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

At breakfast time the next day, Wen Jiu, who usually got up early, didn't show up.

432 Called the dead person sleeping on the bed countless times, coaxing and threatening, but Meng Yile, whose body had been hollowed out, said that he ignored it and just wanted to stay in bed, no one shouted, he just wanted to sleep .

This made 432 worry, and also worried the housekeeper of the Wen family. Uncle Lin, who was knocking on the door, happened to meet Wen Luling who had come back from a run. He hurriedly called out: "Master."

The young man whose hair roots were soaked in sweat was wearing a loose sportswear, and there were still drops of sweat on his face. He saw the butler raised his eyebrows in confusion: "What are you doing here? What's the matter, sir?"

The butler waved his hand: "No, it's just that the master is a little tired today, and he hasn't had time to get up yet."

Wen Luling walked over with long legs, with light steps, which set off the calm and steady posture of the whole person, with an aura that cannot be refuted.

The young man looked at the closed carved mahogany door, with a little bit of warmth in his eyes, paused, and said: "Go down and prepare breakfast first, leave it to me here."

Wen Luling speaks and does things very prudently, making people choose to trust and entrust without any reason.

Uncle Lin naturally had no objection when he heard the words, he nodded respectfully, replied: "Hey, good." Then he turned and left.

Then the butler heard a slight "knock" sound, guessing in his heart that this should be the young master entering.

The Wen family is quiet all day long, and the young master's actions are also light, so there will be nothing else in the follow-up.

The housekeeper glanced back when he went downstairs, and sure enough, there was no one in the corridor.

Meng Yile, who was drowsy in his sleep, had no idea that he was being stared at by a stare, like a hungry wolf seeing his own dinner, turbulent and eager.

Wen Luling's gaze was like fiery tongs, turning into raging fire wherever he went, burning all the loose nightgown on Wen Jiu's body.

After the flames passed, the fair and delicate skin was revealed, as well as the pale blood vessels covered with it.

Under the sunlight, the light is slightly reflected.Like a plate of tribute.

Just wait for him to lower his head and show his fangs, piercing his flesh, inserting into his bone marrow, acting recklessly and sucking.

It is only fair to use all the sweetness and dew of the other party to extinguish one's hot anger.

He rolled his throat, walked over and looked down at Wen Jiu's indifferent face like a fairy, and then found that this man looked more human than usual after he fell asleep, which is really miraculous and ridiculous to say.

I just don't know if there will be Wen Luling's figure in the dream of the ninth master of the Wen family, and he will show more pity and indulgence to him.

Speaking of which, if it wasn't for the half a year when I went to the south, I happened to meet a fortune teller and told him an interesting story about 16 years ago. Be grateful and go on until the end of this life of desperate struggle.

I thought this person was just indifferent on the surface, but in his heart he was in awe and love for all life in the world, and he looked at the world with love and kindness.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.This person is simply a perfect stone statue, who has deceived everyone in the world with that good face.

Also includes him.

The 16 years of long-term companionship and flattery are like wishful thinking, and no one has stopped to look at it.

That person is most disdainful and indifferent to life, which is quite different from what he looks like in his heart.

I thought about it too much for a while, and I couldn't tell if it was more unwillingness or more ridiculous.

Fortunately, it's not too late after all. The probing a few days ago finally let him know what his status in the heart of the ninth master of the Wen family was.

Ah.

Wen Luling climbed onto the bed and supported gently on top of Meng Yile's body, hanging in the air.

He moved closer to the man's face, and for a moment, silently raised the corner of half of his lips, which was full of evil spirits. He raised his hand, and gently touched Meng Yile's bright red lips with his slender fingertips that were slightly pink.

Oh, it's actually warm here, Wen Luling stared at the two plum petals in disbelief.He thought that people like Wen Jiu should even have cold blood.

I couldn't help rubbing it a few more times, unexpectedly, the touch was smoother than expected, even the best silk fabrics couldn't compare.

Wen Luling lowered his head and covered it with his lips, and pressed it tightly for a long time before he was willing to give up. There were turbulent waves in his eyes, which seemed to be painful and dissatisfied. Is there any reason to let you go?"

Meng Yile was awakened by a commotion, and when he opened his eyes, what he saw was the meek and drooping brows of the young man. He bent his body slightly, shaking back and forth gently.

It was only then that Meng Yile felt that someone was gently grasping his feet, and gently squeezing them.

It is a very comfortable force, even if a person who is angry to get up is awakened by this method, it is rare that he will not be able to get angry.

Meng Yile turned his eyes and looked at the young man's resolute and handsome side face. Sunlight crept in through the window, staining the tiny fluff of Wen Luling's ears, and then crawling along the face to the long hair. Where the eyelashes are long and thick.

Faintly enveloped them with a layer of soft light.

I don't know if it's because the white cotton home clothes are too soft, or because the boy's face hasn't left the green pheasant, Meng Yile just feels like he's chasing an anime with a fresh style of painting.

And Wen Luling is an elegant young man who tore apart the dimension and walked out of the drama.

Meng Yile was slightly stunned by the long-lost clean picture and moving atmosphere. At this moment, he almost thought he had returned to a foreign country, where there were brightly colored houses and streets, and homosexuals didn't have to avoid anyone's surprised eyes when they walked on the street. .

He and Han Xingchen were behind the large floor-to-ceiling windows of a certain hotel, looking at the majestic and beautiful morning glow, and listening to a Greek fairy tale full of dark atmosphere.

This was the first time that Meng Yile felt in a trance that there was some kind of indiscriminate connection between the young man in front of him and the young man who had crossed several worlds.

The similarity makes people have to think about it.

Meng Yile stared at the other person's brows and eyes. Suddenly, Wen Luling seemed to have noticed something, turned his head slightly, and asked with a little smile in his eyes: "Father, you are awake."

The sound of "star" that was about to rush out was stuck in his throat in an instant.

Meng Yile calmed down, suppressed the faint disappointment and sorrow in his heart, and instantly cleared up his mood.

"When is it?"

"At [-]:[-] in the morning, it's time for you to get up and have breakfast."

Damn it's only eight o'clock in the morning!To die!

But as a qualified time traveler, one still has to pretend, Meng Yile suppressed the depression in his heart, and said lightly: "Have I slept for so long?"

"Uncle Lin came to call you, but you seemed very tired, so I let him go." Wen Luling replied, the movement of his hands continued, and the slender knuckles slowly moved from the tip of Meng Yile's toes. Climbed up calves, knees, thighs, heels...

Terrible!Can't go any further!I can't stand this kind of teasing with my body!

Meng Yile pulled his legs out of the young man's hands very unsteadily, then raised his hands to gather up the nightgown that exposed most of his chest, covering the room full of spring, and got off the bed barefoot.

The thick and heavy carpet supports the white and slender feet, making them more fragile, as if the bones will break immediately if you bend them lightly with your hands.

Wen Luling still maintained the original posture, and the docile look with his head down was very distressing. He felt the empty palms, and then retracted his hands indifferently.

He stood up and bowed slightly to Meng Yile's back in the direction of the bathroom, his voice was reverent and devout, "Father, I'll go down and wait for you first."

Meng Yile's sensitive body, his legs were already so weak that he couldn't stand Wen Luling's masculine voice anymore, so he raised his braids. He didn't dare to wait for a moment, and hurriedly waved his hands to close the door. door to the bathroom.

The young man who was still bending over heard the loud closing sound, his heart shrank secretly, and the next second, a gloomy flashed in his eyes.

Wen Luling pursed her lips, slowly straightened up, her expression was as calm as before, but the two hands beside her were already clenched into fists.

Sure enough, no matter how much he tried to please him, the other party's attitude towards him would never change.

What does this look like? It's like a dog who is careful to please the owner. He is afraid that someone who is not careful will make the owner unhappy, so he will be kicked out of the door.

How sad.

But he still can't bear to change the status quo, and wants to continue like this. Probably, this is the most sad thing.

Meng Yile's legs in the bathroom were no longer soft, and Meng Yile, who was no longer hard somewhere, finally started to wash.

After a while, he suddenly remembered a very important thing.

Meng Yile: [Wen Jiu doesn't have athlete's foot, does he? 】

432: 【...You can ask such a vicious question in front of such a face full of immortality, it's really worth it. 】

Meng Yile: [Tsk, just in case. 】