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

"Are you going to take a nap?" Wen Luling gently closed the door, the door was carefully crafted, not a single ray of light leaked out, and she was neatly rejected from the door.

Meng Yile folded his hands on his lower abdomen, lying on the bed, turned his head when he heard the words, and put his head in a proper manner. He lowered his eyes, and his whole body seemed to be very peaceful.

After another two seconds of pause, he finally asked, "What's the matter?"

Hearing these two words, the young man at the door curled up his hands imperceptibly by his legs, and he pursed his lips and replied respectfully: "I wanted to talk to Dad, but seeing that you are so tired, Ling'er Don't bother me any more."

He paused, did not wait for an answer, and hurriedly added: "I will come to see you again in the evening."

When Meng Yile heard Wen Luling's begrudging words, he couldn't help showing a little pity in his heart. He felt his whole heart ache, and then thought of the last time the two met half a year ago. The other party was waiting for him to reply, but not As for the matter that he "understood", he didn't dare to hesitate for the second half of the time, and hurriedly opened his mouth.

"Don't go."

As soon as Meng Yile finished speaking, he heard the sound of "crackling" electric currents. Hey, don't mention how desperate he is now, he can only pretend to remedy it: "How is the matter in the south handled?"

Hearing this, Wen Luling raised his eyes and glanced at Meng Yile, and saw Meng Yile sitting up calmly, arranging his clothes neatly, the light in the depths of his eyes flickered slightly.

The man in the Tang Dynasty costume didn't wait for an answer. He frowned slightly and turned his head to look at him. His slender and fair neck straightened with the movement, revealing a sexy and small Adam's apple, introducing crazy sucking, but he was afraid of dirtying the other party. The heart is rippling layer by layer.

Meng Yile called him softly: "Why don't you speak?"

Only then did Wen Luling suddenly come back to his senses, suppressed the excited look in his eyes, lowered his head again and lowered his eyebrows, and said respectfully: "Back to Dad, this time the matter involved a lot, and it has penetrated into the bones of those old men. It’s inconvenient to uproot them, Ling’er didn’t bring enough manpower, prestige didn’t make it easy, so they could only break through one by one, so this time it took more than half a year. Goodbye, you have already transferred from midsummer to deep winter."

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped, as if hesitating, and after a while, he spoke again: "Ling'er misses Dad very much..."

The young man was still hesitating when he said this, the sentence obviously didn't have a complete description, but he stopped talking, hesitating and daring not to continue, of course Meng Yile could guess what he was going to say next.

It's nothing more than: Do you miss Ling'er?

But it was such a few simple words, but Wen Luling didn't dare to ask, he could only pour out his thoughts, then opened his lips and thought over and over again, and finally rolled back those words that were too presumptuous. Stomach, and then honestly waited for the man's next interrogation.

Isn't it just an interrogation, one is sitting safely, but the other can only stand at the door with bowed head, waiting respectfully for the call, like a pet.

Very poor.

Meng Yile once again showed a little love for Wen Luling, and his heart was full of melancholy. Such a good eldest son, alas, wanted to please his father, wanted to do everything well to be praised, and wanted to get close to Wen Jiuduo.

Why couldn't he fulfill such a simple wish at the same time?

Meng Yile couldn't stand this torture of conscience, so he ran to ask 432.

Meng Yile: [432, can I slowly change Wen Jiu's temperament, don't always be so cold and indifferent, Wen Luling wants fatherly love, so pitiful. 】

432: [I can't. 】

Meng Yile got tired of lying to him, and continued to discuss: [Compare your heart to your heart 432, if you can't get your father's love when you desperately want it, you will probably die of grief.What's more, Wen Luling has not experienced the feeling of family affection for nearly 20 years, 432, please help me, 432 is the best, the cutest and the kindest~]

432 is still the same sentence: [No way. 】

Tsk, why doesn't oil and salt enter this system?

Helpless, Meng Yile could only continue to put on his fairy airs, finished tidying up his cuffs, got up slowly, walked to the sofa, sat down, "It's all settled?"

"Yes, Dad, I will send all the materials of those people to the study for you to read later."

The man on the sofa blinked. He gently twisted the Buddhist bead bracelet on his wrist with his thumb, and looked out the window, "Come and sit."

Wen Luling looked at Meng Yile's black and smooth hair, and the two exposed slender fingers. The color contrast was very large, but it was so attractive that people couldn't take their eyes off for a while.

The young man at the door responded softly, and walked up to the other party, "This time I came back from the south, I brought you a present, but I don't know if Dad will like it."

As expected, the man didn't react at all. Wen Luling seemed to have expected this result. After all, the Ninth Master of the Wen family, who doesn't care about anything, would be really weird if he really reacted. It's over.

He didn't feel embarrassed in such an awkward atmosphere, and took out a fluffy box from the breast pocket of his suit. The box was not big, and it was about the same size as the boxes people use when they propose marriage.

It's just that the color of this box is more elegant, and the workmanship is more refined and meticulous.

Wen Luling got up holding the box, turned to Meng Yile, knelt down on one knee, raised his face and looked at the thin and fair man respectfully, "Father, I begged for this from an old craftsman. I heard it is You can see if you like the box-pressing treasure polished by the most famous ancestors."

What I said is really modest, not to mention that the most indispensable thing for old craftsmen is money, but the ancestral inheritance is something that can't be shaken, so such a small thing can't be obtained by asking for nature.

As for how much time and effort was spent, it seems that it is not worth mentioning in front of the indifferent Wen Jiu, after all.

After all, Wen Jiu might not be willing to take a second look at something that took so much effort.So many things, it is unnecessary to say it, it just adds to the loss.

But Meng Yile panicked as early as the moment Wen Luling knelt down. He really didn't know why his eldest son loved kneeling on him so much, and he didn't know if it would shorten his life if he always took advantage of others.

Meng Yile: 【He...does he want to propose to me?You say I agree or not. 】

432: [It's possible, after all, the targets of the raid are perverted. 】

Meng Yile: 【Take back the last sentence, or I will glue your mouth to you. 】

432: [Why? 】

Meng Yile: 【Because Uncle Kong is not a pervert. 】

432: [I like my brother-in-law, it's okay to call him a pervert. 】

Meng Yile's expression darkened: 【You really want to mess with me, don't you? 】

432 saw that he had really touched his back, and closed his mouth awkwardly: [Okay, I'll take it. 】

What?Don't make it clear.This rubbish system is Tsundere, why bother to swallow half of the apology.have no choice.

Meng Yile didn't have time to argue with 432 any more. The well-behaved and caring eldest son in front of him was still waiting for him to receive gifts. It was the first time Meng Yile saw such a pleasant treatment of being served by others.

Uncle Kong's marriage proposal didn't count, how could a marriage proposal count as a gift?

The time he helped himself celebrate his birthday didn't count, and neither did the cake and the birthday song.

Meng Yile finally withdrew his gaze from the window, turned his head to look at the thing that Wen Luling was holding carefully in his hand, he just gave him a look, without any other expression, the young man immediately understood.

He opened the small box he was holding in his hand, held it up, and brought it to Meng Yile, with a little expectation and hope in his eyes.

Inside the box is a jade wrench, the jade is transparent and crystal clear, and the lingering blue color inside seems to be alive, slowly winding inside, one can tell it is a good thing at a glance.

Meng Yile stared at the delicate patterns carved on the jade wrench, and watched it intently for a long time, then gently raised his hand, took it out of the box as if showing mercy, and carefully watched it against the light.

When I looked at the light, I found a coiled creature hidden inside, covered with scales and animal claws, very mighty and ferocious.

Gently turn it around, and feel in a trance that the other party seems to be flying through the clouds and fog, but it is a small wrench, which contains a lot of heaven and earth.

Meng Yile played with the little thing for a long time, then gave a faint "hmm", and put it on the armrest of the sofa casually, without any other expression.

This reaction is too restrained to say that it is indifference. If it is someone else, if anyone encounters this kind of reaction after giving a gift, they will feel uncomfortable for a long time. pain.

However, Wen Luling slowly broke into a smile, his eyes flickered and looked at Meng Yile, with sincerity and eagerness inside, "Thank you, Dad."

I don't know which one is the gift.

Meng Yile, the one who received the presents, was just like a normal person, he just gave another "hmm" lightly.

The young man was still kneeling in front of him, the smile on his lips did not fade away, he opened and closed his mouth, hesitated for a long time, and then asked cautiously for a long time, "How about... Ling'er help you put it on?"

Meng Yile didn't say anything, he just looked at the respectful young man in front of him, the indifference in his eyes cooled down a little bit, his skin that had not seen the sun for a long time turned pale, and even the blue blood vessels were exposed one by one come out.

After a long silence, the young man who was kneeling on one knee seemed to have realized something. He hurriedly withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes in panic to look at Meng Yile's bare feet, and dared not look at him again.

The smile on the corner of Wen Luling's mouth was tinged with bitterness, "I was the one who was abrupt. Then Ling'er won't disturb Dad's rest."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, took two steps back and bowed in Meng Yile's direction. Although he knew that the man had already looked out the window at the vast world and could no longer see his movements, he still didn't fool him in the slightest.

Wen Luling turned around to leave, but suddenly heard a light, ethereal voice coming from heaven.

The man said, "Take the things away."

In an instant, the whole heart fell into an ice cave.As if being announced by Satan to be the Asura Dao, the barely maintained smile on the corner of his mouth could not help but be suppressed.

Still holding on to a hope, the young man was dying, "Father, didn't you agree to accept it just now?"

But the man asked lightly, "Did I say anything just now?"

Wen Luling was speechless, and the silence spread in the room. The young man knew that he had crossed the line, and this was the punishment the other party gave him without mercy, so he could only cooperate: "No, I misunderstood you. gone."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, the jade wrench was thrown to his feet, and the little green thing spun two or three times on the thick carpet before stopping.