The big guy is different from the outside [Transmigration Book]

"Old Wu, Lao Wu, hurry up and let someone take a look." Mr. Wu said "Ouch", seeing Ying Zhaoli's miserable state, his heart ached.

Uncle Wu immediately went to the family doctor.

The family doctor looked at it and said, "There is nothing wrong with it, it just looks a little scary."

Ying Zhaoli's entire upper arm was covered with black and blue marks, and if you look carefully, you can still see five fingers surrounding the arm.

"When the time comes, just rub it with safflower oil, and you'll be fine." The family doctor said, "Knead it for two more days, and when the traces are gone, you don't need to rub it."

"All right, all right, this job will be handed over to Nan Fei." Mr. Wu immediately threw the matter out. This is a good opportunity to cultivate feelings, and he won't come to join in the fun.

Wu Nanfei could only agree, he was responsible for the injury on this person's body.

Ying Zhaoli looked at him eagerly, he just injured his right hand this time: "Hand hurts so much, I don't need to practice calligraphy anymore."

Wu Nanfei laughed lightly when he heard this: "Ying Zhaoli, you still have the big heart."

"Practice calligraphy? What practice calligraphy?" Mr. Wu was curious.

"Nothing!" How could such a thing be said.

Doesn't it mean that everyone knows that what I wrote is dog lying!No no no!can not say!

"You know you're shy now?" Wu Nanfei raised his eyebrows.

Seeing that they didn't intend to say anything, Mr. Wu was not interested, so he left the restaurant first, and he didn't forget to remind before leaving: "You must rub it for Xiaoli."

Ying Zhaoli laughed out loud, and then laughed silently after being glanced at by Wu Nanfei. It took a while before he stopped: "I was planning to surprise you just now."

"How do you say, I messed up your plan."

Ying Zhaoli just wanted to say "um", but stopped abruptly: "That's not the case, it's just that there is a little less surprise."

He asked Wu Nanfei to sit down first, and then went to the kitchen to bring out the cold preserved egg and lean pork porridge with preserved egg.

Wu Nanfei glanced at it, and there was nothing wrong with it in terms of color and fragrance.

"Dangdangdang~" Ying Zhaoli walked over and gave himself a bgm: "I made this for you with my own hands, try it."

Wu Nanfei looked at the food in front of him and didn't know how to put his mouth down.

Ying Zhaoli watched him hesitate to move his chopsticks, could it be that he doesn't like to eat preserved eggs?

No way, preserved eggs are so delicious and you don’t like to eat them?

Well, there are exceptions, he doesn't like coriander.

Ying Zhaoli was thinking about it, and then he had a flash of inspiration: "Wait for me to get you a spoon!"

He was so anxious when he brought it out that he even forgot to get a spoon for Wu Nanfei.

He said why Wu Nanfei didn't eat it, it's fine if he didn't eat it, Wu Nanfei is really bad, so he didn't say anything, and he didn't know he didn't take it until he found out.

The taste of Ying Zhaoli's porridge with preserved egg and lean meat is actually the same as the outside. It's neither good nor bad.

Wu Nanfei took a bite and commented: "It's not bad."

good!Wu Nanfei said it was okay!Then the preserved egg and lean pork porridge he made is top-notch and delicious!

Wu Nanfei has a picky mouth!

The villain in Ying Zhao's heart is about to jump out, it's really good, it's the first time to cook and get such a high evaluation.

This is a shiny five-star review!

Ying Zhaoli looked forward to it: "Then you try the cold salad, the cold salad."

Wu Nanfei took a sip and rated it as okay.

Oh, Ying Zhaoli is about to fly.

I'm so good, Ying Zhaoli praised herself fiercely in her heart.

Wu Nanfei looked sideways at him several times.

Is it okay to be so happy?

"Let's go, go to the bathroom." Wu Nanfei stood up after eating, and took the safflower oil that the family doctor put on the table in his hand.

"Ah?" Ying Zhaoli: "Oh."

Go to the bathroom and ask Wu Nanfei to rub his arm.

God, how dare you think, let Wu Nanfei rub his arm.

Ying Zhaoli excitedly followed behind Wu Nanfei.

Come to the bathroom.

Wu Nanfei commanded: "Turn up your clothes."

The clothes that Ying Zhaoli was wearing were very thin and could be pulled up easily.

As soon as he pulled it up, the blue marks on his arm spread terrifyingly on his arm.

Ying Zhaoli gasped, "It's so scary!"

"No wonder I'm in so much pain!"

Wu Nanfei poured safflower oil into his hand, and the pungent and pungent smell filled the whole space for a moment.

The hands with well-defined joints were stained with red liquid, and the excess that was too late to apply slid down the palms to the wrists, and gradually disappeared.

He kept rubbing his hands against each other to generate heat, allowing the safflower oil to fully exert its medicinal effect.

The warm palm leaned against the already chilled arm.

Before he got close, Ying Zhaoli could feel waves of heat coming towards him, until he touched it completely, the burning heat like a furnace coupled with the tingling pain in his arm made Ying Zhaoli scream out directly.

"Take it easy! Brother! Big brother! Take it easy!" Ying Zhao Li Pain screamed, dodging to one place.

When he was about to dodge completely, Wu Nanfei's arms were bent to firmly fix Ying Zhaoli's fluttering shoulders.

Wu Nanfei's voice was calm and magnetic: "Don't move."

His voice softened because of the pain: "It hurts, take it easy."

The corners of Ying Zhaoli's eyes would turn red whenever there were tears. He was holding his clothes with one arm. The clothes he was wearing today were already baggy. No more.

The sexy collarbone embodies its perfect value at this moment, and it looks like a fragile white flower that will shatter when touched.

Wu Nanfei's gaze ranged from his lovely arm to his shoulder, and then to his collarbone that was climbing outwards. It was extremely beautiful. The collar of his clothes completely covered the beauty below, which was a bit mysterious, which made people constantly want to explore.

Finally back to the very beginning.

Wu Nanfei didn't know why he wanted to drink water, he slightly covered up his hoarse voice: "I can't take it lightly, hold on, and sit down."

Wu Nanfei loosened the ring to wrap around his arm, and continued to knead the sensual arm, but the sensuality was not superfluous, and the strength of his hands became calm and light.

Even so, Ying Zhaoli was still howling, even tears were secreted.

"It really hurts so much?" Wu Nanfei didn't understand.

Isn't it just rubbing your arms, as for crying and shouting?

Ying Zhaoli whimpered softly: "Yes."

Aside from the pain, Ying Zhaoli still didn't forget to tease Wu Nanfei: "Give me a hug and I won't hurt anymore."

It doesn't hurt anymore if you blow it to me, it's the same.

Wu Nanfei mocked lightly: "It seems that it still doesn't hurt enough."

He returned to the strength he had started at the beginning, and there was not a word he could hear from his mouth.

Ying Zhaoli began to yelp again, but this time it was fixed quickly.

The bathroom was completely occupied by the smell of safflower oil, and Wu Nanfei's hands were covered with brown color, and the original skin color could be seen only after he washed it off.

"Okay, let's go out." Wu Nanfei's eyes darkened.

He stretched out a hand towards Ying Zhaoli, but Ying Zhaoli dodged it. He paused his hand and continued to move forward, finally pulling up Ying Zhaoli's loose clothes.

"Don't wear low-necked clothes in the future."

No security awareness at all.

Ying Zhaoli blinked and explained dryly: "I thought you were going to hit me just now."

"Why should I hit you?" Wu Nanfei was puzzled.

In his impression, it seemed that he had only hit him this time, and it wasn't intentional.

Oh, another time, spanking, who told him to be disobedient.

"I don't know." Ying Zhaoli shook his head.

"Since you don't know, it proves that I won't hit you."

Ying Zhaoli glanced at him faintly: You didn't say why you spanked my ass last time.

It's definitely not because the handwriting is too ugly, and he doesn't go out to write, so why should it be so beautiful, it's enough.

"Okay, let's go back, aren't you cold staying here?" Wu Nanfei was not in the mood to talk to him so much.

When he said this, he felt a cool breeze all over his body.

He grabbed Wu Nanfei's wrist, and at the same time drove Wu Nanfei to run towards the bed: "It's warm in the bed."

However, as soon as he ran to the bed, Wu Nanfei stopped him: "Don't lie down, the safflower oil is not dry yet."

Waiting for a bed of safflower oil.

He doesn't have a cleanliness fetish, but he can't stand a dirty bed either.

Ying Zhaoli feels wronged: "Oh."

If you accuse him with your eyes, then why are you asking him to come to bed, to play?

"Sit on the bed, don't lie down." Wu Nanfei couldn't stand being watched by him.

Why does this person feel wronged all day long?

The boy does not cry easily.

"Then I'll wait for you." Ying Zhaoli said, "I will definitely protect the safflower oil on this arm."

"Just protect your arm."

So fragile, if he exerted a little force just now, could he break the bone.

Ying Zhaoli dawdled for a while before leaning on the bed: "You go, you go."

Wu Nanfei: "..."

Wu Nanfei left without looking back.

Ying Zhaoli took out his phone and took two pictures of his arms before he realized it.

Ying Bold, you are getting bolder and bolder, and you actually drove Wu Nanfei away.

His pupils dilated slightly.

Ying Zhaoli stretched out a hand to him, pointing back and forth cleverly, the number of times of boldness today is a bit too much, I can live a few more times.

Death, life, death, life, when he stopped when he reached the penultimate finger, he directly reversed the situation, the last one was, life!

Wu Nanfei, if you drank my porridge, you promised to let me go.

Ying Zhaoli kept making up his mind, and at the same time sent Wu Nanfei a message, sending the photo he just took.

【Should be taken away】: [picture]

【Should be taken away】: [picture]

[Ying Zhaoli]: I will take good care of it.

It, safflower oil.

[Wu Nanfei]: I hope.

it, the arm.

Seeing the news, Wu Nanfei's face softened slightly.

Wait for him to return to the room.

Ying Zhaoli had already lay down in a daze, lying peacefully on the bed, half of his body was not covered by the quilt, even his clothes were pulled up by him, revealing his gleaming white waist, dazzling.

Wu Nanfei walked over in an unhurried pace, he could easily hold Ying Zhaoli's fist hand, helped him tear off his clothes, and pulled up the quilt.

Unexpectedly, when Ying Zhaoli moved, his body twisted irregularly.

Wu Nanfei: "..."

This man has really good ligaments.

Such difficult movements can be done with ease.

Ying Zhaoli moaned and burrowed his head into the quilt, leaving only the back of his black head outside: "Cold."

Heh, dogs sleep better than you.

Waking up in the morning, Ying Zhaoli found that she was almost squeezed to the other side.

He half-opened his eyes, and when he vaguely saw that there was no one beside him, he thought that Wu Nanfei had already gone to work, so he turned over.

A huge handsome face appeared in front of Ying Zhaoli's eyes, and he was so frightened that he flicked back.

Seeing Wu Nanfei slowly open his eyes again, he was the first to sue the villain, fiercely: "You are taking my position."

In Wu Nanfei's eyes, this expression was not threatening at all.

"Are you sure?" Wu Nanfei said calmly.

I'm not sure, but he doesn't admit it.

"I'm sure, you must have slept dishonestly and secretly threw me here." Ying Zhaoli nodded.

Ying Zhao Li is stupid and cute.

"Then do you want to see it?"

"Look at what?"

"Look who sleeps dishonestly."

Ying Zhaoli was shocked: "Are you on the monitor in the bedroom?!"

"Thinking about what?"

Hearing this, Ying Zhaoli felt relieved, he thought Wu Nanfei was such a pervert, but when he heard his next sentence, his heart arose again.

"I recorded it."

Damn, you are not human!

Ying Zhaoli threw herself on Wu Nanfei and stared at him fiercely: "It's not me."

The soft body threw itself on Wu Nanfei, and even bounced a bit.

Ying Zhaoli's hard-pressed expression was not fierce at all.

Wu Nanfei sighed in his heart, but he seemed to be acting cute instead.

"Tell me, why not you."

Ying Zhaoli put one hand on Wu Nanfei's chest, counted a lot of useless nonsense in high spirits, and continued to stare at him fiercely: "It's not me anyway."

Underneath Wu Nanfei was pressed by his warm body, with complicated eyes, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and tight lips. Even so, Wu Nanfei still looked calm and indifferent, without showing any expression.