boyutpedia Chapter 28 His Ultimate Men's Fragrance
Chapter 28 His Ultimate Men's Fragrance
It's 11:50 PM.
Zhou Gangxun finished moving the goods and returned home. He opened the door, stopped at the entrance, and wondered what that smelled like.
Oh (∩ᄑ_ᄑ)⊃ It's his bottle, a limited edition released in 2001 and pre-sold in 2000, worth over seven thousand US dollars, or over fifty thousand RMB, Clive Christian No.1 for Men.
"..."
Zhou Gangxun strode into the room, completely ignoring the unusual odor emanating from the bed, and opened the cabinet with a clear objective.
The 100ml bottle of Clive Christian No. 1 Men's Fat in the cabinet was already down to two-thirds, and now it's gone by at least 10,000 yuan.
Meanwhile, the culprit, Ruan Zhijuan, was emitting an extremely strong and aggressive fragrance.
Wow, ha, ha.
Zhou Gangxun clapped his hands silently, his lips trembling slightly.
Some people may appear to be still here, but they have actually been gone for a while.
Why not choose the Balenciaga Cristóbal Men's bottle next to it? Is it because you don't like it? Is the tobacco and amber scent unpleasant? Is it because it only costs a little over seven thousand yuan?
Or is it because its bottle wasn't made of handcrafted crystal, and its cap wasn't pure silver plated with gold and studded with diamonds?
Zhou Gangxun looked at the person on the bed who was sleeping soundly with a drooling smile on their face.
With a gloomy expression, he walked straight to Ruan Zhijuan, pried open his mouth, stuck his fingers in and stirred them, looking at his throat, so much of it fell down at once, did he... drink it?
There was nothing in its mouth.
Did you take it to take a bath?
Zhou Gangxun pulled his hand away, not caring whether it was dirty with Ruan Zhijuan's saliva, lifted his clothes, buried his face in those mounds of white flesh, and breathed in his Clive Christian No.1 for Men...
cough cough cough...
Sigh... his C... cough cough cough...
He... cough cough cough cough cough... he's going to get poisoned.
Zhou Gangxun rolled his eyes uncomfortably on Ruan Zhijuan's chest. He could even imagine tomorrow's headline: "Because a neighbor smelled a strong, unidentified fragrance, he went out to find the source and discovered it was his neighbor next door. After knocking on the door without success, he called the police. The police then found two bodies, Zhou and Ruan, in apartment 806 of a residential complex."
The two are suspected to have committed suicide together, with the cause of death being an overdose of a top-tier men's fragrance from the brand Chloé in 2001, leading to perfume poisoning.
However, one of the poisoned victims, Ruan Zhijuan, seemed to have been awakened by Zhou Gangxun's recent actions. He mumbled incoherently, "Zhou Gangxun, you..."
Zhou Gangxun did not get up, but remained buried there. He directly raised his hand to cover Ruan Zhijuan's mouth to stop her from speaking. "Stop talking, stop talking."
What he fears most now is Ruan Zhijuan asking him, "Am I still flirtatious?"
I'm not being provocative anymore, not at all. If I keep being provocative, I'll lose tens of thousands of yuan.
Then, the person on the bed smacked their lips and mumbled, "Chicken...chicken feet...a little salty...Zhou Gangxun, you didn't cook this well today...you put in too much salt, and it tastes earthy...no good...this won't do..."
Then, with a loud thud, she bit his finger. Zhou Gangxun paused, his mind filled with Ruan Zhijuan's words: "You're not good enough...you're not good enough...you're no good..."
His unfathomable black eyes stared at Ruan Zhijuan, then he opened his mouth and bit the flesh on his lip.
"Waaaaah, the hen... the hen bit me! The hen jumped out of the bowl and bit me, Zhou Gangxun... you, you have to come and save me..." Ruan Zhijuan said, squirming frantically. "Ooh, it hurts so much, the centipede just bit me there a couple of days ago... Zhou... Zhou Gangxun always bites there too, why does the hen bite there too..."
"Ugh...no...don't bite me...it'll break if you bite again, I won't eat you anymore...I won't eat you anymore...okay...?"
Ha, now that something's happened, he's got it all figured out; Ruan Zhijuan knows to go to him again.
Zhou Gangxun looked up, just about to admire Ruan Zhijuan's tearful and pleading appearance, when he saw Ruan Zhijuan swing her hand at him: ?
"pia...piapia..." Ruan Zhijuan added the sound effects.
Without a doubt, every blow landed precisely on Zhou Gangxun's face. "..."
Haha, so (﹁"﹁) he was pretending to be asleep all along, right?
The attacker, who had just been begging for mercy, suddenly became arrogant and hurled insults, saying things like, "You stinky chicken, you bad chicken... I'll beat you to a pulp..."
Zhou Gangxun got up with heavy breathing, his emotions suppressed. Several clear handprints were visible on his handsome face.
"idiot."
He stared at Ruan Zhijuan with dark eyes, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
Then he looked down, casually pushed the cabinet up, and noticed something that wasn't his at the very back of the cabinet.
Zhou Gangxun squatted down and took the item out.
It was a silver-black one, 28cm long and 8cm wide...
The handheld massager has three rotating massage heads at the top and a 1.5-meter-long power cord at the bottom.
The simple instruction manual on the device states: Model: You, Me, and Him FY-802 upgraded version, can be used for massage of multiple parts of the body such as shoulders, neck, waist and back.
It has two modes: tapping and vibration, with two intensity levels, infrared therapy function, and automatic heating function.
A useful...thing. Zhou Gangxun immediately thought of what Wang Fucai had said.
It turns out to be just a handheld massager.
There was a card under the massager where it used to be. He picked it up and saw a few large, crooked words written on it: Happy Birthday, Zhou Gangxun.
There were seven characters in total, represented by five black dots. The characters for "港循" were even written in pinyin, "ganxun". "..."
These are not problems, after all, only by writing it badly can we prove that it was written by Ruan Zhijuan herself.
The issue is.
Today isn't his birthday...it's not his birthday! No! (♯｀∧´)( ᵒ̌皿ᵒ̌ )!
Zhou Gangxun sneered, crumpling the paper in his hand into a ball. So…(˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)☛ Which bastard's birthday did he mistake for his own this time?!
"Giggle...giggle..."
Suddenly, Ruan Zhijuan on the bed let out a frightening laugh. He pressed his two pink lips together, made a blowing motion, and then inhaled, making a "slurping" sound.
"Ah, this old hen soup is delicious...hehehe...it's just a little too hot to drink..."
Zhou Gangxun watched with a lingering gaze as Ruan Zhijuan on the bed stuck out her tongue and opened her mouth to blow on the hot bed, then took the keys and left.
The door slammed shut with a loud bang.
Ruan Zhijuan, who was dreaming of playing PUBG, was startled by the loud slamming of the door. She jumped up and rolled off the bed with a thud, "What...what happened? Did the house collapse?"
He sat on the floor, staring blankly at the empty rented room. "No...nothing's there. The house is perfectly fine."
Ruan Zhijuan wiped the drool that was about to drip onto his chin. Oh, not the house, but the hen he was about to devour had run away. He glanced at the time groggily and muttered, "It's so late, why isn't Zhou Gangxun back yet..."
He was even thinking of telling him that if he received his birthday gift, he should work hard and earn more money to support him.
"Why does my chest feel itchy and a little sore..."
Ruan Zhijuan remembered that in his dream he seemed to have been bitten by an old hen stewing in a pot. He lifted his clothes and saw a large red patch on his chest.
The red flesh was even more frightening than the centipede bite from a couple of days ago.
Ruan Zhijuan pouted. Eating chicken was really difficult... He complained pitifully, "Waaah, you stinky hen, why... why don't you switch sides and bite from the same side..."
If he makes one side bigger than the other, how will he ever face anyone again...?
Thinking about it, Ruan Zhijuan ran to Zhou Gangxun's cabinet and sprayed her expensive perfume on it twice.
Cliff Christian No. 1, Men's: -100, -200, -500, -500...
Only when Zhou Gangxun's top-of-the-line men's fragrance was reduced by another 2000 yuan did Ruan Zhijuan finally climb into bed contentedly, lie on his small pillow, and say, "I smell so good... I can't even smell the meaty odor anymore..."
A bottle of perfume will suffice; there's no need to spend a lot of money at the hospital for treatment.
Zhou Gangxun is so lucky to have such a thrifty wife like him.
Zhou Gangxun: (/"≡ _ ≡)/~┴┴, I politely declined.