[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

Wen Ling was locked up. A huge birdcage was connected to the ceiling, and the floor was covered with soft and expensive blankets.

He looked at the man standing outside the cage, and slowly approached the edge of the cage and grabbed the fence with his white and tender hands.

The man squatted down and looked at Wen Ling at the same level.

"This place has been prepared for you a long time ago. My little liar will always have countless accidents. I can't accept any more accidents."

Wen Ling didn't say anything, but waved to Song Lu with a smile: "Come in, I'm going to sleep and I'm sleepy."

The smile in Song Lu's eyes gradually deepened, he opened the cage, bent slightly and got in.

Holding the slender waist with big hands, Song Lu rubbed it lightly with his thumbs, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you not afraid?"

Wen Ling shook his head: "You won't leave me behind."

How can he be afraid of someone who wants to go to death with him calmly?

Song Lu kissed Wen Ling's lips, the desire and strong emotion surging in his bones and blood engulfed his nerves.

He knew very well that there would never be anyone in this world who could replace Wen Ling.

With fingers intertwined, Song Lu carved his own imprint on the beautiful icon, cutting it into the bone marrow and locking it into the soul.

Wen Ling's forehead was wet with sweat, and the corners of his eyes were filled with tears, but there had never been a moment when he was happier than now.

This is the biggest reward he has received after giving himself courage.

............

When Wen Ling woke up, there was no one beside him.

He sat up, looked at the wide-open birdcage and the delicate chains on his ankles, and he understood.

Climbing out of the cage, Wen Ling walked to the refrigerator and took out the breakfast that Song Lu had prepared for him and skillfully heated it up.

The steaming hot porridge and steamed buns made Wen Ling's heart burn hot.

Alive, and living happily, he has nothing else to ask for.

Qiao Tingyue seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, and Wen Ling knew that she was already busy with what she should be doing.

Being able to see her again is also a redemption for his unfortunate childhood.

It's not that no one loves him, it's just that those who love him are separated from him by two banks, so he can't stare at or touch him.

He was never alone.

It is now and it will be in the future.

After washing the dishes, Wen Ling dragged a long chain and sat on the sofa, hugging his knees and started watching TV.

The buzzing sound of the phone vibrating brought back some distracted mind.

He picked up his phone, it was a video from Song Lu.

Song Lu, who was wearing a mirror frame, lacked a little sharpness that people dare not look directly at, but was a little more depressed and restrained, and his whole person was too expensive to be reached.

"Don't touch cold water before your body recovers. I'll clean up when I get back. Watch TV obediently. Sleep for a while when you're sleepy."

Wen Ling gently rubbed the screen with his fingertips, depicting Song Lu's facial features.

"When will I come back? I miss you so much, Mr. Xiao."

Song Lu's eyes dimmed instantly, and while his Adam's apple was rolling, he bent his lips lovingly: "Good boy, soon."

Facts have proved that Song Lu will never lie, and his efficiency is outrageous.

When Wen Ling felt sleepy in a daze, there was a sudden sound of the door opening from the entrance.

Struggling to sit up, Wen Ling barely opened his eyes, looked at the face so close and couldn't help but whisper: "Am I dreaming, why so fast..."

Song Lu picked him up and kissed his forehead: "Why don't you go back to sleep? The living room will catch cold."

"I want to wait for you."

Carrying him back, Song Lu changed his clothes and hugged Wen Ling tightly, pampering him gently again and again: "Sleep, I'm here."

At the last moment before falling asleep in a chaotic state of consciousness, Wen Ling forcefully opened his eyes: "I... want to plant daisies. In the garden, a large area will look very nice."

Song Lu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still nodded and agreed without hesitation: "Okay."

When he woke up again, Wen Ling was still held in Song Lu's arms.

The warm and firm body is full of the power of male hormones, and the home pajamas have a light scent of incense, which makes people feel nerve-soothing.

"Are you awake? Get up and eat." Song Lu scratched his nose affectionately.

After untying the chain on Wen Ling's ankle, he led Wen Ling all the way downstairs.

The nanny finished the meal and was serving it to the table swiftly.

They are all his favorite dishes. There is no coriander in the soup and very few green onions.

Song Lu remembered his preferences clearly.

After eating and drinking, Wen Ling suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Why didn't you lock me up?"

Song Lu's big hand was stroking Wen Ling's hair lazily: "When we were two, you were my private property. But I don't want you to be a vassal or a pet in the eyes of others .”

"My baby must be a priceless treasure in the eyes of everyone."

............

Since then, there have been blankets on the sofa and daisies in the garden.

Everything here seems to have the shadow of life and happiness.

Song Lu was having a video conference in the study, while Wen Ling was lying on the sofa watching TV boredly.

The content on the TV was a clichéd romantic drama. When the heroine was wearing a wedding dress and exchanging rings with the groom, Wen Ling's swaying feet stopped.

Song Lu was working seriously, when he heard the knock on the door, he subconsciously said indifferently: "Come in."

When the little guy poked out his furry head and carefully looked in, Song Lu met those moist and beautiful eyes, and his slightly tired face immediately eased.

He hooked his hand towards Wen Ling: "Come here."

Wen Lingdian ran over and naturally climbed onto Song Lu's lap and sat in his arms.

"Are you bored?"

Wen Ling nodded. He looked at Song Lu, opened his mouth and hesitated to speak.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Song Lu scratched Wen Ling's chin lightly, with a gentle and indulgent tone.

A trace of confusion flashed across Wen Ling's face, but he still mustered up the courage to speak out.

"I want...I want to marry Mr. Little! I also want to take beautiful wedding photos like everyone else, with a ring!"

As if feeling that what he said was too bold, Wen Ling's ears blushed in embarrassment, and she buried her face in Song Lu's chest.

The hand stroking the little guy's head paused slightly, and Wen Ling was keenly aware of Song Lu's reaction.

The original heart couldn't help but hang high in an instant.

Would he be a little too impulsive for saying that?Song Lu had just left his family, and under the premise that everyone knew that his fiancée was Xiao Lu and that he had just canceled the engagement, if he rashly married him in public, it would definitely cause an uproar.

This is simply causing trouble for Song Lu! !

"I am joking..."

"it is good."

The voices of the two were mixed together, but Wen Ling froze in place.

hallucinations?

Song Lu squeezed Wen Ling's soft and tender little hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

"Okay, the day after tomorrow, the company team building, we will take wedding photos. Then pick a place you like, and we will get married."

Wen Ling's eyes widened slightly, his body seemed to be hit by some huge dream, and his whole body was trapped in the clouds, floating lightly.

He tried to open his mouth to say something, but his brain seemed to be completely dead, and he couldn't say a word.

Song Lu knew what Wen Ling was thinking, a soft and loving kiss fell on the forehead, and the man's deep voice pierced through the eardrums, carrying the numbness like an electric current, seductive and bewitching.

"This is just the beginning, and we will always be together in the future."

There seemed to be warm liquid gushing out of the corner of the eye, and the entire eye socket became sore and swollen.

He raised his arms and hugged Song Lu's back forcefully, and nodded with a choked voice: "Okay."

............

Putting on a pure white suit, Wen Ling took care of his hair carefully. Looking at the man standing behind him gently hugging him, Wen Ling blushed uncontrollably.

The man's facial features are profound, and his long and narrow eyes are looking at him seriously at this moment.

He was dressed in a well-tailored suit, making him look like a prince in the middle ages.

When taking pictures, Song Lu tolerated all his nervousness and anxiety, with a pair of strong arms around his waist, and stared at him with indelible love in his eyes.

Wen Ling chose a small foreign island as the wedding location, where the folk customs are open, and everyone is very tolerant of everything.

They didn't invite anyone to this wedding.

In that small but unusually solemn church, two people faced each other and stared at each other.

While taking the oath, Wen Ling suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

He turned his head and found that a girl in a long white dress sat on the empty chair at some point.

There was a smile on her beautiful face, and her bright eyes were staring at the two of them without blinking.

That was a smile Wen Ling had never seen before.

The sunlight refracted in through the glass on the roof and fell on the top of her head, which was holy and gentle, and beautiful beyond measure.

Song Lu didn't seem surprised by Qiao Tingyue's appearance, he just turned his head and looked at her like Wen Ling.

"Actually, a long, long time ago, I was thinking, what would it be like if you met and married someone you liked one day? My Xiao Ling must be the most handsome boy in the audience, right? Today I can I am very happy to see you happy as I wish.”

"I'm sorry for missing many stages of your life and not allowing you to have a memorable childhood. But my Xiao Ling is no longer the crying child. He has become a strong enough to fight against injustice Fighting adults."

Qiao Tingyue stood up gently and walked in front of Wen Ling.

She took off the necklace around her neck and brought it to Wen Ling's neck herself.

"Xiao Ling, I'm proud of you for making it this far."

The jade necklace with Qiao Tingyue's body temperature was glowing with warmth, and he heard Qiao Tingyue whispering in his ear.

"The little prince has become a knight who can overcome thorns and thorns, and let me witness the sea of ​​flowers that belonged to him. Let people who are impossible to meet meet again, and make up for unfortunate regrets. This is the reward for children who have courage. Wen Ling, mom will always be proud of you."

Wen Ling watched Qiao Tingyue's body become more and more transparent: "It's time, I should go too."

She held the hands of the two of them together, and the ring on her ring finger was shining brightly: "I wish you happiness, I'm talking about every life."

Song Lu took Wen Ling's hand and pinched it in his own palm. The paranoia between his brows and eyes was undisguised: "Nothing will separate us."

Even death.