How bad guys are made

Chapter 445 Who Entered The Wrong Room?

After returning home with Zhang Hanhan, Wen Dong went into the bathroom and washed his body, but he still felt his head buzzing, and Zhang Hanhan's shy and infinite appearance just now kept appearing in his mind, and his heart was burning and uncomfortable. The alcohol content of Ting Jiuju's special brew is not usually high, and Wendong drank a lot tonight.

"Huh la la..." Another burst of cold water to suppress the urge to move in my heart, Wen Dong was wiping the water drops on his body casually, when there was a knock on the door of the bathroom, and Zhang Hanhan's drunken expression. A blurred voice shouted: "Husband, have you finished washing? I made some porridge for you, come out and drink it, or it will be cold in a while."

Wen Dong who was wiping his body froze, quickly wiped off the water droplets on his body, put on a pair of shorts casually, opened the door and walked out.

"Ah, you, why don't you wear clothes...?" Zhang Hanhan was standing at the door of the bathroom, when he saw Wen Dongguang walking out suddenly, he was startled, the shyness in his heart faded a lot, and his steps were involuntary He took a step back and nearly fell.

Wen Dong grabbed her arm, looked at her with a shocked face, but was ecstatic in his heart: "Hanhan, what did you call me just now?"

"Ah?" Zhang Hanhan called out coquettishly, and her little face turned red. She originally wanted to call Wen Dong's husband to try out what it felt like, so she shouted in a very low voice, and she pretended to call it casually. Wen Dong heard it.

"What did I call you? Wendong?" Zhang Hanhan tried to hide the embarrassment in his heart, and looked at him strangely.

"Really? Did I hear wrong?" Wen Dong frowned, and gave Zhang Hanhan a strange look, but froze all of a sudden.It's just that Zhang Hanhan had already changed into a nightdress when she was taking a bath, and the style of this dress on her was very different from before. The purple suspender nightdress was draped over her body like a light gauze. I don't know if she was really confused. Oh, the ribbon on the chest is not tied neatly, half-covered and half-covered revealing half-white snow in the air, falling in Wendong's sight. The contrast between the black suspender and the snow-greasy skin is even more lustful, especially At this moment, Zhang Hanhan's eyes were drunk, his face was flushed, and he was truly charming...

"Guru..."

"Ah..." The beautiful Zhang Hanhan, who was half-closed with drunken eyes, finally found out what this guy Wendong was looking at. He looked down at his disheveled nightgown, and suddenly let out a coquettish cry in shame, his heart fluttered like a 'boom' jump more than.

"Okay, hurry up and get dressed and drink some porridge, I'm going to take a shower." Zhang Hanhan blushed and pushed Wendong into his bedroom, turned around and trotted I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door with a 'whoosh'.

"Alas..." Seeing Zhang Hanhan's flustered movement into the bathroom, Wendong smiled wryly in his heart. She didn't mean to peek at the beautiful woman Zhang's body, but Zhang Hanhan's disheveled appearance was so fascinating. Wendong himself I think I have seen a lot of beauties, but when I saw Zhang Hanhan's half-covered seductive look just now, I still felt my heart twitch. Yunshangwan employees have ranked first in the goddess list for so many years, how can it be explained by a super-quality.

Shaking his head vigorously, Wen Dong didn't put on his clothes, but walked to the coffee table in the living room. At this time, there was a steaming bowl of steaming eight-treasure porridge on the coffee table, which was full of fragrance. It was delicious, and I couldn't help turning my head to look in the direction of the bathroom curiously, when will Miss Zhang be able to cook porridge?
"Well, I'm becoming more and more feminine..." Wen Dong murmured, his face was full of embarrassment, he finished the porridge in two or three bites, took the bowl to the kitchen to wash it, but looked at the small pot The insulated box was taken aback again, a few grains of rice porridge were still clearly stained on it, Wen Dong glanced at the insulated box, and suddenly recalled that Zhang Hanhan was still carrying a plastic bag in his hand when he came back just now.

Wendong put down the bowl dumbfounded, but he couldn't help but want to laugh in his heart. Why did he cook porridge? It was clearly made by his mother-in-law. Let Zhang Hanhan bring it back for him to drink, and he still has the face to say that I made porridge?
When he walked out of the kitchen, there was still the sound of rushing water from the bathroom. I guess this girl was too embarrassed to come out to see me. As for whether they will sleep in the same room tonight, Wen Dong didn't think much about it. It might be impossible. Then he smiled wryly and walked back to the bedroom. Although his stomach felt better after drinking a bowl of porridge, his head was still buzzing. She covered her body with a blanket, and fell asleep in a daze after a while.

Wen Dong was very sleepy, and just when he was in a daze, he heard the door of the bedroom 'snap', and Zhang Hanhan walked in slowly wearing a bath towel.

"Damn, why did this woman come to her room again? Could it be that she is really addicted to sleeping in her own room? And what happened to her only wearing a bath towel? Could it be..." Wen Dong felt strange and lay quietly on the bed When she squinted her eyes and wanted to remind her goddess wife that she had walked into the wrong room, she suddenly froze on the spot, her eyes widened...

Why did Zhang Hanhan go to the wrong room? It was because he went to the wrong room!

Seeing a beautiful painting of a lady behind the door of the bedroom, Wen Dong came to his senses. This time he was quite frightened. He tried to recall the previous things in his head, but he couldn't remember that he was going back to his bedroom to sleep. , How did you enter Zhang Hanhan's room?What's even worse is that at this time, I am only wearing a pair of trousers and lying on the big beautiful and fragrant bed, covered with Zhang Hanhan's blanket...

Wendong felt bitter in his heart, and he was so anxious that he wanted to die, but at this time the bedroom door had been closed, and Nima had locked it, so it was almost impossible to get out.

Wen Dong was really upset at this time, he almost woke up from the drunkenness at this time, he huddled under the blanket and did not dare to move, for fear of disturbing Zhang Hanhan's attention, he was thinking about what to do so that he would not know the ghost Sneaked out unknowingly.Although it wasn't the first time that Zhang Hanhan and I slept together, but now that I was almost naked and got into her bed again, what would Zhang Hanhan think?
While turning his head quickly to think of a way, his eyes kept sweeping towards Zhang Hanhan, praying in his heart that Zhang Hanhan would never turn on the light, and never find himself.

I don’t know if Wendong’s prayer really manifested. Zhang Hanhan really didn’t turn on the light, but went to the dresser and turned on a small desk lamp with a snap, and suddenly a blurred orange halo spread out. Come, but it can only take a small area. Wendong on the bed can't be seen here at all. Naturally, Zhang Hanhan would not have thought that there was a big living person in his boudoir at this time, so he swayed casually. Shaking his head, he glanced at the mirror, then raised his jade lotus-like arm slightly, and landed on the button of the white bath towel around his body...

Wen Dong was looking for Diu Fei's underpants furtively, while paying attention to Zhang Hanhan's side. When Wen Dong turned his head to look at this side casually, his eyes stared straight...

At this moment, Wendong was startled and forgot about looking for his underpants, and opened his mouth involuntarily to the widest extent in his life, and at the same time, his body instinctively shrank back to the corner of the wall, afraid that Zhang Hanhan in front of the dressing table would find his existence, even if it was I couldn't control my rapid breathing...

Zhang Hanhan obviously didn't expect that Wendong would go to the wrong room and he was lying on his fragrant big bed at this moment, untied the bath towel wrapped around his shoulders and wrapped it around his chest, while cursing angrily: "Stinky Wendong... ...Bastard...Rogue...Shameless..." The little hand picked out a bottle of toner from the bottles on the dressing table, and patted it on the face gracefully.

Obviously, Zhang Hanhan at this time is still annoyed by the actions just now at the bathroom door. That bastard dared to peep at her, even if she didn't notice that the strap was loose, she couldn't look at it. She obviously didn't know what she was wearing at the time. No matter how deadly temptation it is to men, but our big beauty can't swear at all, and she is so angry that she is dying of hatred, but her small mouth is jumping around, just saying "bastard, hooligan" these few monotonous words.

Wen Dong, who was huddled in the corner of the bed, couldn't help laughing secretly. He didn't expect that his wife, a goddess, would be so cute when she cursed. Dong also knew in his heart that his shameless stare just now really made Zhang Hanhan angry.

Zhang Damei was obviously tired of scolding, and she probably didn't know what words to use to scold Wendong. Finally, she gradually stopped mumbling, and slapped her face twice quickly with a pair of small hands. After rubbing some unknown moisturizing lotion, I slowly stood up...

Wendong's breathing stopped suddenly, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat. Wendong thought it was time for Zhang Hanhan to come to bed and sleep.

Wendong wants to cry but has no tears. Zhang Hanhan is about to find out about grandma. He just listened to Zhang Hanhan cursing himself, but forgot to find a way to get out. Now it’s too late to get under the bed, and it seems that there is no bed in this bed. end……

And just when Wendong shouted to the sky to bless the Buddha, he glanced at him and breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Hanhan stood up and did not walk towards the big bed. Instead, he stood in place and looked left and right in the mirror. What's going on in your head.

"It seems that I should insist on doing yoga in the future. I am too busy with work during this time, and my body seems to be out of shape..."

Wen Dong, who was in fear, suddenly heard Zhang Hanhan muttering to himself, and was a little puzzled for a while, Zhang Hanhan's figure is not good?Still out of shape?To hell with it, if Zhang Hanhan's figure is not good, those self-righteous beauty star models on TV should be ashamed and commit suicide by jumping off the building.

(End of this chapter)