Sweet wife, don't make trouble, we won't divorce

Chapter 690
Zhan Moxiao looked at the drop by drop of the liquid medicine, and said without love, "I don't want to hear stories, ex-wife."

Ou Lan's originally enthusiastic face immediately sank, she picked up the scissors again, and Zhan Mo Xiao immediately changed her words, "You can do whatever you want, ex-wife."

Ou Lan pouted, smiled again, and then told him a story with her mobile phone.

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was a monk in the temple, and the monk had a vat..."

"I don't want to hear that story, ex-wife."

Ou Lan didn't say anything, just picked up the scissors and shook them.

Master Xiao, "You can do whatever you want, ex-wife."

Ou Lan glared at him, lowered her head and continued, "There is a basin in the jar, a spoon in the basin, and beans in the spoon."

Then, there was no more, Ou Lan didn't speak for a long time, but continued to search with her mobile phone.

Zhan Moxiao waited for a long time without waiting for the next sentence, so he stopped staring at the ticking infusion tube and turned to look at her, "Continue to tell that story."

Ou Lan raised her eyes and glanced at him, "I've finished speaking, I'll search for another one for you."

Zhan Moxiao, "..." Was that a complete story just now?

"Ex-wife, are you sure you've finished?"

"Ah."

"Then what's the point of your telling that story?"

"Tch, what meaning do you still think about a story?"

"Oh, well, you can do whatever you want."

After a while, Ou Lan found another story, "Once upon a time there was a river, and there was a bridge on the river, and an old Taoist on the bridge, and the old Tao had an urn..."

"I really don't want to hear that story, ex-wife."

"Fuck!" When the story was interrupted, Ou Lan was very annoyed, and directly grabbed the scissors and stared at him with a tiger's eye. Master Xiao immediately persuaded, "Cough, you can do whatever you want, ex-wife."

Ou Lan glared at him, put down the scissors again, and continued to tell her story, "There is a turtle in the urn."

Then there is no more text.

Zhan Moxiao stared and waited for a long time, "Is this story finished?"

"Ah."

Master Xiao, "..."

It seems that yesterday's shot hit the heart, it hurts so much.

He stared at his little daughter-in-law's face for a long time, and then he lost his image from laughing, and the wound on his chest that had just been stitched was hurting again, but he still couldn't help laughing, and raised his hand to cover the wound.

Ou Lan suddenly became nervous, dropped her phone and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Master Xiao, "I, that... want to sleep."

"Oh." Ou Lan quickly helped him to lie down, covered him with a quilt, and reprimanded him, "Can't you stop convulsing, what are you laughing at, you want to open the wound again?"

Zhan Moxiao looked at his little daughter-in-law's face speechlessly, and said to himself, can I not laugh, look at those two stories you told me!

Alas, forget it, there is a generation gap between him and his daughter-in-law.

In order to prevent himself from being scratched again by her, he decided to really sleep.

So, Master Xiao closed his eyes.

Ou Lan hesitated for a while, took off her coat and shoes, and got under the quilt as well.

Zhan Moxiao, "What are you doing, ex-wife?"

"Sleep with you."

"No need, ex-wife."

Ou Lan got up and was about to get the scissors, but Zhan Moxiao grabbed her, "You can do whatever you want, ex-wife."

Ou Lan poked her neck arrogantly, thinking to herself: Can't I deal with you?Stinky man!

After getting under the quilt again, she picked up her phone and searched again, "Zhan Moxiao, let me tell you another bedtime story."

Master Xiao resolutely fell asleep.

When there was no response, Ou Lan turned to look at him, "Zhan Mo Xiao?"

Nothing happens.

Pouted, she put down her phone, kissed his face, then leaned against him, staring at the infusion needle for him.

In a corner she couldn't see, Master Xiao slightly raised the corners of his lips, and his smile flowed down like honey.

(End of this chapter)