Me and my Husband Sleep in a Coffin - Chapter 19

Go back to the underground, Wang Xiaoma is down on the big tree, it’s a bit hypocritical.

My heart was stunned.

Two villains, rational and emotional, are arguing.

Xiaobai said: Does he simply like me? Still like that I am the reincarnation of Sleep Lamp?

Xiao Hei said: Isn’t this nonsense? The answer is obvious, what are you, and what people have been struggling to pursue has become the obsession of his brother’s sleep lamp, not your Wang Xiaomao!

Xiaobai pitifully: But the sleep lamp is also me, I am also the sleep lamp…… Make me like a substitute.

Xiaohe rolled his eyes: Ha ha, can this be the same? Even if you are, have you experienced the vigorous feelings of others? Do you allow it?

Wen Fengjin sees memories through you, not now…

In a word, a small knife plunged into Wang Xiaoma’s chest, or the kind with barbs.

The unwilling Xiaobai said: But the wind always smiles at us very gently, and his eyes are usually gentle.

Xiao Hei sneered: The wind is exhausted? What do you call so intimate! Wang Xiaoma, have you seen so many human feelings warm and cold, pretending to be silly? Didn’t you see that his kind of person should be harsh and gloomy, he laughed? Are they all pretended?

Don’t say you can’t see it! His smirk is much worse than your relatives acting, maybe he turned his head and changed a disgusted face, stupid!

Xiaobai was crying and was crying, Xiaohei was dominant and proud.

Wang Xiaoma, who was leaning against the peach tree, dropped her eyes and smiled bitterly…

Who said that people who often smirk will not hurt when they are hurt, and who say that optimistic people will be strong after losing?

Nonsense, I am obviously sad to die…

“What’s wrong with your sleep lamp? Isn’t it uncomfortable?” An overly feminine and beautiful face came together, and a little hot red mark on the eyebrows awakened Wang Xiaomei.

Looking at the worries in Wen Feng’s eyes and the gathered eyebrows, Wang Xiaomei subconsciously said, “Ah, it’s fine.”

It’s just that there is something broken and I want to cry. By the way, I was hanged and died. You don’t have to worry about me. I am all right.

Wang Xiaoba said in his heart hypocritically.

“Why is it okay, sleep lamp, what’s the matter? You seem to be crying…” Wen Feng held his hand, stepped closer, and then kissed gently and lovingly on Wang Xiaoma’s forehead.

“Is there anything I shouldn’t know?” After he finished, he suddenly had a lower voice, “Sleep lamp, do you remember anything again?”

Wang Xiaoma looked at the love that was so deep in his eyes that he was about to overflow, and also shook his head with the palm of his clenched arms, “I didn’t remember anything.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry, don’t worry. And even if there are mistakes in memory, do you have to tell me if you remember something?” Wen Feng said with a smile.

“I know……”

Wang Xiaoma feels a little strange, and I don’t know why Wen Fengjin’s attitude to his memory recovery is so contradictory, it seems like he is happy, and he seems to be alert.

Looking at his smiley face, Wang Xiaoma was inexplicably upset, as if the expression on that face was cast on his face, he had a feeling, the real smell was not like this, not so gentle and careful It never seems to be the kind of temper…

The ghost made the gods wrong, Wang Xiaoba said: “Don’t laugh, it’s a fake…”

He regretted this sentence as soon as he spoke it, and his eyes widened and his stiff smile even made Wang Xiaoma feel excited!

The two were silent for a while. A person with a depressed atmosphere couldn’t breathe, and the head hung down in the wind so that Wang Xiaoma couldn’t see his expression…

It seems quite sad…

Finished! What am I doing wrong?

Wang Xiaoma quickly apologized: “Sorry…then, I just brainstormed, don’t mind…” He quickly diverted his attention and said loudly, “Oh, right! What about our strand of hair just now? Haven’t lost it?” .”

Wen Feng raised his head, the smile on his face was faint, his eyes were deep and indifferent, and Wang Xiaoma was so frozen that he was full of excitement.

Suddenly he laughed lively: “Brother don’t be afraid, today is our good day, how can I be angry with you?”

“…” Would you like to collect your fangs that you laughed and say it again?

He also said that he was not angry. Wang Xiao pouted and vomited in his heart.

“I put the things in the box inside the coffin, and that box contains my most precious things.” Mentioning the box, the gangster’s uncontrollable expression slowed down.

The most precious thing… Wang Xiaoma’s eyes shine.

He said, “Do you want to see it?”

Wang Xiaoma: “Yes, I want to see…”

He smiled and nodded: “That’s good, I won’t show you.”

Wang Xiaoma: “…”

Dad, are you so vengeful? ! Do you know that you are a small private vault? Caught the kneeling rubbing board!

You don’t know what your wife can do with her money? ! As soon as I told my forefoot that I had hidden money at the back of the League, I was so miserable, the big dumplings were inhuman, hetui!

When Wen Feng laughed enough, he went to fetch water to wipe Wang Xiaoma’s hands and face, and also washed his feet, and regained his appearance as a good man. His wide hands grasped his thin feet and rubbed it. When Wang Xiaoma shrank away from itching, he let go of the wind.

“Sleep, I have always been by your side.”

He softened his eyes and softened his eyes, and lay in the coffin together with Wang Xiaomei, and the box with the’most precious’ treasures was placed on the side of the pillow where Wenfeng was over.

There is not much entertainment in the underground palace. In addition to the fact that Wang Xiaoma is trapped every day, they sleep in a coffin every day.

When embraced by the arms with a bitter fragrance, Wang Xiaoma thought bitterly: Who is this embrace for? Maybe it was for me.

When Wang Xiaoba fell asleep, in the coffin with pearl light, he opened his eyes slowly as soon as the wind blew, he sat up and leaned on Wang Xiaobao with a faint light, one arm supported himself, the other was put in He bit a mouth in his wrist and put it gently in the mouth of the person below.

The reared body habitually accepted the blood supply and began to swallow.

After a while, Wen Feng withdrew his wrists and brushed the face of his beloved, obsessed with his eyes to depict the skin kissing his nose and forehead, and nostalgic rubbing with his thumb on his lips.

Like lifting the mask of the smile, his expression was indifferent, and the handsome and feminine face was a little tougher and tougher, but the strange eyes were too gentle than usual, and the hypocrisy and gloom disappeared. , From the fallen Demon Venerate instantly became a fairy monarch beside Yaochi.

Indifferent, unforgiving, yet obsessed with eternity, a person has temperature, this is the real news.

“Brother, do you think of anything today?”

When he was with Wang Xiaoba, his voice was always rising, like to make a happy feeling, but because of his own personality, he became strange, like a perverted clown, who laughed and caused scalp numbness.

Now the voice of being alone is hoarse and low, and the speed of the speech is not hurrying or slow, which is really exciting.

After he finished asking,’Xiao Xiao’a, who was supposed to be asleep, opened his eyes instantly, his **** pupil staring at the top with a stern look, saying one by one, “No, yes.”

“Then why are you unhappy today, what are you hiding from me?”

“I am, worried, you, the person you like, is a sleep lamp.”

“I miss you, the one you like, Wang, Xiaoba…”

Wen Feng shook his head, “Wrong, the person I like has always been you. Brother, you don’t understand, it’s not that there is a sleep lamp before you, but that you are the one that I love the most. ”

“I love you, always you…”

But I lied too much and did too many things that I dare not tell you, so I want to do my best to be the kind of person you like, so that you can’t do without me…

“Right.” Wen Feng put his hand on his face with a strange expression. “Is my smile really fake?”

“false.”

“But Brother, haven’t you said that you like the person who laughs the most…you are a liar…” Wen Feng lifted his lips slightly, and put his hand on Wang Xiaoma’s face and swept the palms of his red eyes. .

“Sleep, brother, I am really happy today.”

Wen Feng lay on his side, placing his palm on his heart and slowly closed his eyes.

[The author has something to say: [Small theater]

Wang Xiaomao: Well, he doesn’t like me at all, only his brother.

Wen Feng touched his face: I smiled perfectly, and I have been practicing for a long time. 】