It's better to soak you in instant noodles [Quick Transmigration]

The light in the secret room is dim, viscous and lingering, like the broken bubbles of champagne in a goblet. It is difficult to describe it specifically, but everything becomes slower, and every move will be reflected in each other's eyes.

Meng Yile was wearing the same white Tang suit for thousands of years, and the brush in his hand was still dripping with ink.

Tick-tick-tick, after a while, a pool was piled up on the floor.

Sometimes it splashes a little, and the small ink beads bounce up, cross the air, draw an arc and land on the silk fabric, and then are sucked in instantly, leaving a trace.

"Tick tock—" the ink fell down again, and Meng Yile and Wen Luling each recovered from their own thoughts when they heard the sound.

Meng Yile looked at the young man kneeling at his feet, the raised face, eyes full of respect, and that smooth white body, attracting people couldn't take their eyes off.

The man in the white Tang suit had a pale face. He put one arm behind his back, and lightly let go of the other hand. With a "click", the brush fell into the pool of ink and rolled down two or three times. Circle, stop slowly.

Wen Luling's gaze was attracted by the brush, and after a while he slowly turned his eyes and landed on Meng Yile, "Dad, you misunderstood Ling'er."

Meng Yile didn't answer, just looked at him indifferently, with a three-point alienation and a three-point indifference.

Seeing that Wen Jiu didn't respond, Wen Luling knew that the other party didn't want to listen to his excuses, and only believed what he saw, but he couldn't, so he could only purse his lips sensibly.

Then leaned over and stretched out his hand, holding the writing brush that fell into the ink stain with both hands, raised it above his head respectfully, and still knelt obediently on the spot.

He frowned slightly, his voice was very special between mature and green, and the words were hot and unbearable.

"Thank you dad for the punishment, Ling'er won't dare in the future."

Only then was Wen Jiu satisfied. He retracted his eyes and turned his toes, and walked behind the desk without looking at it. He stepped straight into the pool of ink stains, and the ink splashed and rolled down on his shoe.

Wen Luling saw it, and his eyelashes trembled a few times.But he didn't dare to move his body.

Wen Jiu lit the incense burner slowly, and when the wisps of green smoke spread throughout the secret room until it tightly surrounded several corners, he took out a piece of high-quality rice paper, unfolded it and sealed it with an inkstone, and then started again Grind ink.

Wen Luling was stunned when he heard the movement. From his angle, he couldn't see what Meng Yile was doing at all, he could only catch a glimpse of white from the corner of his eyes, he didn't dare to turn his head, so he could only prick up his ears and listen carefully.

Even so, he couldn't believe what he heard.

Wen Jiu actually started practicing calligraphy in front of him! !

This is really an extremely rare thing, his almost excited pores are slightly dilated.

At this moment, Meng Yile finally pretended to be aggressive enough.He didn't dare to continue. After all, with his broken characters, without the help of 432, he would definitely have to pass through.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, and said softly: "Don't do it again in the future, go out."

This so-called punishment started so vigorously and ended coldly.

The young man kneeling on the ground was taken aback when he heard the words, apparently he did not expect it to end so soon. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to see Wen Jiu's expression at this time, but he didn't dare to move. He could only hold the brush in his hand and test asked eagerly, "Dad?"

Meng Yile thought to himself, hey, eldest son, I told you to go out, why are you still kneeling here, hurry up, you, or I really have no way to end it, if the braid below me gets up, everyone will be embarrassed Yes or no?I'm also doing it for your own good, isn't my eldest son~

So he lightly dipped some ink with a brush, looked at the neat rice paper on the table, and repeated lightly: "Go out."

"...Yes." Wen Luling responded softly, put down the brush in his hand, stood up and walked to the door of the secret room, then turned around hesitantly, with a respectful expression on his face.

"Father, Ling'er got your feet dirty, I'll wash them off for you, and then you can practice calligraphy, okay?"

He asked cautiously, respectfully and piously, Meng Yile thought after hearing what he said, I am such a good eldest son, a treasure that can only be picked up by burning incense in eight lifetimes!He is handsome and has long legs, he is filial and seductive, with such a son, what more can the father ask for?

Meng Yile felt the stickiness on his feet, so he frowned and put down the brush lightly, and replied lightly: "Alright."

He was about to leave after finishing speaking, but before he could move his body, the person at the door suddenly came to him, and then bent over to hug Meng Yile while Meng Yile was stunned.

Meng Yile walked out of the secret room with such an ugly face, and was gently placed on the bed by the young man, "Wait for me, Dad, I'll help you fill up the bath water."

Meng Yile gave a soft "um" and then fell silent.

Wen Luling looked at him deeply, those eyes were really beautiful, they were thick and pious agate like amber mixed with champagne.

Immediately, the young man stood up and walked into the bathroom, and the sound of rushing water could be heard in the next moment.

Meng Yile was waiting outside: [My picked son is so nice! 】

432: [Isn't that right? It's picking vegetables, blowing hair, massage, and cuddling to help you put the bath water. 】

Meng Yile: [The key is to have a good-looking face and a beautiful body! 】

432: [Can flirt! 】

Meng Yile: [I'm flirting every day, I'm blind and want to be tough. 】

432:【Still barren and running water...】

Meng Yile: [What the fuck are you talking about!Thieves are fucking dirty here! 】

432:【...Just... just say it casually, don't take it to heart...】

Meng Yile: [... Fuck, the more I think about it, the more dirty I get! 】

432: [...Don't think about it! 】

Meng Yile: [Why, you still blush? ! 】

432: [Of course, I have all the emotions of every human being~ hot chicken, worship me as much as you want! 】

Meng Yile: [I can't think of anything to admire, and it's not like I can't blush. 】

Before the two of them had time to quarrel, a figure appeared at the bathroom door, and a resolute face appeared in Meng Yile's sight.

The young man is 23 years old at this time, which is the age when the green years are over, mixed with the unique maturity and green pheasant, no matter in any aspect, this special point of contradiction is vividly reflected, especially the one who wears cotton home clothes Sometimes, the figure is especially beautiful when it is set off.

But Wen Luling was educated by Wen Jiu to be calm and introverted since he was a child. Although he is still young, his mental age is already mature than most middle-aged people. He can perfectly control his emotions and know how to restrain himself. Take control of yourself.

Looking at the eldest son in front of him, Meng Yile felt elated.

Isn't this nonsense, whoever picks up such an eldest son should be so happy that he can't sleep in the middle of the night!

In a blink of an eye, Wen Luling had already come in front of him, then knelt down at Meng Yile's feet, and gently opened his mouth with a respectful expression: "Father, I'll help you take off your clothes."

Meng Yile's agitation that had just calmed down was revived again because of this sentence. It rushed to a certain part of the body with lightning speed, and then gathered there, erupting...

The young man didn't wait for Meng Yile's answer, his hands were already on the buttons of Meng Yile's Chinese costume.

The man sitting on the bed had a pale face, and slowly raised his head in front of the young man kneeling on one knee, so that he could unbutton his shirt.He just silently revealed his white and slender swan neck, which was overly charming.

Whether it is the line of the chin or the small Adam's apple, they are all very attractive, like an extremely gorgeous poppy.

But obviously that person is actually more indifferent than anyone else, as if he will become a fairy in the next second, with a face that doesn't care about everything.

But actually...

Meng Yile: [Fuck, I'm about to blow up! 】

432: 【You've been really noisy recently. 】

Meng Yile gritted his teeth angrily: [Then quickly change me to this broken body!immediately! 】

He changed his face in 432 seconds, grinning: [Oh, young people are very angry, don’t they just drink some water, don’t they drink so much water every day just for the sake of flow, otherwise how would they circulate in your body...]

Meng Yile interrupted him: 【Shut up. 】

432 babbled, then began to whistle as if nothing had happened.

Thieves are fucking ugly.It's as ugly as an adult coaxing a child to pee, intermittent, completely out of tune.

Meng Yile still wanted to scold 432 a few more words, but someone's fingertips were gently brushed across his chest, causing uncontrollable tremors. He tried his best to suppress himself, not daring to let Wen Luling, who was unbuttoning him, notice. , Both hands slowly crumpled the sheets.

The braid buttons of Chinese costumes are very difficult to untie, and each one takes a long time to complete.The young man's long and slender fingers struggled with them one by one, but due to his clumsiness or other reasons, he couldn't unscrew the last button for a long time.

Meng Yile felt the two hands resting on top of his legs, and then completely raised his braids without disappointment.

Meng Yile said at a loss: 【I, I, I, I...】

432: [Don't panic, calm down first, and then we'll find a solution slowly. 】

Meng Yile: [Okay... I'll calm down...]

The next moment, Wen Luling finally untied the last button of the braid, and then Meng Yile breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, he heard 432 scolding "idiot", mixed with the sound of his pants being ripped off...

Meng Yile felt a chill down below, and then was exposed in front of the young man like this, there was no way to hide...

Meng Yile was already crying in a panic in his heart, but his face was still calm, as if he didn't care about his situation being exposed in front of his son.

Wen Jiu always didn't care about anything, her indifference made people helpless.

He just sat on the bed like this, facing Wen Luling's slight surprise, pretending to be calm, and decided to just die like this.

The atmosphere was awkward for an indeterminate amount of time, Meng Yile and Wen Luling were stunned in place together, no one spoke for a long time, they just watched the reaction that shouldn't be happening.

The kneeling young man was finally willing to raise his eyes, no longer staring at Meng Yile's embarrassing evidence, he just breathed a sigh of relief, and heard the other party say: "Father, please let me help you."