wife is slime

76.

Yan Zhang has been very strange recently.

Although he seldom goes out on weekdays, but seven days a week, friends ask him out again and again, at least one day he will let go-mainly because he is annoyed.

But now a month has passed, and Yan Zhang rejects him every time, with various reasons and making no secret of his perfunctory.

The friend said: "Tell the truth, are you talking about friends?"

Yan Zhang said, "Well, my wife won't let me go out."

He spoke so frankly, but his friends didn't quite believe that he had a date, and there was no other reason—it was Yan Zhang, and there were even rumors that he was asexual in the department when he was in college.

Furthermore, even if it is a relationship, friends can't imagine him calling "wife" at anyone, so they can only classify this behavior as cold humor.

The person who said it didn't make a joke, and the person who listened couldn't laugh either.

68.

In mid-July, the weather was unbelievably hot, and my friend finally had a day to show up outside Yan Zhang's house without warning.

He planned to give Yan Zhang a "surprise" to satisfy his curiosity.

dong dong dong.

This is the knock on the door.

But no one answered the door.

The friend persisted in knocking on the door, thinking that he couldn't be so unlucky, and chose a time when no one was at home, let alone Yan Zhang's absence!

77.

The little monster inside the door slumped softly in the living room. The weather was too hot, and its entire slime was about to be heated, so it became warm instead of cold, and it would go wherever the fan blows. Where to get together.

It doesn't like the wind blown by the air conditioner. After blowing for a while, the outermost layer of its body will become brittle, and it will crack when touched. It takes a long time to move to a corner to relax.

Seeing that it didn't like it, Yan Zhang didn't turn on the air conditioner at all, and turned on both the windows and the fan to ventilate from all sides, letting the little monster toss around.

Now there was a sound outside the door, everyone and everything became vigilant, Yan Zhang quickly figured out who was knocking on the door, but the little monster yelled twice angrily.

Yan Zhang looked at it, "You don't want him to come in?"

The little monster is familiar with the smell of people, everyone has a different smell, humans can't smell it, but it can.It was born here, and this is its home. The breath of Yan Zhang is naturally its favorite, and it doesn't like any other human beings.

But those people on TV have friends and family, the more it can talk, the more things it understands, knowing that Yan Zhang also has friends and family, he can't be a cheapskate and make Yan Zhang unhappy.

You must know that it has nothing but Yan Zhang.

The little monster hesitated for a moment and called "Jiu Jiu" twice, this time there was no anger in his voice.

But Yan Zhang knew it was letting go.

78.

Even so, he is reluctant to speak out.

The little monster has a temper too!

79.

The knocking on the door continued, Yan Zhang got up and went to the entrance, but he didn't come back and could not hear the door opening.

The little monster "chirped" twice, moved its body and rolled out.

Standing in the porch, Yan Zhang glanced at it and made a quiet gesture.

In the past month, the little monster can talk more and more, but his head is still not working, especially in the form of slime, he doesn't want to talk, looking at Yan Zhang's movements, "Chirp?"

Won't you open the door?I agreed.

Yan Zhang: "..."

He squatted down and kneaded the dough balls, his hands were inevitably covered with wet snow powder mud, and when he raised his hand, he pulled out the milky white silk thread, which lingered in the palm of his hand and broke.It was so hot that the little monster was getting stickier.Yan Zhang has been staring at it a lot lately, for fear that if he doesn't pay attention, it will really melt away.

Yan Zhang said in a soft voice, "It's not open."

80.

The little monster was delighted for a moment, and soon realized the problem - it couldn't see people.

From the first time Yan Zhang saw it and threw it into the trash can without saying a word, it understood very well.

Yan Zhang said it was a monster.

It gradually understood the meaning of "monster".

The powder dumpling wobbled into a human form, and the process of transformation was still uncomfortable. First, it was a rough outline, and then it was gradually refined. The pale pink film slowly faded away, and it looked like a boy again—— ——More mature than when he was in human form, with delicate features and a fair complexion.

Yan Zhang didn't expect it to do this suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked back at the door that was still knocking.

The people outside the door were persistent.

"That's it." Yan Xue said.

81.

The little monster stood up tremblingly, walking still clumsily, Yan Zhang taught it, but it didn't get the point, or it didn't learn hard at all, anyway, Yan Zhang would catch it no matter what.

After it finished saying this, it heard the person outside the door shout: "Yan Zhang, don't pretend to be dead!!" The tone was quite gritted.

Yan Zhang didn't intend to open the door at all, but just frowned and looked at it.

Yan Xue gestured to open the door, but Yan Zhang held down its hand.

The breath on the man's body was dry and warm, even if it would melt in a second, the little monster was willing to touch him.

The little monster didn't know why he was angry, Yan Zhang just made a simple gesture and took it into his arms, and it obediently reached out to wrap its arms around the man's neck.

Yan Zhang picked it up horizontally, went to the bedroom and pulled out a set of clothes. The little monster consciously changed its position, wrapping its legs around Yan Zhang's waist to save him from any further effort.

It didn't wear anything, its arms, chest, and lower body were all exposed in the air. Yan Zhang's hand was pressed on its buttocks, which was also warm. Yan Xue felt that she was going to melt, but she didn't know what was melting. It's so hot—it's not the same as the heat of the weather, it's a little attached to the temperature, and can't help but stick tighter.

82.

Yan Zhang walked towards the room where they met.

He hasn't been here for a long time, but it is cleaned every week.The little monster hates strangers, so he doesn’t hire housekeepers, he just cleans up by himself, and the little guy occasionally helps him out—for example, he insists on jumping around chasing the mop, soaking in clean water after being covered in sewage Wash it in the basin.

Yan Zhang poured water on it with his hands, and said, "You are not a puppy."

The little monster nodded seriously, and the clear water was squeezed out of the basin, "Yeah! I can not only bark."

Yan Zhang: "..."

Yan Zhang sometimes felt that he was indeed raising a pet, who could bark, run, and make trouble, and only talking could be considered smart, and everything else was stupid.

It's the kind of lovable stupidity.

The little monster is full of himself, which makes Yan Zhang very useful but he doesn't intend to say it clearly.

But more often, especially recently - he is more willing to treat it as another person living in this house, respect its ideas, and meet its requirements. Yan Zhang is much more patient with it than with people up.

The little monster was a different species, and he couldn't hear what was going on in its mind, which was fine.

83.

Yan Zhang was tired of "hearing", no one had any secrets in front of him, and all despicable thoughts, dark thoughts, whether he wanted to or not, were desperately drilled into his mind.

Yan Xue is the only... monster who can make him feel a moment of peace.

"monster."

When Yan Zhang was a teenager, he often heard what his parents thought. They were too close to each other, living together for food, clothing, housing and transportation. When Yan Zhang looked up, his eyes could see everything, and they subconsciously recited a sentence in their hearts.

It cannot be blamed on them.

When Yan Zhang grew up to a certain age, he understood where his sister and younger brother rejected him.

Everyone has privacy, people like Yan Zhang, let them become naked.

Humans cannot accept such nakedness.

But Yan Xue can.

Yan Xue is a "monster" in another sense.

It is not an exaggeration to call them the same.

Monsters and monsters.

This is good.

84.

The little monster is very simple, from the time it opened its eyes to the present, all its actions are completely from the heart, as if it was born according to Yan Zhang's will.

Yan Zhang can't hear its inner voice but can judge its emotions from its behavior.It doesn't matter if you can't read it, the little guy is too easy to guess.

But now Yan Zhang is a little unclear what it is thinking, the little guy who has always rejected strangers offered to open the door, and even changed into a human form on purpose——

Yan Zhang put it on the seat and patted it on the head. The boy's short pale pink hair reached to the back of his neck, and he still looked at him ignorantly.

What are you thinking?

For the first time, Yan Zhang felt the desire to spy, and then he smacked the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner.

"Stay here and don't make a sound." He said softly, his voice was low and pleasant, almost coaxing, "You will be obedient, right?"

Yan Xue pursed her lips, showing hesitation and confusion, but she nodded quickly.

It listens to what Yan Zhang says.

--What are you thinking?

Yan Zhang almost blurted out.

85.

Yan Zhang's face stinks.

This was the first thing my friend confirmed after opening the door. He even took a step back subconsciously, and then joked: "The door opened so late, did I disturb you?"

He deliberately told bad jokes.

Yan Zhang didn't know how to smile, my friend knew it very well, but in the next second, Yan Zhang slightly bent his mouth, his smile was not friendly, and his eyes were even a little cold.

The friend couldn't laugh anymore.

"What's the matter, looking for me in such a hurry?" Although it could be read, Yan Zhang asked, but his eyes fell to other places from time to time, and his mind was not here.

He decided to slam the door on his friend's face when he said "nothing but to see if there are any Tibetans in your house".

86.

It was disliked.

The little monster sat on the soft seat with its knees hugged. The chair was made of leather and a little cool, making it very comfortable, but it didn't have time to be happy about it.

Yan Zhang obviously didn't want him to see other people - family members or friends, people who are very important to human beings.

But it has clearly changed into a human form, and it obediently puts on its clothes.

The little monster's eyes were hot, and it felt like the eyeballs were about to melt, and he was flustered for a moment. Yan Zhang probably wouldn't like it if it melted. Although he could change back, he couldn't take the risk.

Yan Zhang also said it was ugly before, and the powder balls that swallowed a lot of slimes were indeed ugly. Afterwards, he paid attention to it, and picked out the fusion of good-looking colors.

The little monster endured the heat in his eyes, his cheeks became flushed, and there was a dull pain in his chest. Only then did he know that his body would hurt even if he didn't wrestle or take out the sequins.

It really wanted to yell, but Yan Zhang told it not to make a sound before leaving.

It has to be obedient.

"Well."

The little monster buried its face in its palm, the heat still burned its eyes, it felt that it was about to melt, when it raised its head, it found water in its palm.

what is this?

They rush out from the eyes, the little monsters know it later, the people in the TV series will cry when they leave, cry when they break up, and cry when they are drunk. The transparent liquid falls on the cheeks and the back of the hands, and the temperature is not too hot. But it makes it difficult to parry.

My heart hurts, and the sobs are stuffed in my throat.

This was the first time the little monster shed tears.