Overlord wife 1.9 meters

It took Fu Zhiyu a long time to react after being thundered, and grabbed Jiang Su who was about to leave, his face was distorted from pain or anger: "I, I didn't come to that."

"You probably won't really come." Jiang Su was pulled by him, pinching his chin with one hand and meditating, "I remember that in the plot, it seems that Shangguan Paopao came today with his aunt, and Jiang Aotian took care of Shangguan Paopao for a week. Because the author only briefly mentioned this week, I forgot about it, and only remembered the plot a week later. Sorry, woman, I should have remembered to tell you yesterday."

"So I only feel pain? I won't really come to that?" Fu Zhiyu temporarily breathed a sigh of relief, but was soon stimulated by the pain in his stomach, his face became even paler, like a ghost, and the hand that caught Jiang Su was about to bite again .

But inadvertently saw Jiang Su gritted his teeth and was about to endure the pain, but couldn't bite anymore.

Fu Zhiyu let go of Jiang Su's hand, and continued to roll on the bed, struggling to say, "How can I relieve it? I really can't stand the pain, or you can knock me out."

"Aotian, knock me out."

"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die."

"Brown sugar water doesn't seem to be of much use. In the novel, Shangguan Bubble comes to Auntie, which hurts a lot, and it makes Jiang Aotian very distressed every time. You wait for me to Baidu and see how to relieve it. By the way, you drink it first Order some hot water." Jiang Su was frightened by his appearance, quickly poured a cup of hot water, helped Fu Zhiyu up, and fed him to drink.

"How is it? Is it better?"

Fu Zhiyu shook his head, staring at the front in a helpless manner, unable to utter a single word.

All he wants to do right now is scratch his stomach into a ball and try to ease his pain.

Thinking that he is a 1.9-meter boss, and his aunt came, so he can only be trapped here to feel the pain of his aunt. If you tell such a thing, no one will believe it.

When he goes back, he must let the company develop a machine to experience the great aunt, so that all men can experience this hell-level pain.

"I'll Google it." Jiang Su asked Fu Zhiyu to rely on himself, took out his mobile phone and Googled it, and after carefully writing down the method, asked Fu Zhiyu to lie down, grabbed his clothes, and lifted them up.

Fu Zhiyu stared straight at Jiang Su, his eyes were clearly saying - do you want to take this opportunity to insult me?

Jiang Su blushed, let go and defended: "I'm not that kind of person! You grab your clothes quickly, and I'll rub your stomach. Women, don't question me."

Hearing this, Fu Zhiyu grabbed his clothes and exposed his belly, but still kept his eyes on Jiang Su.

Under his gaze, Jiang Su felt like a peeled onion, and Fu Zhiyu could know everything in his heart.

He turned his eyes away from looking at Fu Zhiyu, rubbed his hands warm, put them on Fu Zhiyu's stomach, and rubbed them lightly, quietly observing Fu Zhiyu's face while rubbing.

Hearing his muffled grunt, his face was uncomfortable, so he stopped immediately and asked, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you? Then I should be gentle, or stop?"

"No, it's very comfortable. Don't stop, keep going." Fu Zhiyu closed his eyes and replied hoarsely.

Seeing the effect, Jiang Su heaved a sigh of relief and continued rubbing.

The pain in the stomach that seemed to be being cut crazily with a knife was finally relieved by Jiang Su's rubbing movements, and Fu Zhiyu even fell asleep comfortably.

When he woke up, he found that Jiang Su was still kneading. He felt it. Although his stomach was still hurting, it was not as bad as before. He sat up and looked at Jiang Su and asked, "How long have you been kneading?"

"Two hours? Woman, are you feeling better?" Jiang Su smiled, then "hissed" suddenly, stopped the movement of his hands, and said awkwardly, "Hands are a little cramped, wait for me, just a few seconds good."

Fu Zhiyu was silent for a moment, and grabbed his hand: "I'm much better now, please stop rubbing, thank you."

"It's okay," Jiang Su said, "Are you hungry? Next, you'll probably have this pain repeatedly for a long time, and you need to persist for a few days."

"Okay." Fu Zhiyu took Jiang Su's hand, originally wanting to rub it for him to relieve fatigue, but Jiang Su pushed his hand away and left the bedroom.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Su came back, sitting beside Fu Zhiyu with a bowl in his hand.

"This is a boiled egg with brown sugar. Although you didn't really come, it should be more comfortable to eat." He picked up a spoon and scooped up some egg and brown sugar water, blew it lightly, and put it on Fu Zhiyu's lips.

Fu Zhiyu smelled the fragrance and wanted to eat by himself, so he raised his hand, looked at Jiang Su with a serious look and put it down again, and was obediently fed by Jiang Su.

"How is it?" Watching him eat, Jiang Su asked expectantly.

"Delicious." Meeting his fiery gaze, Fu Zhiyu nodded.

Jiang Su bent her eyes and smiled, "That's for sure, woman, eat more, and it won't hurt anymore. When you feel pain, you must tell me, and I will rub it for you."

Fu Zhiyu's heart was warm, and he tasted the feeling of being taken care of for the first time: "Thank you."

"It's okay, this is what I should do, after all, I am your man." Jiang Su fed him patiently, and when he was eating, he took a few mouthfuls and went back to the bedroom, continuing to stay by Fu Zhiyu's side , fearing that he would relapse into severe pain again.

Fortunately, in the afternoon, Fu Zhiyu only had a slight stomach pain and was able to get out of bed and walk.

He thought that the pain would just pass away and would not affect him, but he didn't expect that he couldn't fall asleep lying on the bed at night, he could clearly feel the discomfort in his stomach when he closed and opened his eyes, and he couldn't fall asleep at all.

Fu Zhiyu simply got out of bed, stood in front of the window and looked at the night outside, his brows were tightly furrowed.

A few minutes later, he heard movement on the bed, Jiang Su seemed to wake up, so he turned his head to look.

Unexpectedly, this sight scared the people on the bed out of their wits.

"Oh my god, ghost!"

The room was too dark, and the curtains were still drawn. Jiang Su vaguely saw a touch of white on the curtains, thinking that he had misread it, and took a closer look. He was wearing white clothes and long hair. He had nothing to do with "Sadako". The difference, the heart screamed almost to a sudden stop.

He hugged the pillow and shivered at the head of the bed. Remembering that Fu Zhiyu was still on the other side of the bed, he lowered his voice and called, "Fu Zhiyu, Fu Zhiyu, get up quickly, the room is haunted."

"Don't sleep, wake up, there are really ghosts!"

No one answered, Jiang Su became even more nervous, his heart was in his throat, he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do, and he had to pay attention to his character set not to collapse.

In the end, I chanted greasy love words frantically in my heart, hoping to dispel the fear.

Don't say it, it really works.

Fu Zhiyu by the window: "..."

He pushed back his long hair, wanting to tell Jiang Su that he was not a ghost, but Jiang Su was so frightened by his action that he threw the pillow, and didn't care about anything, got off the bed in a hurry and ran out of the bedroom, not giving him anything at all. Any chance to be heard.

"Aunt Li, Aunt Li! It's haunted!"

"Madam is still in the room, go and save Madam!"

"Come here! Wake up! Catch ghosts!"

"..."

I was so scared to death that I still didn't forget to worry about myself. Fu Zhiyu was a little moved by being treated as a ghost.

There were chaotic footsteps outside, and after a while, a large number of people gathered outside the bedroom door, holding various weapons in their hands, staring at the door in fear.

As the boss, Jiang Su pointed at the gate with red wine, still worried about Fu Zhiyu's safety: "Hurry up, go in and save people. If there is something wrong with Madam, I can't spare you."

Aunt Li was the first to rush in with a kitchen knife, roaring: "The female ghost comes out to die!"

Jiang Su gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and ran in without hesitation, holding the red wine bottle and shouting: "Zhenzi, take your life! Today I will let you know that if you dare to scare me and my woman, what will happen to you!"

With a "click", the lights in the room were turned on.

Fu Zhiyu, who was wearing a long white dress and with loose hair, stood in front of Jiang Su, pointed the wine bottle in the other direction, looked at everyone who was making a fuss, raised his hand and rubbed between his brows: "No ghost, Aotian I had a nightmare and scared you, sorry, you go back to sleep."

Jiang Su: Huh?ah? ?

No ghost?

Jiang Su opened his eyes a little, and after seeing clearly the person in front of him, Fu Zhiyu, he put down the wine bottle and smiled awkwardly: "Is there no ghost? Could it be that I misread it?"

After finishing speaking, he kept glancing towards the curtain, but he really didn't see the shadow of Sadako, and he was a little suspicious of life.

Aunt Li, who was holding a kitchen knife, was worried and checked the entire bedroom. After confirming that there was no ghost, she asked the others to leave together.

Before leaving, he put the kitchen knife under Jiang Su's pillow, saying that it would effectively prevent ghosts.

Jiang Su turned off the light, wanted to make sure there was no ghost, but turned around, and found that standing Fu Zhiyu looked very much like the ghost he had seen before, with a flash of inspiration in his brain, he turned on the light and apologized: "I'm sorry, woman."

"I didn't know you were at the window, I thought I saw a ghost."

"Woman, why don't you sleep? What are you looking at while standing in front of the window? Looking at the moonlight?"

"If you look at the moonlight, you have to wake me up. It makes sense to watch it together, woman."

Fu Zhiyu sat on the edge of the bed with a gloomy expression, clutched his stomach, and said two words lazily: "No, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Jiang Su understood his actions when he saw his actions. He walked over and pushed him on the bed, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the air with both hands, and smiled recklessly: "How can I be afraid of ghosts. But, woman, you should do this kind of thing." Tell me earlier, there is no embarrassment. Relax, yes, I am coming!"

He put his hands on Fu Zhiyu's stomach and pressed lightly, "Is it here?"

Fu Zhiyu didn't have the energy to take the greasy lines with Jiang Su. Hearing this, he felt it and shook his head, "No, a little to the left."

"here?"

"A little above."

"is it here?"

"Ah."

"Is the strength okay? Doesn't it hurt? Just say it if it hurts."

"It doesn't hurt."

As soon as Jiang Su started kneading, Fu Zhiyu felt comfortable all over, and all the depression and unhappiness in his heart disappeared.

The body was completely relaxed, he closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and when he almost fell asleep, he heard Jiang Su talking to him about the plot of a week later because he was bored.

"Woman, after a week, you will frequently go to the dance room to dance, and most of the time I will leave work to go with you. After dancing for half a month, you went to participate in the competition and won the first prize."

Jiang Su changed his posture, sat beside Fu Zhiyu and rubbed his stomach, and found that just after he finished speaking, there was a crack in the calm expression on Fu Zhiyu's face.

He opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Su, squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Dancing?"

how to danceHow to get the first prize?Do you want him to go on stage and perform a paralyzed dance for the audience that he can never get up after splitting?