wife is slime

21.

It was thrown away again.

This time there wasn't even a box, Yan Zhang pulled out a new garbage bag, picked it up and threw it inside, the slime was moving back and forth in the black plastic bag, no matter how hard he struggled, he could only be trapped inside.

"Chirp!" came another cry.

Yan Zhang ignored it, and the rapid "chirp, chirp, chirp" sound when entering the elevator continued.

The elevator went down one floor and stopped. A middle-aged man came in. He was not tall and only reached Yan Zhang's shoulders, but he was much wider than him.

The little monster stopped barking when it sensed that someone was coming in. It was unexpectedly alert, but unfortunately the man heard the voice outside, and looked at the bag in Yan Zhang's hand with a strange expression, "What is that?"

Yan Zhang: "Trash."

"No, I mean..." He stepped into the elevator and stopped talking when he saw Yan Zhang's expression, the other party obviously didn't want to talk to him.

22.

The elevator reached the first floor, and the black plastic bag moved.

Yan Zhang's expression remained the same, but the people beside him couldn't calm down and hurried out.

The weather in June is already very hot, the sun is shining brightly outside, but the corridor is still shady, and the special fruity fragrance of the little monster seems to be wafting away.

"I threw you away, you probably won't get it back, right?"

He asks the question, then throws it in the bin outside without hesitation.

"Crap."

It wasn't the sound of heavy objects falling in, but the sound of the little monster itself.

23.

Yan Zhang's home has been restored to its original state, there is no pungent aroma, and there will be no more chirping monsters.

The next day, a friend came to his house, looking very happy, as if he had forgotten the abnormality of Yan Zhang's house before.

The friend said he made a new girlfriend, "Bring her to meet you tomorrow."

Yan Zhang was not interested at all, but he still responded, "Okay, don't come to my house."

The friend said again: "She also brought her best friend..."

Yan Zhang immediately said, "No."

"Hey, Yan Zha, just go and have a look, if it doesn't suit you, forget it." The friend winked at him.

Yan Zhang's eyes fell elsewhere, from the living room, he could see the open room, where there were many slimes for video recording.

After throwing away the little monster of unknown origin yesterday, he went to check it out, all of them were ordinary mud for playing with, and none of them looked like that.

Little monsters are special.

He lowered his eyes, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "Can slimes move?"

24.

The friend had an expression of "Are you okay", and Yan Zhang also felt that his questioning method was a bit ridiculous.

"You are still playing with your stuff." The friend said, "You can be used as cash, but you insist on being a dead house. I don't understand you."

After the friend finished speaking, he suddenly put on a mischievous look, "Maybe it can really move? You go to work during the day, and it turns into a beautiful woman to do housework for you."

Yan Zhang thought for a while and said, "It will only make trouble."

The friend's face changed, "Yan Zha, listen to me, go outside and have a look, don't stay at home all the time, you will be ruined."

Yan Zhang ignored him, but asked, "How much will you borrow this time?"

The friend laughed, "How do you know that I have no money on hand?"

Yan Zhang transferred a sum of money, and the friend immediately gave a thumbs up: "As expected of Brother Yan, you know how much I want to borrow."

Yan Zhang let out an indifferent "Mmm", obviously not thinking here, his gaze still stayed in that room.

The friend said: "I will pay you back in a few days, don't forget to have dinner together."

Yan Zhang: "Understood."

25.

In the evening, Yan Zhang dreamed again. He dreamed that something cold was sticking to him. He didn't feel sticky like before, and he felt refreshed when he left.In the dream, he walked into a room, exactly the one where the slime was placed, and there was a person standing by the window, the silvery moonlight shone down, illuminating that person's body crystal clear... What would a person's body look like? The color is white, almost transparent, and the moonlight seems to see through.

Yan Zhang stood at the door, watching the man turn around slowly, his face was blank.

It has no face.

The alarm rang on time, Yan Zhang opened his eyes, the figure of the faceless man still remained in his mind, he stood up and looked at the phone, then stopped.

The aroma of lychees and peaches is not accurate, this time there is another flavor, which is grapes.

That familiar annoying fruity aroma is back.

26.

Opposite Yan Zhang sat a friend's girlfriend and her best friend.

The two girls were both wearing shorts and half-sleeves, with similar hairstyles. Their faces were pretty, but they looked alike.

Yan Zhang only looked at the two people when he greeted them at the beginning, and then both looked down at their phones.It has been a week since he posted the video, and many people in the comments are urging him to update, and some people have sent private messages.

Go back and make a video.

Yan Zhang thought to himself, and the girl opposite spoke: "You don't talk to us very much."

Yan Zhang looked at the girl who spoke.

The girl was wearing pink lip gloss, her mouth moved up and down when she spoke, her jelly-like lips... didn't have the slightest resemblance to slime, but Yan Zhang could easily think of it.

The little monster is back, he thought.

27.

The dinner was not pleasant, the best friend obviously wanted to talk to Yan Zhang but couldn't say anything because of the other party's cold attitude.

After finally having a chance to chat alone, Yan Zhang looked absent-minded again.

"Aren't you going to have dinner with us?" My girlfriend asked with a smile.

Yan Zhang's pupils are very dark, and you can only see the dark brown circle when you get very close, so when you look at people, you always give people a feeling of concentration but also indifference.

"Well, no, my wife is still waiting for me at home."

Girlfriend: "........."

28.

Before Yan Zhang left, his friend couldn't help complaining: "Can you speak humanly?"

Yan Zhang finally showed a slight change in expression, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and said sincerely: "I wish you good luck."

friend:"?"

29.

Yan Zhang bought a bento and a bottle of yogurt outside, and when he got home, he opened the door and was greeted with a fruity aroma.

"Are you angry?" Yan Zhang spoke to the empty room, "You broke into my house without permission, why are you still angry?"

"Haw..."

It seems to make sense, the fragrance is lighter.

Yan Zhang was in a good mood. He opened the window and sat in the living room to have dinner. He opened the yogurt and poured out a bottle cap.

"Drink?" he asked.

no answer.

He didn't care, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands after eating, and when he turned off the tap after washing, he heard the sound of "peh peh".

Yan Zhang walked back to the living room, and the little monster kept pooing on the yogurt whose face was covered with paste.

The picture is weird and funny.

30.

"Did you scare me last night?"

Yan Zhang took a step forward, the little monster shrank back vigilantly, and at the same time stretched out two "hands" to rub off the yogurt indiscriminately, and the result was everywhere.

"Jiujiu...dirty."

Yan Zhang slightly raised his eyebrows, "Can you talk?"

But it only repeats this one word.

Don't get dirty.

Yan Zhang doesn't like dirty things.

It wants to be delicious by itself.

The little monster was still struggling to get rid of the yogurt, Yan Zhang took two steps forward and grabbed it in his hands.

—to be thrown away again.

"Chirp..."

There was a little loss in its cry.

31.

"Can I wash you with cold water?" Yan Zhang asked.

"Haw?"

Not being thrown away, the little monster boldly clung to Yan Zhang's palm.

"Don't make small moves, ask you whether the water is cold or warm." Yan Zhang walked to the pool, "Slimes are generally not allowed to flush, can you?"

The dough balls in the palm of my hand were bouncing up and down.

That's OK.

Yanzhang used warm water, and the touch of the little monster was no different from that of snow powder mud, and there was a crunchy rustling sound when pinched. There were too many fillings and decorations on its body.

The little monster let out a series of comfortable chirping sounds.

Yan Zhang suddenly asked: "You can't eat yogurt, can you only eat the same kind?"

32.

"Chirp, Chirp!"

Yan Zhang remained expressionless: "I don't understand."

The little monster stretched out two or three hands, wrapping Yan Zhang's fingers. Yan Zhang's fingers were slender, wrapped in a light layer of pink, rubbing back and forth.

"If you don't want to be thrown away again, be honest." Yan Zhang said.

"Chirp."

The little monster shrank into a ball neatly.

"Do you need to dry it?" Yan Zhang asked after washing.

The little monster reluctantly jumped out of Yan Zhang's palm, jumped onto the stage and shook its body.

"It doesn't seem necessary." Yan Zhang said as he walked out of the bathroom, and the little monster jumped out after him.

33.

"Won't rolling on the ground get dirty?" Yan Zhang asked casually.

The whole dumpling of the little monster froze, and then spread it out for Yan Zhang to see.

"Chirp~"

Yan Zhang observed for a while, "Understood, you can only touch it if you actively touch it, otherwise it will be separated."

Once again, the powder dumpling was bouncing up and down, making a pleasant rustling sound.

Yan Zhang looked down at him, "So you touched me on purpose before."

"..."

"Don't pretend to be dead, why don't you chirp?" Yan Zhang bent over and poked it, "Pay me the towel."