Boss, she was forced to be the wife

Chapter 4

"Wife master?"

Mo Luo fell down with a bang, catching Qiao Runzhi and others by surprise. They watched Wan Mo Luo's hill-like figure fall to the ground. For a moment, no one dared to help him.

Dan'er was the closest. He glanced at Mo Luo who was unconscious on the ground, then at the crowd, and finally locked his eyes on Qiao Runzhi.

"Brother Run's wife is in charge of her."

Qiao Runzhi came to his senses, walked to Wan Moluo's side first, and stretched out two fingers to probe Wan Moluo's breath.

"Don't look, it's probably dead, so hurry up and send it to her!"

Wei Xicai said nonchalantly, wishing he could bury Wan Mo Luo in the soil right now, set up a monument, and then engrave it - the tomb of Wan Mo Luo, the invincible idiot bastard in the universe.

Qiao Runzhi glanced at Wei Xicai disapprovingly. In Wan Moluo's family, Qiao Runzhi was actually the most respected by everyone.

Most of the men were rescued by Qiao Runzhi and had to take good care of him. Even if Wan Moluo had a bad temper, it was Qiao Runzhi who took the initiative to shoulder most of the storm.

In the eyes of everyone, Qiao Runzhi can be said to be a big brother and patriarch.

Qiao Runzhi probed Wan Moluo's breath and found that he was still breathing, and stretched out his hand to help Wan Moluo up.

As soon as I reached my hand to the back of my head, I felt something wet and hot. When I picked it up, I found that my hand was covered in blood!

"This"

Dan'er who was the closest was also taken aback. Qiao Runzhi frowned slightly. He had been married to Wan Moluo for three years, so he naturally knew about Wan Moluo's peeing nature.

Either he went to the casino and lost the bet, or he went to the Chuling Pavilion and was kicked out. In short, he was beaten severely.

"Jiliang, Dan'er, please help me to help my wife into the house first."

Ji Liang glanced at Wan Moluo, and was extremely reluctant to get up, but since it was Qiao Runzhi who spoke, he would give Qiao Runzhi face even if he was unwilling a hundred times.

So the three men used a lot of strength and tremblingly moved Wan Moluo, who had completely passed out, to the room on the right.

Wan Moluo's house is indeed very simple, the entrance is the kitchen and the dining table, on the left is the Datong shop of the husbands, and on the right is Wan Moluo's own room.

Eight people lived under a small roof, barely clothed, hungry, and sleepless.

Ji Liang struggled to throw Mo Luo's thick thigh on the bed in disgust, sat on the edge of the bed and gasped for a few breaths, pouted and tilted his head to look at Qiao Runzhi who was cleaning Wan Mo Luo's wound:

"Brother Runzhi, just leave her alone!"

Ji Liang also had a very bad impression of Wanmoluo. In the two years since he fled, even though he had a shelter from the wind and rain, Wanmoluo never treated him and Jichen as the same person. .

Kira had long had enough of being beaten and scolded, taken advantage of, and humiliated at will. Kira had long had enough of this kind of life. He would rather be a refugee and die on the way to escape.

When Kira's home was not flooded, although Ku Han did some small business, he and Ji Chen went to school.

Ji Chen lost his father and mother when he was young, and lived in Kira's house all year round. Although the two are cousins, they are better than brothers. If the family was not destroyed by the flood, at this time, Ji Liang had already taken Ji Chen to test the man in the capital. Academy is gone.

How can I stay here and live a miserable life?
Qiao Runzhi knew that Ji Liang was worried, so he did not stop moving his hands, as if he was used to Ji Liang's words:
"Jiliang, go and get me a basin of water."

"Ugh!"

Jiliang waved his sleeves angrily. He is quite a man of letters. Even though he is down to this point, he still stubbornly wears gray and white wide sleeves. Maybe this will make him remember to work hard in this quagmire.

Looking at the back of Jiliang leaving in anger, Qiao Runzhi also sighed.

He didn't know that Wan Mo Luo was unreliable, but for some reason, there was always a glimmer of expectation in his heart.

Qiao Runzhi always thought that one day Wan Moluo would be different.

He closed his eyes and recalled their first encounter:
The little Wan Moluo defeated a group of children who bullied him. It was the first time he went out with his parents. He was unfamiliar with the place and was bullied.

She just appeared like that, and then lifted all the bad boys away, pulled him up, dusted off his body, and smiled and told him not to be afraid.

She also told him: You are so good-looking!

Just this shocking moment in his childhood and a few nice words supported Qiao Runzhi to reach his current situation.

Is it really worth it for people who have abandoned their relatives and left their homes to live such a miserable life?
Qiao Runzhi's heart was bitter, and memories and reality were repeatedly intertwined in his mind. His heart was sour and he even whimpered in his mouth. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with sadness at this moment, and a crystal clear teardrop fell from his eyes.

It passed through his thin and handsome face and dripped on the mattress, dizzy, blurred, and finally disappeared.

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When Mo Luo recovered his consciousness, he only felt that he was in nothingness, his eyes were foggy, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Sister Momo."

"Sister Momo! Come and see!"

The sound was familiar, and it came to Mo Luo's ears one by one from far to near.

A white light flew towards Mo Luo quickly, before Mo Luo blocked it with his hand, the white light engulfed Mo Luo.

When Mo Luo felt comfortable and opened his eyes again, he saw himself sitting on the sofa in the villa.

"Sister Momo, what are you in a daze for?"

A crisp and delicate little girl's voice reached Mara's ears.

Mo Luo felt as if there was a thunderous thought in his mind, and turned around suddenly. Sure enough, sitting next to him was a little girl in a pink dress, with long dark brown hair, who looked like a doll.

The little girl seemed to be frightened by Mo Luo. She looked at Mo Luo with some worry and stretched out her little white lotus-like hand to touch Mo Luo's forehead.

Feeling the warmth of his little hands, Mo Luo seemed to come back to his senses, looked at the little girl uncertainly, and called out a name:
"Duodo."

Hearing Mo Luo call her, Duoduo grinned, her two shallow dimples were very beautiful.

"Sister Momo, don't be distracted. You and I have recently read a new novel, which is very touching."

Mo Luo swallowed. The little girl named Duo Duo in front of him was met by Mo Luo when he was performing an assassination mission.

That was a drug lord in Southeast Asia. Moro received the task from the killer organization to assassinate him perfectly.

The drug lord was cautious and ruthless, and a difficult person to deal with, so the organization thought of letting a killer sneak into his home as an undercover agent to find the right opportunity to assassinate him.

And Dodo is the youngest and most beloved daughter of the drug lord.

After Moro took over this task, under the arrangement of the organization, he quickly entered the drug lord's home under the name of the tutor - Romomo.

Mo Luo didn't know what method the organization used to forge her identity information, and she didn't know who was going to assassinate the drug lord.

What the organization needs is a killing machine without emotion, and Mo Luo is a killing machine cultivated by the organization.

The first person she came into contact with the most was Duoduo, the drug lord's youngest daughter.

She is innocent and innocent. The drug lord is doing the most despicable business by himself, yet he raises his daughter like a little angel.

Dodo's favorite thing is to pull her sister Momo to talk non-stop.

From the decoration at home, to the maid butler around me, to the novels and anime I read.

She seems to be like a little trumpet, always having joy and always having stories.

She is completely different from Mo Luo. Once Mo Luo looked at the ten-year-old Duo Duo, what he thought in his heart was——

When I was ten years old, I followed the killer organization to the tropical rainforest to survive. I ate raw meat and sewage every day, slept on trees, and drank in rivers.

People are really different
It's just that this kind of thinking is only born in the illusion of peace after a long time of leisure in Mara. She is still the killer who kills without blinking an eye, and she will never forget her mission and mission.

So that on a dull day, after Mo Luo successfully killed the drug lord, he walked into Duoduo's room calmly, told her a bedtime story, and left silently.

Mo Luo paid no attention to what happened after that.

It was Mora's fate to choose to become the organization's killing machine, and as she grew older, she discovered that it was her own choice.

Even though he could leave the organization at some cost, Moro still stubbornly chose to stay.

She is inherently paranoid and doesn't know how to adapt. Even if she has learned the best disguise, she will have to live in disguise for the rest of her life.
She doesn't want to.

Mo Luo knew that the present appearance was the true self.

"Sister Momo!!!"

Mo Luo looked up in a daze, and for some reason fell into memories unconsciously. She was not a sentimental person, but at this moment, memories flashed in her mind like a revolving lantern.

It wasn't until a sullen child's voice sounded that Mo Luo was brought back to reality.

"Why are you distracted again!!! I'm going to be angry!!!"

Looking at Duoduo standing in front of him with her hands on her hips like a little pufferfish, Moro pulled the corner of her clothes and motioned her to sit down.

Although Duoduo was angry, she still sat down, hugging her shoulders and stubbornly refusing to talk to Mara.

"Sorry, don't be angry, I'll listen to your story about the novel."

These words may not be useful to other people, but they are very useful to Dodo. Seeing her smiling for a moment, Mo Luo knew what she meant, and stretched out his little finger to hook Dodo's little finger:
"I'm going to be distracted again, I'm just a puppy."

Mara clearly remembers the trick of coaxing children, but Duoduo seems to like the cold Mara even more.

In Duoduo's words - she likes the appearance of Sister Momo who is neither humble nor overbearing, unlike others who flatter her like a dog when they see her.

"Then I'll start talking!"

"The new book I read is called - The Empress' General!"

"It's about the world of the empress. The heroine Ruan Qingliu travels here and meets the male protagonist Nangong Tou. He is a prince but he is not favored by the queen, so he is sent to live on the road to get married and be plotted against by others."

"When Ruan Qingliu met him, he was forced to give himself up to a bad old woman who ate, drank, prostituted, and gambled. Isn't it fun to say!"

Mo Luo listened perfunctorily at first, but following Duoduo's words, he felt more and more wrong
Seven. Seven husbands?

She wanted to ask more questions, but she only heard her own voice say:
"This is illogical. Since this person has accomplished nothing by eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling, how can he marry seven people?"

Dodo scratched her little head when she heard this, and seemed unable to understand why, so she could only say embarrassingly at last:

"Maybe she just got lucky!"

Mo Luo felt himself shaking his head and said coldly:

"This may be an error in the author's logic. Common people can accomplish nothing, and it would be nice to marry one."

"Oh, don't interrupt me, that's not the point! That's not the point!!!"

In fact, Mara wanted to ask more carefully, but her body shut up appropriately.

Mo Luo suddenly remembered that among the many novels and stories that Duoduo had brainwashed him, it seemed that this story had actually been told, and his answer at that time
Exactly the same as now! ! !
In other words, what she sees and feels now are actually just her own memories!

In order to verify this, Mara wanted to speak again, but he couldn't do it at all.

At this point, Mo Luo has fully confirmed that this is her memory. She looked up at the layout of the villa, which was exactly the same as when she was there.

"The point is! That man's husbands are all very good-looking!!!"

"The first husband is the real husband, with a thin body, clear and three-dimensional facial features, and gentle and elegant."

Dodo seems to have forgotten something, quickly opened the book, and then said:

"A pair of eyes are clear and clear. When I am wronged, the corners of the eyes are red, and the feeling of fragility is full."

"The second man has a scholarly temperament, a soft yet strong appearance, a scholarly character, and is knowledgeable and talented."

"The third man is also the one who has the best relationship with the heroine, and is also the youngest! He has a round face, a small chin, big eyes, and he listens to the heroine."

"The fourth man has an aura of quackery. He is bold and handsome. Although his martial arts have been discarded, he has a promising future!"

"The fifth man is from a brothel. He is fair and fair, has a lotus body, and has a delicate body that is easy to push down. Hehe."

At this time, Mo Luo, who was sitting on the sofa, shook his head helplessly and rolled his eyes unconsciously:
"You're dreaming again."

Mo Luo listened to what he said in his body at this time, and began to be very sure——

These are not only my own memories, the people Dodo mentioned are 100% my husbands who traveled to another world.

Thinking of this, Mo Luo was deeply aware of a problem, this is not a simple time travel, but - through a book!
"Oh, anyway, when I read it, I also brought in the first perspective of the heroine. Is it okay if I bring in these men who like me? I read for fun!"

Duoduo pouted, usually at this time Mo Luo would shut up wisely and let the little girl speak out her thoughts like beans in a bamboo tube.

Mara has never had Duoduo's thoughts. She has little interest in love affairs, but she is more than enough as a spectator and listener.

"The sixth man has a charming appearance, phoenix eyes, and a smiling face. He is Nangong Tou's subordinate. He eats and sleeps with Nangong Tou, and sleeps with his clothes on."

Looking at Duoduo's expression, Mo Luo knew that she had thought of some magical plot again, but now Mo Luo really wanted to ask about the follow-up plot.

It's just that the self in memory doesn't speak, even if he is in a hurry, he can't know anything.

"They are all male supporting roles, they will be the heroine's right-hand man in the future, blue-faced confidants."

"Sister Momo, what kind of men do you like?"

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At that time, Mo Luo and the current Mo Luo actually only had the above points of view when facing Dodo's problem.

Moro never wanted to think about this kind of thing, but now that he has really arrived in this world, he has become not the heroine, but the cannon fodder among cannon fodder, and he can't even know his own ending.

Whether he can survive is a question, where is the heart to think about these love affairs.

Mo Luo now only felt that the matter was very serious, very serious.

"Sister Momo~ Just speak~"

"Sister Momo."

"Momo."

Dodo's voice gradually faded away, and Mo Luo only felt that the surroundings were plunged into darkness again, her eyes returned to the foggy feeling again, and her head felt unbearable pain.

"what"

Mo Luo opened his eyes suddenly, and several pieces of dust on the ceiling were floating in the air along with spider webs in the wind.

Mo Luo was in a daze for a while, and seemed to smell a familiar sour smell.

This smell gradually became stronger with Mo Luo's awakening.

Unable to bear it any longer, Mora sat up and realized that she was lying on a bed, with a black and greasy quilt covering her body. The whole room exuded a sour smell, which made her gasp. Don't be angry.

Mo Luo threw off the quilt with a bang. She was fully clothed, but the smell on the bed was really disgusting. She got up and was about to get out of bed, only to feel that the world was spinning and she had no choice but to sit back down.

Mo Luo, who was sitting on the bed, calmed down and made a simple judgment. His head had been bandaged with a coarse cloth. It seemed that the original body was beaten too hard at the Chu Ling Pavilion.

There is no brain in the first place. If it were more serious, it would probably be missing the brain stem.

Coupled with the fact that he hadn't eaten for a whole day, Mo Luo used his original body to fight and swim, so he couldn't bear it long ago.

Just as Mo Luo was groping left and right to check the body, the door creaked open.

Husbands live in a house without a door, only a piece of rag temporarily covers it, while Wan Moluo's house has a tattered door.

It was Qiao Runzhi who opened the door and came in. He didn't expect Mo Luo to wake up at this time. Qiao Runzhi, who was holding a bowl of rice soup, stared at Mo Luo sitting on the bed and was stunned for a moment.

Then he walked over and said:

"Master Wife, let's have something to eat."

He carefully brought over the bowl of rice soup that could not be thinner.

Mo Luo glanced at it, how could there be a few grains of rice in the rice soup, if it wasn't for the slightly whitish soup, Mo Luo would have thought it was clear water, and could even see the bottom of the bowl clearly.

It's just that Mo Luo is really hungry after a day of tossing around. With the current family conditions, some people can eat well at one bite, so how can they be picky.

He also took the bowl that Qiao Runzhi was holding, and gulped it down in one gulp.

The previous Wan Mo Luo would not like to drink this kind of rice soup. Qiao Runzhi had already prepared some excuses and wanted to persuade her on the grounds that she was injured and could not eat too fishy food.

Seeing Wan Moluo in front of him uncharacteristically and obediently drinking the rice soup without saying a word, Qiao Runzhi heaved a sigh of relief despite being surprised.

After Mo Luo finished drinking the rice soup, just as he left the bowl from his mouth, Qiao Runzhi thoughtfully took the bowl, ready to take it out for washing.

Mo Luo froze for a moment, then subconsciously blurted out:

"Thank you"

(End of this chapter)