monster's bride

Taking advantage of Bai Ji's opening to open the door, he threw the person onto the sofa and stared mercilessly at Fan Xiao who was crying bitterly with his regained clarity.

"If you talk about my face again like tonight, you will become like it. It hates other people talking about our appearance."

After filling a glass of warm water, Bai Ji helped Lu Zhizhi, who was half asleep in the bed, and let her drink half the glass of water.

She said: "It's too dry here, so I better go back early."

"I'll leave as soon as the New Year is over." Bai Ji put the cup aside, rubbed the corners of her lips with his fingertips, and frowned, "It's all peeling."

"Just buy some lip balm tomorrow." Lu Zhizhi retracted into the quilt and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Fan Xiao, who had been forced to freeze on the sofa all night, finally screamed.

He stumbled into the toilet and lay down in front of the toilet, picking at his throat and trying to spit out the disgusting clump of hair.

Hu Shulan was startled by her son's actions, but before she could ask about the matter, there was another rough knock on the door of her home.

Fan He looked at the person through the peephole and turned pale with fright. He couldn't care less about his son grabbing his wife's arm and dragging her to the door. He whispered in a low voice: "The debt collector from your mahjong parlor is here!"

At this time, she didn't dare to let Lu Zhizhi find out about this, for fear that the other party would break in even if the door was opened. Hu Shulan took the initiative to open the door and walked out, closing the door to isolate the sound.

"My daughter has gone out to make a lot of money and found a rich husband. Don't come to her at this time of the year."

The woman on the other side who asked for the debt said dissatisfied: "Where did you get your daughter? Who are you kidding? You owe those friends in the library seventy or eighty thousand. If you don't pay back, we will really go in and take the things from your house to pay off the debt."

Hu Shulan wanted to quibble, and wanted to take out her phone to show the other party the photos, but then she suddenly remembered that she did not have any photos with Lu Zhizhi, and this had been the case since she was a child.

Who told her that she was just a product of her anger.

Hu Shulan's eyes were slightly melancholy, "I will show you now, but don't tell my daughter about the money I owe, otherwise I won't get a cent and you won't get the money."

Lu Zhizhi woke up when he heard Fan Xiao's cry and opened his eyes.

She was lying on her side on the bed, her whole back hugged by Bai Ji. His hand was across her waist and gently resting on her abdomen in an ambiguous posture.

She slowed down and turned her head. Bai Ji calmly lifted the quilt for her, "I poured water for you last night, and then it became like this."

Unable to control myself, I pressed against her body. The feeling of sleeping with my lover in my arms was so wonderful.

Lu Zhizhi still caught the hint of calm panic in his eyes.

"It's okay." She sat up and patted the hand that fell on her lap through the quilt. "Get up, I heard something happened outside."

Seeing that Lu Zhizhi's face was lifeless as usual, Bai Ji relaxed.

The two got ready and went out. Fan Xiao was lying on the toilet and almost vomiting bile. From the corner of his eye, he saw the man wearing a mask at the door. He was so scared that he hugged his knees and immediately crawled to the side.

Lu Zhizhi frowned, "What's wrong with him?"

Before the question was answered, Hu Shulan in the living room warmly greeted her, "I'm waking up Zhizhi. There are a few guests at home. Do you want to eat steamed buns? Your uncle Fan went out to buy them early in the morning."

She and Bai Ji came to the living room. The height and well-dressed man beside her made several strange aunts on the sofa stare.

It is obviously different from the dress in a small county town. The material of the clothes looks quite expensive, and he looks like a rich man. A debt collection aunt immediately smiled and said: "We are your mother's friends, and we haven't seen you much before."

Lu Zhizhi nodded lightly, "I rarely came back before."

Hu Shulan clapped her palms and laughed, "Isn't that right? She is now teaching in the best school in Beijing, and my future son-in-law is also a doctor. It will be a good life for the two of us."

With her words, the debt collection aunts were sure that Hu Shulan could pay the tens of thousands of yuan, so they drank some tea and left without further entanglement.

After everyone left, the couple had time to take care of their son in the toilet. He vomited a smell in the room, and Hu Shulan wanted to drag her son out and let them wash up.

Lu Zhizhi said in disgust: "Let's go to a small hotel outside to wash up."

Seeing the two people about to leave, Hu Shulan, who was afraid that she would run away, hurriedly came out to stop her, "Are you going to wait until mom cleans up the toilet before washing it? It's a waste of money to go out."

Lu Zhizhi avoided her and insisted on going downstairs. Hu Shulan immediately ran to the front to stop her, with a flattering smile on her face, "Zhizhi, it's not easy for you to make money, right? It's too bad to waste a hundred yuan to live out." convenient."

"I didn't say I was going to live out."

Lu Zhizhi glanced into the room and said, "My suitcase is still at home."

Hu Shulan, who was overly anxious, thought about it and smiled awkwardly, "Yes, yes, you go ahead. I will stew braised pork for you at noon later."

Until he walked out of the unit building, Bai Ji looked up at a certain window and looked at the woman behind him.

Hu Shulan took a step back, covering her chest with a strange look on her face, "Why does it feel like she was seen by him?"

After opening the hourly room and washing up, Lu Zhizhi bought corn on the cob from a breakfast shop on the street and ate it while asking Bai Ji to take her to the former Bai's house.

"I still remember that I often passed by your door after school." She stood at the door of the dilapidated Japanese courtyard, looking at the long-dead pine needle trees inside, the rotten leaves on the ground, and the few remaining cordons.

At that time, I wasn't very clear about decoration style. Now when I look back at Bai Ji's former home, I realize that it is filled with a strong Japanese flavor.

The hand-washing bowl next to it was still bobbing up and down, flowing with yellowish water.

Lu Zhizhi said considerately: "If you will bring back bad memories now, we will leave."

Bai Ji looked indifferent: "I already treat everything here as normal."

So Lu Zhizhi walked around the courtyard. He didn't have any special memories, but he was very familiar with this place.

"I remember that I always peeked at you through the crack in the door because you often came to school with bruises all over your body."

Bai Ji said, "The first time we met was earlier."

Lu Zhizhi asked in surprise: "Really? You remember so clearly what happened at that time? Do you still remember the first time we met?"

"Yes." Bai Ji walked up the creaking wooden steps, opened the window, entered the corridor, and said warmly, "The first time I saw you was here."

He went in and opened the door inside. It was a very spacious room without a lot of furniture. Photo albums of generations of family owners were hung on all sides on the beams.

If it weren't for the fact that Bai Ji's appearance and height were very standard for Chinese people, based on the decoration alone, Lu Zhizhi would have thought that he was of Japanese descent.