The Emperor of Hell's Green Plum Pillow She Escaped Again

After Heihuomian returned to his bedroom to take a shower and change clothes, he knocked on Baishuiru's bedroom door, but no one answered.

Fell asleep? Or didn't take a good shower?

Hei Huomian looked at the message he had sent two minutes ago, and without waiting for a reply, he knocked on the door again.

"Miss Bai, I'm Hei Huo Mian, I can come in," the man paused and added seriously:

"Come in to work?"

Still no one answered in the bedroom.

Hei Huomian closed his eyes and quickly gave up the idea of ​​putting his ear to the door to eavesdrop, but he still looked around the corridor guiltily.

Half a minute later, he knocked on the door for the third time. When still no one answered, he opened the door and walked in slowly.

In the bedroom, two bedside lamps create a dim, warm and peaceful atmosphere.

There are three burning scented candles on the small table next to the bed, which is particularly eye-catching.

The mixed floral scent that wafted freely around quickly captured the man's attention and softened his heart, so much so that he didn't even notice the laziness and weariness that was brewing in his heart.

Hei Huomian recognized that the scented candle in the clear glass cup tied with a translucent ribbon was from the white flower scent series product "Youxi" developed by his group at the request of his mother.

There is no doubt that it was brought by the maid who did my daily SPA and lit it on her own initiative.

A faint humming sound came from the bathroom, invading Hei Huomian's mind with an uncaring step.

The picture of a little girl leaning back in the bathtub, using a spoon as a drumstick to beat the bottom of a can of ice cream she had eaten clean, her body swaying to the rhythm.

It's something she can do.

Hei Huomian couldn't help but chuckle, put the computer on the small table, and moved the bedside stool and single sofa that had been put together back to their original positions.

As he sat down at the small table, he gradually became aware of the unusual fragrance in the bedroom.

The fragrance is as bright and enchanting as moonlight, illuminating the only gentle place in the bedroom that seems to be shrouded in a veil.

This is... the scented candle that my mom only lights in the bedroom?!

Because of this realization, Heihuo Mian realized that the hot blood had already rushed to his head, rushed to the tips of his ears, spread to his neck, and even steam was coming out of the top of his head.

He immediately bit the tip of his tongue, stood up and strode to the bedside table. Just as he was about to blow out the scented candle that had given rise to his lawless fantasies, he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening behind him.

"Boss, you are here."

Husband, you are back.

Hei Huomian stiffened his body unconsciously and swallowed.

It sounds so much like the coquettish voice of a newlywed wife who has been waiting for her husband to come back for a long time and has taken a bath and prepared to go to bed first.

It's like a husband taking a shower efficiently and preparing to be with his wife...

Different versions of the famous painting scrolled clearly before Hei Huomian's eyes, with the only constant theme being:

They are all "The Birth of Venus".

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, then stood up and opened the ventilation window.

After taking a few deep breaths against the night breeze, he uttered an ambiguous "hmm", returned to his desk, and began randomly tapping on the computer keyboard.

"Boss, you are busy..." Bai Shuiru yawned, covering her lips, "I'm going to sleep first."

The boss's education is really excellent, he always sits upright and is serious.

Seeing this makes me want to meditate and stay awake.

However, under the dual effects of lavender essential oil and the scent of aromatherapy candles, Bai Shuiru, who was already extremely sleepy, yawned two or three times in succession.

"Wait, I have a question."

The little girl was getting into bed and covering herself with the quilt at 0.5 times the speed. Through the screen and the mist in her eyes, she looked deeply at her boss who was working diligently. After another yawn, she slowly responded:

"……Um?"

Bai Shuiru's voice was obviously tinged with fatigue, and her tears were flowing out like a dam due to continuous yawning. She wiped her tears and sniffed her nose without caring about her manners.

"Why did you reject the advice of those two female floaters?"

Another yawn came, and Bai Shuiru, whose hearing was temporarily weakened, was puzzled: "What?"

Is ice cream gender specific?

So have I been eating Lu Haizi ice cream or Lan Haizi ice cream?

On the other side of the screen, Hei Huo Mian, who was unaware of the situation, continued to ask slowly:

"You are not as afraid of ghosts as I am. Although it is a bit troublesome to exchange the underworld's ghost money for human currency, it is also a good opportunity to develop your jewelry sales market."

Bai Shuiru lay down and turned over, hugging the soft quilt in her arms. Her words of complaint were as soft as the quilt in her arms:

"I have a bad impression of the underworld."

Hei Huomian's heart suddenly tightened for no reason.

If she is really my little brush, then where does her bad impression of the underworld come from?

As a writing brush, I use it to write and hold it in my hand when I sleep; the rest of the time, I basically keep it in my clothes... Is it possible?!

Hei Huomian pulled up his clothes and lowered his head to sniff.

I have used this incense for more than 100,000 years...

His handsome face was suddenly filled with shock, embarrassment and dejection, and he slumped to the ground.

Is it because I smell bad?

Heihuo Mian, don't scare yourself.

Bai Shuiru may not be my little brush, so I must first confirm her identity.

The little girl's even breathing penetrated the screen and gently tickled the man's heart; occasionally she made a smacking sound and poked his face playfully like a naughty child.

I really miss her unique sheep-like snoring.

The man bit his tongue, stood up quickly, straightened his clothes, moved the mouse to open a document, and tried to concentrate on reviewing it.

I have to think of another way to confirm as soon as possible whether she is a small brush.

Otherwise, incidents like tonight, which almost exposed my identity, will continue to happen.

Hei Huomian bit his tongue again, forcing himself to calm down. After reviewing more than ten documents, a light coral color appeared faintly in the dark blue sky.

Hei Huomian packed up his laptop and documents, put the stool back in place, and was about to leave quietly, but he couldn't help but stop.

Take a sneak peek while she's asleep?

The man stood there frowning and hesitating for half a minute, then he walked around the screen and quietly poked his head out, only to see Bai Shuiru suddenly sit up and mutter, "Go away!"

Hei Huomian was so frightened that he quickly bowed to apologize and turned away.

Unexpectedly, the little girl's whisper came from behind the screen: "I don't want to shave! Meh~!"

When Hei Huomian was about to reach the door, he stopped where he was, pressed his pounding chest, closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

...It turned out to be a dream.

This person really can't do anything wrong.

Hei Huomian left Bai Shuiru's bedroom, gently turned the door lock and closed the door, then turned around and saw Uncle Nan standing straight behind him.

"Nan, Uncle~!"

Hei Huomian tried hard to lower his voice which was fluctuating with fear and shame, he took a breath, calmed down and asked:

"Why are you standing here like a ghost and scaring me?"

"Master, good morning!"

Uncle Nan bowed to hide the smile that was obviously being suppressed in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I called you twice."

"Oh, good morning."

Hei Huomian knew he was in the wrong, so he pushed up his sunglasses and cleared his throat.

"Have you woken up yet?"

"The young master is washing up."

"Okay, I'll be down in a minute to have breakfast with him."

Hei Huomian opened the door of his bedroom, took half a step, hesitated, and suddenly turned around and called Uncle Nan.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"You...you come closer, closer."

Hei Huomian looked at the end of the passage and confirmed that no one was nearby. Then he lowered his voice and said:

"You smell my..." He paused, lowered his voice by five points, and continued with his lips: "Fragrance."

Uncle Nan moved a little closer, waved his hand near Heihuo Mian's chest, and sniffed.

"Master's incense, 'Ming·Si', was made by you personally after Miss Shuiru left. Currently, it is made with agarwood as the base."

"It reminds me of the last look back at the world when the sunset will completely merge into the dusk, expressing that your resentment towards Shuiru's departure has been replaced by a strong longing, as well as your regret and nostalgia for not finding her."

"Didn't you lie to me?"

"Master, you know me as well as I know you."

“Well written.”

Hei Huomian waved his hand and pushed the door into his bedroom, "It's okay."

Uncle Nan stood there and bowed slightly.

It seems that the young master has fallen deeply in love with this Miss Bai.

After washing up, Hei Huomian went downstairs, picked up his younger brother who had just had breakfast at the dining table, and left the restaurant with his small schoolbag, walking towards his car.

"Wanwan, how about we play a game? Guess what was eaten by smelling it."

"Okay! Wanwan can play with Mianmian first, and then play with Youtiao when she goes back!" Nuotuanzi clapped happily.

"Wanwan comes first?"

Hei Huowan stretched out his short little arms and hugged Hei Huomian, his chubby little face pressed against the man's light pink sweatshirt.

"Mianmian smells like toothpaste mint and green tea. Didn't Mianmian just drink tea in the morning and not have breakfast?"

Hei Huomian asked worriedly, "What else?"

"No more!"

The preference for scent varies so much from person to person; I shouldn’t have asked others, but should have asked her directly!

"It's time to sleep, it's time to sleep."

Nuotuanzi clapped his hands and cheered, interrupting Heihuomian's thoughts.

"Okay~!"

Hei Huomian held his younger brother, sniffed him, and then put him down.

"I had fried eggs, raspberries, mushrooms, and rice porridge every night."

"There are also tomatoes, chopped nuts and three skewers of roast beef." Glutinous Tuanzi took the teacher's hand and waved to his eldest brother, "See you tonight, Mianmian."

"See you tonight."

The man got into the car, lightly touched his lips of moderate thickness with his index finger, and contemplated the mottled green grass outside the car window.