sadness flashed across Ye Binggang's eyes.

Wen Nuan said, "Then we can buy a bunch of flowers for grandma, right?"

"Why not leave some photos of us for grandma?" Ye Binggang suggested, "Let's take some photos, print them out and bring them to grandma."

It was already noon when we came out of the hospital, and Wen Nuan was feeling very depressed.

It turned out that Ye Binggang's grandmother could no longer take care of herself, but she was very conscious. In Wen Nuan's opinion, this was the greatest cruelty of fate to a person.

"Why don't you stay at home to take care of her?" Wen Nuan couldn't help but ask.

Ye Binggang sighed, "I have too much schoolwork and not enough time. Besides, if there is any danger, the hospital will be quicker than home."

Although she is not a medical student, Wen Nuan knows that taking care of a disabled elderly person is indeed troublesome, such as suctioning phlegm and changing diapers every day.

“I can only try to take care of it.”