Overlord Husband Secretly Reborn

Jiang Wenluo had never seen such an expression on Liang Yaowen's face.

He is always very calm and handles things with ease.When he was in love with Jiang Wenluo, Liang Yaowen would always tolerate his annoying, often sensitive and restless emotions - he was simply a perfect boyfriend.

Now Liang Yaowen looked a little shy, he sat up, rubbed his curly hair, his face was very red.Like a big boy who doesn't know much about the world.

"Ah, hello..." Liang Yaowen said with a smile, his eyes bright.

"Hello." Jiang Wenluo pursed her lips in response.

At this time, Jiang Wenluo couldn't help admiring Liang Yaowen in his heart.

...He thinks this octopus is really incredible. When he was a human being, he could be a good and domineering president. Now that he is acting, he can be a movie king. It seems that if he chose to enter the entertainment industry before, he would be able to be a fan A good hand for thousands of girls.

——Whatever you do, you will succeed in whatever you do, which is really amazing!

"Accidentally fell asleep." Liang Yaowen touched his face embarrassingly, and kept smirking at Jiang Wenluo, "It's actually raining."

Jiang Wenluo was amused by him and burst out laughing. He lowered his eyes to look at Liang Yaowen's painting utensils, thought for a while and said, "You are drawing."

Under a black umbrella, the two people's eyes met.

In Jiang Wenluo's eyes, there were fine reflections of rain.His hair was a little loose, hanging next to his forehead, and his skin was exposed between the gaps.His back looks thin, and he holds an umbrella with one hand, the scars on his face have disappeared without a trace, his eyes are clean, and he is as flawless as a child of the gods.

He was wearing a white shirt, and now he looked indistinguishable and extremely beautiful.

Liang Yaowen looked up at him and was stunned.

Seeing his silly look, Jiang Wenluo couldn't help but smile again.

"Why." He said softly, "Look at me like that."

"Am I pretty?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" Liang Yaowen stuttered a little, he quickly squatted down, gathered up the scattered drawing tools with both hands, and looked at the white as new drawing paper, he paused for a moment, as if trying to muster up his courage.

"Excuse me, can I...can I draw a picture for you?" Liang Yaowen looked very embarrassed.

"That won't work, I'm very hungry," Jiang Wenluo said deliberately, looking at Liang Yaowen's face, "I'm going to eat."

He took a nasty step back and let Liang Yaowen douse in the light rain, his hair was soon drenched, like a big abandoned dog.

"Then..." Liang Yaowen stood up, lowered his head, not daring to look at Jiang Wenluo, "I have this honor, would you like to have a meal?"

"That depends on your performance." Jiang Wenluo immediately said slyly, with one hand behind his back, raised his face and raised his eyebrows at Liang Yaowen, "I just met you, I can't go with you easily, you lie to me, eat me up What should I do if I fall?"

Liang Yaowen immediately withstood a great test. He looked at Jiang Wenluo and was speechless, his face was as red as if he was being roasted by fire, he was cramped and young, and his heart was beating when he was molested/teasing.

The man stood under the pear tree with slender legs. Looking at Jiang Wenluo's face, he finally realized it. He turned around and picked a small pear blossom, put it in his palm, and waited persistently for Jiang Wenluo's response.

"Then you wait for me, when we get to know each other better, I'll draw for you." Liang Yaowen said, "Please accept a deposit first."

Jiang Wenluo reluctantly looked at the flower, and finally readily agreed.

——Sharing an umbrella with Liang Yaowen, it feels good to walk in the rain.

The bluestone road was uneven, and the cool raindrops wet the skin of Jiang Wenluo's left hand. He could hear the sound of birds flying away not far away. Liang Yaowen's body smelled like a tranquilizer, which also made him feel relaxed.

Jiang Wenluo secretly looked at Liang Yaowen's fingertips, and suddenly thought: Then follow his will and start over with "Bai Liang Yaowen".

Walking from the desolate park to the bustling neighborhood, Jiang Wenluo looked around, casually ordered a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant, and said reservedly to Liang Yaowen, "I'm going to eat that, do you want to invite me?"

Pedestrians on the road looked sideways at Jiang Wenluo's face and his curled hair, but they didn't realize it.

"My honor." Liang Yaowen said.

Sitting in the restaurant, Jiang Wenluo flipped through the menu, leaned on his chin and said to Liang Yaowen, "I don't know yet, what's your name?"

"Zheng Li." Liang Yaowen had two small dimples on his face.

This restaurant tastes good. The skin of the shrimp dumplings is very thin, with a strong fresh fragrance and a little sweetness, which melted on the tip of Jiang Wenluo's tongue. He lowered his head with chopsticks and tied his hair behind his ears. Take a bite.

"What about you?"

"Cheng Yun."

After eating a meal for a long time, Liang Yaowen always stared at him with admiration and fascination in his eyes.

When it was time to check out and pay, Jiang Wenluo stood beside Liang Yaowen holding an umbrella. From the corner of his eye, he saw Liang Yaowen take out his wallet, and then his arm was poked.

"What should I do?" Liang Yaowen said in panic, "I didn't bring enough money, do you have any?"

Jiang Wenluo, "?!"

He looked at Liang Yaowen who seemed to have done something wrong in disbelief, "You—"

The cashier was already a little impatient, these two people were simply candidates for the overlord's meal, and she raised her hand to find the security guard.Jiang Wenluo's face flushed red all of a sudden, and he frantically searched for his pockets, and together with Liang Yaowen, they put together a gap of 50 yuan.

Jiang Wenluo's mind suddenly flashed a lot of content about Hong Kong movies - a big man in black came out, beat them both up, forced them to wash the dishes here and pay back the money, interest rates, interest rates, never quite clear--

"Then... let's run then?" Jiang Wenluo asked blankly.

But Liang Yaowen suddenly laughed, the trick had succeeded, he proudly took out a card from the other pocket, and waved it in front of Jiang Wenluo, "You must have been tricked!"

Jiang Wenluo, "..."

Liang Yaowen was still laughing all the way out the door, he couldn't even straighten up, his hands were holding on to the railing, his eyes were slightly bent.

He said seriously, "You are really cute."

Jiang Wenluo was a little angry, turned his head aside and walked forward on his own, but Liang Yaowen grabbed his wrist and dragged him back.

On the rainy street, the two of them chattered like they were in a TV show. Jiang Wenluo couldn't hold back after a while, and gently pushed Liang Yaowen's shoulder, but his right hand was immediately clamped.

"Are you annoying? Don't you know that I'm easy to deceive?"

Jiang Wenluo was so close to him that he could kiss Liang Yaowen's lips when he raised his face.

Liang Yaowen smirked and wanted to say something, but his words stopped suddenly, and his expression became ugly.

"How did this happen?" He frowned, looking at Jiang Wenluo's exposed wrist.

——There are obvious bruises on it.

Jiang Wenluo gave him a puzzled look, but didn't realize the meaning of this sentence for a while.

"Last night." He said subconsciously.

Liang Yaowen looked at him worriedly, obviously ignorant of what happened before.

"I bumped into it last night." Jiang Wenluo thought about Chengyun's reaction after meeting Bai Zhengli.

"Why are you so careless?" Liang Yaowen looked at him worriedly, "Is there anything else that was touched?"

Jiang Wenluo shook his head, Liang Yaowen continued: "Go to my house, I'll get you some medicine."

As if thinking of the ambiguity of this sentence, Liang Yaowen hastily added: "I don't mean anything else, don't worry, I'm really a good person! I don't want to do anything else."

——Liang Yaowen lives in that art gallery.

After a meal, the rain had already stopped, but Liang Yaowen was still depressed. When he looked at Jiang Wenluo, he frowned deeply.

The location of the art museum is very difficult to find. It is at the end of an extremely narrow alley, inside an old wooden door. Some fallen leaves have accumulated on the road, and it seems that no one has visited for a long time.Jiang Wenluo was led in by Liang Yaowen, but he only saw the painting of "Bai Zhengli" hanging in the bright hall.

It was as quiet as a fairy tale world.

"It's so powerful." Jiang Wenluo said deliberately, "You still have an art gallery."

"Open it casually, my paintings are not very easy to sell, and I don't make money." Liang Yaowen shyly brushed his hair back with his hands, revealing his smooth forehead.

Now the inner room here is just an ordinary bedroom.

The light flowing from the glazed window covers a single bed, making the room look very warm. There are several handicrafts and photos of Liang Yaowen on the shelf next to it.

Jiang Wenluo sat on the sofa well-behaved, watching Liang Yaowen bustling around, and walked up to him with a medicine box.

At this time, Jiang Wenluo had already taken off his shoes, stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, and with his injured hand hanging down, he was waiting for Liang Yaowen to come and take care of him.

Liang Yaowen knelt down on one knee, carefully and nervously unbuttoned Jiang Wenluo's cufflinks, exposing the wrist of the person in front of him.

Facing the bruise, Liang Yaowen gently asked: "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Wenluo's heart suddenly softened.

He stretched his feet, his toes touched Liang Yaowen's cold ankle, and he stepped on his calf like a child.

Regardless of whether it was self-indulgent or not, or whether Liang Yaowen followed the process of "Bai Zhengli" character that he had set, Jiang Wenluo still took this sentence as Liang Yaowen's love for him.

"It hurts." Jiang Wenluo said to Liang Yaowen coquettishly, "It hurts when you touch it."

Liang Yaowen felt very sad all of a sudden, his expression was not covered up, it was clearly exposed in front of Jiang Wenluo.After rubbing the medicated oil on Jiang Wenluo's wrist, Liang Yaowen pushed his bruise with some strength.

The light was half bright, Liang Yaowen's pupils looked dark, and he moved closer to Jiang Wenluo, as if he wanted to get close to him.

Testing his reaction again, he deliberately paused in front of Jiang Wenluo's lips, as if he hadn't done anything.

The two looked at each other for a moment, Jiang Wenluo felt his face heat up, he quickly withdrew his hand, turned his head and glanced at his watch, "I'm leaving, go home and sleep, see you next time."

Liang Yaowen quickly nodded and said yes, after he quickly packed his things, he sent Jiang Wenluo to the door.

"Then next time I see you, can I draw a picture for you?" Liang Yaowen asked again.

"I think, I would like to." Jiang Wenluo said.