Quick Transmigration Blackening Big Brother Breeding Guide

Chapter 11

The small cubicle is designed by Lou Zhuang and is used for washing.

After a while, the sound of water sounded, and Wen Yu sat in the room with a blank expression, his ears felt a little hot.

Within a few seconds, this enthusiasm spread to his face again, and it became more and more intense.

He thought, Lou Zhuang didn't regard him as a man at all.

Wen Zhen was dizzy in the head, until Lou Zhuang came out of the shower, saw that he was sitting in the same position without changing his movements, stepped forward and kicked him: "It stinks, go take a bath."

Wen Yan covered his calf and grinned again, almost tearing up: "You are so fierce."

Lou Zhuang looked at the man's aggrieved appearance, briefly hooked her lower lip, and her raised fox eyes were clear and bright: "Don't ask for a beating."

Wen Yan choked, and jumped into the cubicle with one foot.

After closing the door, the residual aroma in the cubicle rushes into Wen Qi's nose.

It's not a girly aroma like strawberry, lemon, and vanilla, but a mint flavor that goes straight to the soul.

It smelled like bath liquid.

When he came out of the hospital not long ago, he smelled this peppermint scent when he was sitting behind Lou Zhuang.

Wen Xuan rubbed his fingers against his ears, clicked his tongue lightly, then took off his T-shirt, turned around and threw it into the basin.

After avoiding the plastered right foot and taking a shower, Wen Ping found a set of clothes on the shelf in the cubicle, with black short sleeves and large pants of the same color.

The style is loose, it looks like a men's style, and it is obviously prepared for him.

Wen Qi held it in his hand, feeling an inexplicable sourness in his heart.

But his clothes smelled like a trash can, if he took a shower and put them on again, they would probably be marinated in the morning, so he could only put on the clothes while suppressing the discomfort in his heart.

Opening the door of the cubicle and going out, I saw Lou Zhuang who was sitting by the bed beckoning to him: "Come here."

The tone was still cold, revealing a strong command tone.

Wen Yu dawdled on the spot for two seconds, seeing Lou Zhuang's expression gradually getting impatient, hurriedly stepped forward: "What's wrong?"

Lou Zhuang looked down at his plastered feet: "Is it wet?"

Wen Ting shook his head: "No."

It's not the first time he's had a plaster cast.

When he was in junior high school, his father got drunk and went crazy, and swung a stick around. In order to protect his mother, his father swung a stick on his arm. His arm was broken and he had a cast for a month.

Thinking of something, Wen Ping's light-colored lips were pursed a little bit, and his outline looked much colder.

Lou Zhuang didn't notice the strangeness of the young man, and patted the seat beside her: "Sit."

Wen Jing sat down as promised, stretched out her long legs, and looked at her sideways: "What's the matter?"

Lou Zhuang took out a bottle of safflower oil as if by magic, unscrewed the cap, and raised her chin to signal Wen Jing: "Pick up your clothes, and I'll give you the medicine."

Li Tianlong told her on the phone before that Wen Yu was seriously injured, and there were several bruises on his abdomen, and it was best to rub it away as soon as possible.

Wen Qin rubbed his lower abdomen through the clothes, and it still hurts, but after all, men and women are different, and it is better to keep a clear line between men and widows in the same room.

He shrank back and shook his head violently: "It's better not to."

Lou Zhuang directly dragged her to her front, and lifted up the hem of her clothes with a bang, revealing the young and beautiful abdominal muscles.

Wen Ting is a typical type who looks thin when he wears clothes and takes off his clothes. At first glance, he looks like a handsome and thin young man. Only when he peeled off his clothes did he realize that every inch of the young man's muscles are just right, with a very youthful look.

Lou Zhuang glanced at her eyes, then calmly looked away.

The place that has never been exposed to people suddenly turned cold. If it wasn't for Lou Zhuang's pressing down, Wen Yu would have jumped three feet high, like a cat that stepped on its tail: "Hey you."

(End of this chapter)