Inferior pampering

Summary + Chapter 1

Summary:

Slag Gong becomes a doting wife, a madman, bking gray wolf A×The value of force explodes, before being dull, then white cutting, black cat, cat, reporter OThe naughty He Zhuo pinched his eyes and looked down on his married wifeJi Tingyu is a low-quality O, dull and boring, but he has a good skin that can be seen but not touched.He had been staring at it for half a year, and he couldn't even touch his little hand.On the wedding night, Ji Tingyu, who had just taken a shower, bit her hair tie and tied her braids, the kitten ears on the top of her head were trembling slightlyHe Zhuo couldn't help himself, and reached out to touch the end of his hair.An over-the-shoulder fall and was pushed to the ground, little O shivered like a frightened bird and shrank in the corner, terrified: "...Brother?"He Zhuo turned cold, got up and left, Ji Tingyu quickly grabbed him: "Don't go, brother can make me drunk..."He Zhuo: "I'll just say it's disgusting, don't push yourself like this."He thought he was disgusted by his wife and lived together for three years, he was extremely coldOn the night of the wedding anniversary, I just received the last video of Ji Tingyu before he was dyingThe dying little o was lying in a pool of blood, hugging his pheromone-stained pajamas: "Sorry brother, I couldn't make it back for this year's anniversary."At the moment of heartache, He Zhuo realized that he was completely wrongOn the wedding night after rebirth, Ji Tingyu was stressed again, and He Zhuo hugged him directly: "Wife, can you kiss my little paw again?"Later, Xiao O, wearing a camouflage uniform, was hugged by He Zhuo on his shoulders."If you touch your shoulder, you have to do it." He Zhuo kissed the tip of his nose: "I've hugged you so many times, why don't you know it's me?"Fortunately, he can do it all over again, and in this life, he will love that little machine

Chapter 1 Give me back his body

　　"Brother, give me Xiaoyu's body. Since he married me, he should be buried in my house."

　　He Zhuo was wearing a dark suit, with a fresh white rose pinched between his fingers, and the expensive fabric on his chest outlined the outline of his square chest muscles as he walked.

　　When passing through the crowded hall, the glass windows on both sides reflected his cold and thin jawline, like a black swan who lost his partner in a quiet lake shrouded in mist, elegant and decadent.

　　And the one lying in the camphor coffin in the hall is indeed his lover of three years, Ji Tingyu.

　　Half a month ago, Ji Tingyu, who was on vacation for more than half a year, was temporarily assigned to follow the interview in the Syst theater. Seven days ago, he died in the battle.

　　From the news of his death to the return of the body, his brother Ji Tinglan was in full charge, and Ji Tinglan forbade He Zhuo to visit him.

　　Even now, as a husband, he wants to mourn his lover, but he is turned away.

　　"Get out!"

　　The teapot filled with water was smashed out of the mourning hall following Ji Tinglan's angry shout, and rushed straight to He Zhuo's head, and fell to pieces on his forehead with a "crack", and the dark red blood flowed out instantly, trickling Down.

　　And He Zhuo just lowered his eyebrows expressionlessly, raised his legs and continued to walk in.

　　The huge mourning hall was originally surrounded by reporters, but now there is a passage in the middle of the road like Moses divided the sea.

　　The young Master He walked in the front, followed by two rows of well-trained bodyguards, all of whom were tied with black veils of condolence.

　　Walking all the way to the warning line that Ji Tinglan specially blocked for him, He Zhuo glanced down at the fake belt around his waist, and said softly: "Brother, let me go in, you know this can't stop me."