When the scumbag saves the love-brain villain

Chapter 57 The Interstellar Marshal He Is Not in Love Anymore

Bian Shao exploded with his status as the "Alpha of the Marshal of the Empire".

Other idols lose their jobs when they fall in love, while Bian Shao rises in place when they fall in love.

Variety shows and film and television invitations extended an olive branch to Bian Shao one after another. As long as Bian Shao seizes this opportunity, he can transform into a real top-notch, instead of a silly little idol.

But Bian Shao refused.

Brother Ning called to inquire, and heard him say: "Newly married, not working."

"What's more," Bian Shao was silent for a few seconds, then turned over on the soft giant bed that could somersault, and said lazily, "Do you think I still need to work hard?"

Brother Ning: The fist is hardened.

But he didn't dare to reprimand Bian Shao as usual, after all, the omega in his family is the marshal of the empire, if he pulls out a gun and kills him...

He could only grieve: "How can you be so depraved?"

Bian Shaoman was indifferent and hung up the phone.

In the early morning, the birds by the window chirped crisply, making it impossible to sleep soundly.Bian Shao turned over a few times in agitation, jumped out of bed and opened the curtains, a gust of fresh air rushed in, carrying the smell of soil and moisture after the rain.

Almost like being in a dream.

Bian Shao tiptoed out of the door, the Nordic-style villa was extremely quiet at the moment, as if everyone had fallen into a sweet dream.

It's more than six o'clock now.

Bian Shao is a person who can't stand loneliness. He can't sleep left and right. After walking around the manor for a while, he ran to the lawn when he was tired, sat on the ground, and started a live broadcast.

"Good morning, lazy pigs." Bian Shao fiddled with his phone, trying to adjust his side profile to the best angle.

Fans who just woke up have long been resistant to the beauty of their idols. At this moment, they typed angrily: [What is it called a pig?Say Good Morning Hitting Workers! 】

Bian Shao was stunned when he saw the barrage, and then thought of a popular early-morning copywriting:

What makes me wake up early?Is it love?Is it a dream?Still motivated?neither!is poverty.

Bian Shao thought about it, and also said this sentence.

The number of people in the live broadcast room has also increased from dozens to tens of millions at this moment, and they condemned him one after another: [You have the nerve to read this?Look at your manor that you can't finish walking all day and night! 】

It's just too soft to eat.

There were too many people in the live broadcast room, and the barrage flickered to an unbelievable degree. Bian Shao tried to get closer and was amused.

The audience saw the man approaching on the screen of the mobile phone, and the handsome eyebrows and eyes that were clear for an instant were also deeply suffocated, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!Cry Liao! !

Then a fan typed:

[By the side, you haven't washed your face and brushed your teeth, have you? 】

[Quickly wipe it off! 】

The audience broke down at once.

Bian Shao: ... He wiped the corners of his eyes with guilt.

Then he said complainingly: "Aren't you my fan? You're like my black fan, making the little sisters and brothers who just arrived laugh at me."

Although he said so, he still stood up obediently, holding the mobile phone in one hand and a bunch of white flowers he pulled from the lawn in the other, and walked towards the villa, ready to wash up.

The sharp-eyed people in the audience have already started to tease: [The flower is for the marshal, right? 】

Bian Shao didn't speak.

The hall was empty, and there was no sound except for the sound of the robot housekeeper cleaning.

Some gossipers directly booed: [Where is the marshal?Let's see the Marshal!Haven't we seen the Marshal get up? 】

"I won't show it to you," but surprisingly, Bian Shao, who was very talkative, became unable to speak. He said bluntly, "Only I can watch it. Don't you have your own wives and husbands? Look at your own wives and husbands."

Audience: ...I just want to watch the excitement if I don't have one, let's watch one.

Bian Shao turned a blind eye and walked slowly up the stairs, wanting to go to the second floor, but just as he reached the stairs, he heard a chaotic sound of porcelain breaking upstairs.

The fans were taken aback: [What's wrong? 】

They also saw that Bian Shao lived on the second floor, so the marshal should also live on the second floor, never thinking that the upstairs is actually Xiao An's territory.

Bian Shao also pursed his lips, his expression was serious: "Maybe the cat upstairs is making trouble again."

"I'll go take a look." After speaking, he ended the live broadcast.

The audience called it a pity.

After all, the married life of the Marshal of the Empire and the lead dancer of the boy group is really curious.

……

Bian Shao ran up to the third floor in two or three steps, completely forgetting the butler's reminder to him: Don't go up to the third floor, you will die.

He was going to die, he was almost scared to death.

The corridor on the third floor is opaque, and there are many dark paintings hanging there. Those paintings are majestic, delicate, gorgeous, and very artistic, but the content is about bloody and cruel battlefields or ruins...

There are so many rooms on the third floor, Bian Shao searched and searched, but finally did not find Xiao An in the bedroom, but found the man in the studio.

The erected easel still supported a painting, but the cans of paint were unscrewed and fell to the ground, dyed in chaotic and embarrassing colors.

The man was wearing a white shirt, followed by a metal wheelchair, and fell into the group of paints, the white shirt was almost invisible.

Hearing the sound, he didn't raise his face, but closed his eyes, his body was stiff, as if he was dead.

No one knows that Xiao An, Marshal of the Empire, wanted to be a painter at the beginning, and no one knows that he is now a cripple who struggles to paint.

Funny, right?

His chest was shaking, and he was about to laugh out loud, but at that moment, his shoulder was lightly pressed by a hand, and someone lay on his chest.

"Marshal, do you like to sleep on the studio floor?" Bian Shao admired, "It's really art."

Xiao An opened his eyes in a daze, a black head was sleeping on his chest, and the young man "sleeped" on the paint with his eyebrows curved.

The young man's white shirt is not dirty, he looks like a little snowman in the dark in the dark studio.

The little snowman also commented on the painting he had just finished on his easel: "It's dark and purple."

is not that right?

The painting is full of night, broken arms, stumps, blood and death.

Once you see it, you should respect the painter.

But Bian Shao just got up suddenly, and opened the heavy curtains in the studio.

"Marshal, it's too dark in the room, it's not good for your eyes."

In the early morning, the manor is shrouded in mist, and the open green lawn and the little flowers reflected in the mirror-like lake can be seen faintly.

Xiao An hates the light that shines into the room in the morning, it is dazzling and dizzy.

"Who told you to come to the third floor?!" He frowned: "Pull the curtains back."

When he was serious, his face was expressionless and frightening.

Bian Shao was stunned, and pulled back the curtains: "I just heard the sound of things falling on the ground downstairs, I'm worried about you..."

"You, get out."

Bian Shao lowered his head and walked out the door in silence.

Just before he left, he put the small white flower in his hand next to the painting full of broken arms and limbs.

"Send you a flower blooming on the lawn. May you be happy and worry-free every day, and go out more often."

The man behind him remained motionless and didn't say a word.

Bian Shao left with his head down.

He didn't see, after he left, the man was lying on the floor, looking up at the easel, motionless.

On the dark, purple-red battlefield, there was a bunch of pure white flowers.

It is not as dazzling as the light, but it is undeniable...

The power to warm the heart.

The author has something to say:

Gradually tempted~