Quick Wear: She Became the Beloved of the Short-lived Male Supporting Character

Chapter 160 The Cannon Fodder Male Supporting Character in the End Times (8)

Wen Shaoqing could tolerate it once or twice, but after too many times, he warned this wild little zombie, "If you linger outside again, believe it or not, I will lock you out and never let you in again."

I thought they would surround and threaten her, but unexpectedly her eyes lit up and she looked very unhappy. Wen Shaoqing was so angry that he wanted to lock up this heartless zombie.

After breakfast, she was about to go out again. Wen Shaoqing grabbed her collar and led her into the room.

He pointed at the dark sky outside the window and said, "Can't you see it's going to rain? Stay indoors today. If you run around again, I'll break your legs."

This has become Wen Shaoqing's catchphrase, so she doesn't believe it.

Jiang Wan glanced outside. The sky was dark and the wind was blowing violently. It was indeed not suitable to go out. "We have already agreed on this."

"We agreed that you can cancel the appointment." He said expressionlessly.

"How rude! You won't have any friends if you do that. She lives next door. It won't take me more than two minutes to run over and tell her."

Wen Shaoqing stared at her, and she stared back without giving in.

Anyway, she doesn't blink, so her eyes won't feel sore.

He must have been the first to be defeated.

Wen Shaoqing lowered his eyes and glanced at his watch. "Two minutes, if you don't come back in two minutes, I..."

He wanted to say that he would lock her out, but he was afraid that what he said would play into her hands, so he changed his words and said, "If you don't come back in two minutes, I will drive your friends away and leave you without any friends."

She gritted her teeth.

After going out, she slammed the door loudly in his face.

Your temper is getting worse and worse!

When she came back, Wen Shaoqing glanced at the time.

She smiled proudly: "I counted in my mind, one minute and fifty-six seconds, and the time did not pass."

What a simple-minded guy.

Wen Shaoqing simply has no temper.

She sat on the carpet next to the coffee table, holding a picture album, like a little child, with her chin resting on the coffee table, holding a paintbrush and drawing on paper.

Wen Shaoqing walked behind her with tea in his hand and glanced at the painting she had drawn. After seeing what was drawn on it, his eyes twitched, and he leaned over, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and asked viciously, "Jiang Wan! Tell me what's in the painting?"

A man with a green face and fangs was holding a large devil's triangular fork in his hand and had a pair of black wings behind him. She did not forget to mark who this person was next to him.

——Wen Shaoqing, the big devil.

Jiang Wan shrank back and quickly covered the painting.

Wen Shaoqing laughed angrily, picked her up, held her shoulders and turned her around so that the little zombie was facing him, "Am I ugly?"

She shook her head.

"Looks scary?"

She continued to shake her head.

Wen Shaoqing took the paintbrush and put it in her palm, "Repaint it. If I'm not satisfied, I'll break your hand."

That kind of talk again.

Her ears are almost callused from listening so much.

She pouted and responded reluctantly.

Pointing at the sofa, he asked him to sit over there.

Wen Shaoqing, who had nothing to do, actually did as he was told.

She lay on the coffee table, her hands resting on her chin, and tilted her head to look at him. The man was wearing a black shirt, and his whole body was meticulous. The buttons of his shirt were buttoned up to the collar, and his whole body exuded an abstinence.

She stared at him without blinking, as if she was thinking about where to start.

Just when Wen Shaoqing was about to become impatient, she stood up, walked to Wen Shaoqing, raised her hand to unbutton his shirt, and Wen Shaoqing subconsciously held her hand.

The cold hands were pressing on his strong and powerful chest, and the constant heat was transmitted into the palms through the thin layer of clothes.

They were both stunned.

He saw the little zombie swallowing his saliva at him, "Unbutton a button, it will look good."

Wen Shaoqing was just about to shake the little zombie off when a loud thunder sounded outside. The little zombie was so scared that it quickly withdrew its hand and looked outside the house timidly.

"Ahem - it's just thunder, you don't have to be afraid."

The little zombie seemed not to hear what he said. He just stared outside, as if he was very interested in the thunder.

The sky was covered with thick clouds, and strong winds blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, making the sky darker and darker.

The lightning flashed, as if it was going to split the dark curtain in half.

Another thunder fell.

It was raining heavily, and the big raindrops hit the window sill, composing a fast and urgent melody.

The violent storm outside forms a sharp contrast with the quiet environment indoors.

The living room had floor-to-ceiling windows, and she wanted to stick her face against the window, concentrating on watching the heavy rain washing the ground outside.

The weather in the end times is changeable. Sometimes there is no rain for a month, and sometimes it rains continuously, and no one knows when the rain will stop.

Wen Shaoqing walked behind her, put one hand on her head, and said, "If you don't behave, I'll throw you out in the rain."

Jiang Wan snorted coldly, shrinking her neck without turning her head, "Jingxin will definitely feel sorry for me if she sees me getting wet in the rain, and will pick me up."

He said: "Don't think too highly of others and don't trust anyone."

She added, "You are also a human being."

"You don't stutter anymore. If I say one thing, you have to say three things in return. Do you think you'll be beaten up for three days?"

"If you dare to hit me, I will hit you too."

"Say it again." He narrowed his eyes and pinched the little zombie's jaw to make her turn back.

Jiang Wan said without blushing or beating her heart, "I will be good."

"Heh..." He scoffed lightly, but his eyes could not hide his happiness, and his mouth was not forgiving at all, "You might as well be a little zombie. Ever since you were able to speak, not a single word of truth has come out of your mouth."

Jiang Wan stopped talking, and he was dissatisfied again.

He carried the little zombie to the sofa, and lazily lay on the sofa, letting the little zombie massage his legs. He put his hands under his head and said with an enjoyable look: "Little zombie, tell me what stories you have heard these days."

Jiang Wan sat on the carpet, massaging his legs intermittently. When she heard what he said, she said, "General, your wife has been dead for three days; President, your wife has been dead for three days; Your Majesty, your princess has been dead for three days. Which one do you want to hear..."

Wen Shaoqing's eyelids twitched, and she thought of the colorful books she had found. She raised her eyelids and pursed her thin lips, "Shut up."

"Oh."

After pounding it a few times, she gave up and lay down on the sofa on the other side, looking like she had no energy to sleep.

Wen Shaoqing looked at her lazy appearance and said unhappily, "You are not good at anything and you eat nothing but nothing left."

Jiang Wan was so angry that she wanted to jump up and hit him.

Wen Shaoqing picked up the plush blanket on the sofa and threw it on her, covering her with it.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Wen Shaoqing stood up, and Jiang Wan beside him also took off the blanket. She moved faster than Wen Shaoqing, "It must be Jingxin."