Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 55 Go for it, Special Forces!

So, after Zhou Gangxun took another bath in his old house, he began to move.

He walked ahead alone, carrying a large bag and a suitcase, with Ruan Zhijuan following closely behind. She fanned herself with her hand and used Zhou Gangxun to shield her from the sun. "Zhou Gangxun, you need to buy me a sun umbrella next time. I've gotten so tanned... and the sun is so hot, it's burning my body... I'm covered in sweat..."

Zhou Gangxun, who was in front, remained silent: "..." So you think I can still have one hand to hold an umbrella for you now that I'm carrying three bags and a suitcase?

Keep it up, special forces soldier.

Anyone who often stands behind someone to block the sun knows that if you get too close, you'll step on their foot.

"Thud," Zhou Gangxun's shoe was stepped on and fell off, and he put it back on.

"Thud," it was stepped on again, and he put it back on.

"Smack..." No, it wasn't a thud, but rather the little silly dog ​​barking, "Aaaaaaah, Zhou Gangxun, you stepped on my foot!"

"Really?" Zhou Gangxun smirked. He thought Ruan Zhijuan liked this kind of thing, otherwise why would she keep stepping on him?

Ruan Zhijuan suddenly slammed into Zhou Gangxun's back. "Ouch, it's so hard... Zhou Gangxun, you hit my nose! My nose is about to bleed..."

He covered his nose with one hand and poked Zhou Gangxun's back and waist with his fingers in revenge, "Why is it so hard, like a big rock..."

Zhou Gangxun's body trembled reflexively from the poking, and then his skin began to burn as if splashed with oil, burning intensely. He suppressed a heavy breath, lifted his foot, turned to look at Ruan Zhijuan, grabbed his mischievous hand, and asked in a hoarse voice, frowning, "What's wrong?"

My nose is fine, not even red. My feet are fine too, clean and white... just a half-shoe print.

Bluster and affectation.

"My nose is all broken, I can't even breathe... And my foot, it's such a big foot, and so heavy, it must have broken my leg, how am I supposed to walk now..."

Oh, I can't walk.

Zhou Gangxun adjusted the position of a few bags, freeing one hand to lift Ruan Zhijuan up by her bottom. "Hold on tight yourself, I won't be responsible if you fall."

Ruan Zhijuan immediately obeyed and hugged Zhou Gangxun's neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "Hmph, you're all sweaty, so dirty... I'll wash you up. I wouldn't have come up if you hadn't begged me..."

Zhou Gangxun, carrying three bags, a suitcase, and himself, continued moving.

Now everything is fine, everything is fine :)

Finally, at midnight, Zhou Gangxun finished moving into his new home by himself, and Ruan Zhijuan was able to enjoy hot pot as she had wished.

So tender, the lamb meat.

Zhou Gangxun ordered a lot of meat, including lamb and beef, all thinly sliced, as well as some cold beef cubes and beef strips with chili sauce.

It's so delicious! The lamb isn't gamey at all; I heard it's from Inner Mongolia. The beef isn't tough either, but I don't know where this comes from.

The store manager also gave them two bottles of orange soda.

Ruan Zhijuan bit the straw of her half-empty bottle of soda, looking "ahead," but her two beautiful eyes quietly darted to her right, like a mouse, staring intently at the bottle of soda that Zhou Gangxun hadn't touched the whole way.

Zhou Gangxun, who had been feeling a strange gaze on him, thought, "..." Why is he always looking at things like that? Is he some kind of squint-eyed rat?

"Ahem..." Ruan Zhijuan cleared her throat loudly, then said with a glint in her eye, "Zhou Gangxun...you don't...hiccup, I remember you don't drink these kinds of sweet drinks, so I'll just have to drink them for you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Gangxun raised his hand and drank more than half the bottle in one gulp.

"..." Ruan Zhijuan's eyes widened suddenly. Ah, it wasn't for him...

He squinted his eyes resentfully. Why had Zhou Gangxun not drunk any of it the whole way? Was he just waiting for him to say that so he could drink it in front of him?

Wow, how awful! A bad thing is a bad thing! It's easy for Zhang San (the country) to change, but hard for Li Si (his nature) to change.

As Ruan Zhijuan was cursing in her heart, she saw Zhou Gangxun suddenly pour the remaining half bottle into his bottle.

"Drinking too much can lead to osteoporosis."

"Here we go again...he's spicy again, hehe." Ruan Zhijuan watched her bottle being filled up, pouted, and thought, "Hmph, at least he's sensible."

If Ruan Zhijuan had been in society for a long time and met more people, she would have known that this behavior was called "slapping someone and then giving them a sweet treat," and it was something that bad men loved to do.

Zhou Gangxun stared at Ruan Zhijuan, whose eyes had returned to normal. Now she didn't look like a mouse anymore, but like a little stupid dog.

He said slowly, "By then, all your teeth will be loose and your bones will be so fragile that they'll break at the slightest touch. At twenty, you'll be like a fifty or sixty-year-old man. You won't be able to eat anything, your legs won't be flexible, and you'll even need me to help you to the toilet. I'll have to wipe and wash your bottom."

Ruan Zhijuan swallowed hard, clearly frightened by the alarmist talk.

He stared intently at the orange soda in his hand. "So... I'll just drink this little bit, even a little bit... will make me lose teeth and look like an old man, and then... will you have to... wipe my butt for me?"

He can't become paralyzed before Zhou Gangxun, otherwise Zhou Gangxun will definitely feed him less and steal his food.

He couldn't let Zhou Gangxun clean up his mess either.

Zhou Gangxun might do something inappropriate to his buttocks.

"Once a week, one bottle at a time, at most one and a half bottles."

Zhou Gangxun gave Ruan Zhijuan a rule, staring at him intently, "From now on, I will label all snacks with the frequency and time you can eat them."

Ruan Zhijuan fell silent, unhappy. He pursed his lips and glared furtively at Zhou Gangxun.

Zhou Gangxun, the poor bastard, just didn't want him to spend his money. He kept saying he could spend it however he wanted and that he could ask him for more after spending the six hundred, but it was all a lie.

He will never trust Zhou Gangxun again; he's a bad man.

Looking at Ruan Zhijuan's furtive, dog-like expression with her eyes red, Zhou Gangxun said slowly, "From now on, apart from breakfast, there will be two meat dishes and one vegetable dish at every meal. You will have to eat both meat and vegetables."

Ruan Zhijuan, who was mentally beating up Zhou Gangxun's little doll, heard him say, "What did he say?" He said, "There are two meat dishes at every meal!" He said, "Braised pork ribs can be served with braised pork belly!" Hehe („ಡ зಡ„)

He picked up the Zhou Gangxun doll he had just tossed aside in his mind, smoothed it out, patted its head, placed it next to his pillow, covered it with a small blanket, and lay down with it.

"That's more like it..." Ruan Zhijuan pouted, muttering to herself, deciding to trust him for a little while longer (￣^￣).

"Want to learn about Demei Adult Education?" A person wearing a blue vest handed over a flyer.

A loudspeaker on another table announced, "Thirty is not too late for Tsinghua, forty is just right for Peking University, and fifty is the age to take the plunge..."

It was a nearby night school that came to recruit students.

Zhou Gangxun stopped in his tracks, took the flyer, and his gaze fell on the words "Adult Elementary School Class" before shifting to "Literacy Class." There were no lower-level classes available.

"If you have any questions, you can go to that table over there."

The girl handing out flyers pointed to a spot, then mysteriously turned to her colleagues and continued, "Have you heard something...?"

Ruan Zhijuan blinked her eyes, "Sister, listen to the shuttle, sister, listen to the shuttle."

He tilted his head and his ear smoothly perked up towards the girl who was speaking.

As the girl walked, she said, "Just now, a hearse carrying a body suddenly went out of control over the food street and veered onto the sidewalk, hitting and killing someone. The person was crushed, and their head was stuck under the tire before the vehicle finally stopped. It was terrifying..."

"Oh? I was thinking of going there to eat..."

"Let's go eat somewhere else," the girl continued. "The police are over there now, and a lot of vendors have left. Anyway... it's pretty creepy. People who are nearby say the hearse was completely empty."

"Empty?" Ruan Zhijuan exclaimed in surprise, her mouth agape.

The girl who spoke didn't notice who said it, but her supportive attitude made her speak even more vividly, "Isn't that right? And under the car... the dead person was still 'giggling' before he breathed his last."

"What are you laughing at... you're almost dead..." Ruan Zhijuan asked curiously as she leaned closer.

"I mean, it's like he's possessed... We'll talk about it later, we need to cross the street."

"Okay, okay," Ruan Zhijuan replied, completely forgetting about Zhou Gangxun. He didn't even realize that he had unknowingly walked two or three meters away with others while listening to gossip. He was about to follow them onto the pedestrian crossing when suddenly his neck tightened and he was grabbed. Ha, ha…

This was followed by a chilling, enigmatic question: "Where are you going?"

He saw Zhou Gangxun standing behind him with his head bowed, less than half a step away, his dark eyes staring intently at him.

He clutched course materials and brochures in his hand, and said, slowly and deliberately, "Did she seduce you with braised pork? Or did she hook you with chicken soup? Can't you control your legs?"

Both men and women followed him; they should really tie him up with a rope.

Isn't that right, wife?

"No..." Ruan Zhijuan groaned as the hot breath that kept hitting his ear was tickling him. He even felt that Zhou Gangxun had been chewing on his ear, and he could hear the saliva and teeth grinding clearly.

My knees buckled and I was about to fall forward.

But with Zhou Gangxun's hand firmly gripping the back of her neck, her body only swayed slightly.

Ruan Zhijuan's legs went weak, and she whimpered in her throat, "Zhou Gangxun, Zhou Gangxun... I want... I want to go to the toilet (´-﹏-`；) pee..."

"Hold it in." Zhou Gangxun's eyes darkened. He grabbed Ruan Zhijuan by the neck, lifted her up by the buttocks, and said, "Go home and pee."

They went back to their newly rented home.

His palm covered Ruan Zhijuan's lower abdomen, and he sneered, "I need to go to the toilet."

You're a liar; your bladder is empty no matter how much you try to fill it.

"Ah, Zhou Gangxun, why are you pressing on my stomach..." Ruan Zhijuan complained, pulling her legs together. The pressure from Zhou Gangxun's hot palm seemed to make her urge to urinate even stronger.

Zhou Gangxun said, "Let's check if you're lying."

Ruan Zhijuan trembled as if she needed to urinate, blinking her almond-shaped eyes at Zhou Gangxun, "Then...did I lie?"

Zhou Gangxun turned his head to look at him, then smiled suddenly, saying in a noble and languid tone, "No."

"So if you can't pee later, don't wear pants."