Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 62 His wife really attracts dirty things.

Just a few minutes ago, Ruan Zhijuan was having a sweet dream.

I dreamt that I found a bag full of golden fried chicken neck bones on the ground, and just as I was about to take a bite...

The chicken collarbone turned into an old hen, which pecked at the meat on his chest.

And so, Ruan Zhijuan woke up (눈_눈).

He had just opened his sleepy eyes when he saw Zhou Gangxun with a gloomy face, his head lowered, his cold face seemingly unwilling as he touched his flesh, muttering something like "slutty flesh" and "how can it be so slutty."

Upon hearing the words "slutty meat," Ruan Zhijuan was instantly wide awake, no longer sleepy.

I thought to myself, it must be that disease that used to make him smell like cooked meat has flared up again.

Zhou Gangxun bent down and sniffed Ruan Zhijuan's flesh, listing his "crimes" as he did so: "A stench that permeates the bed and the room, and even my clothes..."

Ruan Zhijuan squinted, not daring to open his eyes, and secretly sniffed twice, but couldn't smell anything. In fact, he hadn't smelled anything for a few days and thought he was already better.

There wasn't one before.

Ruan Zhijuan pouted unhappily. Well... it shouldn't be that smelly, right? He washed twice last night, so it might only be a little bit... It's not as serious as Zhou Gangxun described, making the whole house smelly...

"Are you a slut?" Zhou Gangxun asked Ruan Zhijuan, his eyes fixed on her with a deep gaze, his fingers pinching her flesh.

Ruan Zhijuan pretended to be asleep and remained silent, only keeping her eyes tightly closed.

Fearful of Yu, Zhou Gangxun kicked him out again because he smelled bad.

Just as he was thinking, a slap suddenly came down, and Zhou Gangxun said to himself, "Slut."

Ruan Zhijuan snorted and began to curse in her heart. He might be a slut, but Zhou Gangxun... Humph, bad man, dog, can't he even tolerate this little bit of a taste?

Didn't we agree to support each other for life, to never abandon each other in wealth or poverty, in health or sickness...?

Ruan Zhijuan pretended to have been sleeping for a long time and wanted to turn over, but before she could even touch that side, Zhou Gangxun flipped her over again and buried her face in his. "Who are you trying to find this time, wife?"

As she spoke, Ruan Zhijuan's flesh was bitten.

Waaah... Go wash up, you stinky Zhou Gangxun, waaah...

Despite thinking this, Ruan Zhijuan, who was "asleep," still obediently exposed her chest and abdomen to her husband.

Hmm... I've already started eating, so I can't just throw him away.

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The next morning, Ruan Zhijuan woke up at eight o'clock. He sat cross-legged and started pulling down his clothes to look at himself. "It's all red. That old bastard Zhou Gangxun..."

Last night, Ruan Zhijuan thought that Zhou Gangxun disliked him so much and said he didn't want to touch him, so he would definitely get over his anger and go to sleep soon. But after waiting for most of the night, Zhou Gangxun kept biting, nibbling and pinching her.

I took a shower in the bathroom just before dawn, then went back to sleep.

"Luckily, both sides are the same this time." Ruan Zhijuan muttered as she put down the clothes. Summer clothes are thinner and seem to not cover up much, and they keep rubbing against the skin.

And it's kind of weird, it makes me groan and feel like I need to pee when I touch it.

It's possible that Zhou Gangxun broke it for him.

"I don't know if I smell bad now, but that bastard seemed pretty satisfied last night, so he probably won't abandon me... Let me spray some more..."

He pouted, took the bottle of fragrant perfume from Zhou Gangxun's bedside drawer, sprayed it on, then put on two band-aids, clutched the front corner of his shirt, and walked out, muttering to himself, "Zhou Gangxun, it seems like there are bad mice in the house..."

Doesn't this look like a rat bite? Or maybe we should say it's a mosquito bite.

Mouse: One less crime today.

Ruan Zhijuan said seriously, "Zhou Gangxun, it seems there aren't bad rats in the house, but there are stinky mosquitoes, the poisonous kind. They're biting me and it's itchy and painful... It must be because you didn't close the door properly yesterday and let them in. It's all your fault... So I sprayed some of that perfume in your drawer, just a little bit, just three sprays, to repel the mosquitoes..."

It is reasonable and well-founded.

But as soon as Ruan Zhijuan entered the living room, she found it very dark, as if it were almost dark but the lights were off.

Just now, I could clearly see the sun shining so brightly outside from inside the bedroom.

Zhou Gangxun acted as if nothing had happened, sitting on the sofa flipping through financial newspapers.

Ruan Zhijuan pouted angrily, humming inwardly with utter disgust, "Hmph, dog of a man."

His gaze fell on the balcony, where a layer of wire mesh had been installed on the outside of the semi-open balcony. The gaps in the mesh were so fine that not even a finger could fit through.

It looks like one of those dog cages used to prevent dog thieves from stealing dogs.

Ruan Zhijuan ran over with a "tap tap tap" sound, blinked her eyes, and looked at the balcony that was no longer open to the public. "Zhou Gangxun, why did you seal up the balcony? No sunlight can get in anymore."

The side closest to 602 was welded with three layers: iron mesh, wooden boards, and then sheet metal, sealing it off completely.

"And here, why are there both sheet metal and wooden planks?"

"To guard against thieves," Zhou Gangxun said softly, his eyes lowered.

She climbed through the window to find someone else's wife while her husband was away; she was a thief who cheated on her husband.

There was a cup of purple rice porridge and a few pieces of sweet cake left at the door in the morning, but he took them away.

His wife attracts dirty things.

It looked like a white egg, with a swarm of flies buzzing around it.

They're just waiting for it to crack open, become smelly and rotten, so they can pounce on it and lay their eggs.

They should all be killed.

After a moment of murderous scheming in his mind, Zhou Gangxun slowly raised his eyes and looked at Ruan Zhijuan, where he smelled the familiar scent of money.

Three thousand yuan as a minimum.

Zhou Gangxun continued from Ruan Zhijuan's earlier statement, saying, "Do you know how much that mosquito-repellent perfume cost?"

"How much? A few hundred yuan?" Ruan Zhijuan sniffed the scent on her body, blinked, and thought that Zhou Gangxun's things must be very expensive. Was it several thousand yuan? He wouldn't be angry and reluctant to part with it, would he? Such a stingy poor man.

He grumbled and cursed, "No... I only used it once, what are you talking about... you... stingy person, it's all because you wouldn't buy me mosquito repellent..."

Zhou Gangxun put a cigarette in his mouth and said indifferently, "Not much, it just fell from the sky."

"It can be used, but only at home, or when I'm around."

As he spoke, he lit a cigarette, went to the kitchen, and turned on the range hood.

Back in Hong Kong, not many people used his two perfumes, but many knew about them. Ruan Zhijuan carried his scent, and no one dared to touch her; neither the desire nor the courage to steal was present.

Here, spraying yourself with such strong fragrance will only attract annoying flies.

Zhou Gangxun, puffing on his cigarette, said, "Mosquitoes are hard to get rid of. It's like this all season. After summer..."

There will also be winter mosquitoes.