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

At that time, everyone in the Wen family was sitting upright in the living room, and because of Meng Yile's arrival, the atmosphere became a bit more subdued. Just after the Wen family's ninth master entered the study room with several senior members of the Wen family, Wen The figures of Luling and Xinyu appeared at the door of Wen's house.

Almost everyone in the living room had never seen Xinyu before, so when they saw Wen Luling's caring appearance, they all looked at him and evaluated him, and then eagerly greeted him to take a seat.

For a while, there was an endless stream of people bringing tea, water, and fruit, which made the girl who had never experienced any big scenes blushed in embarrassment.

While waving her hands to postpone, she turned her head in a panic to look at Wen Luling beside her. With a gentle smile in her eyes, Wen Luling looked at the girl beside her, and under the careful observation and scrutiny of everyone, she softly spoke to comfort her: "Winter It's cold, drink some hot tea to warm you up."

Xinyu with blushing cheeks seemed to have found his backbone, gently took the teacup handed over, looked at the other party earnestly like a little white rabbit, and thanked: "Thank you, auntie."

The aunt had a kind smile on her face, "It's nothing to be thankful for," she said, suddenly looking at the people around her, and praised: "Look, the girl is really polite."

There was echoing voice from all around: "Yes, yes, he is also handsome."

Just when Xinyu accepted a bunch of red envelopes with embarrassment, there was a little movement upstairs, and then without warning, all the people who were chatting lively stopped talking.

At the moment when the little girl was in doubt and looked up in doubt, everyone stood up and looked in the direction of the stairs.Xinyu, who was belatedly aware of it, felt blessed and realized that it was the ninth master of the Wen family who was about to go downstairs.

She put all the red envelopes in her hand on the coffee table, and stood up with everyone. When everyone was silent and did not dare to speak, the young man beside her asked gently, "Father, the tea made today is very sweet and fragrant. You should try it." ?"

Meng Yile, who came down the stairs, heard the words, raised his eyes slightly to look at him, and then noticed Xinyu beside him, his expression remained unchanged, and he replied calmly: "It might not be impossible to try."

Then he walked to the main seat step by step, and the children who were playing there were hastily taken away by their parents, for fear of disturbing the elegance of the owner's tea tasting.

Meng Yile watched them hide from him as if they were avoiding the plague god, and cried aggrievedly in his heart.

Meng Yile: [Hmph, I, am I not beautiful? Huh, why are you always avoiding me! 】

432: [I'm afraid you will suddenly become abnormal. 】

Meng Yile: [You...you are bad. 】

432 took a deep breath, afraid of getting goosebumps on his body, 【Speak human words. 】

Meng Yile: [Always avoiding people, people are slowly getting infected with social fear, I hate it~]

432 only hesitated for a second before blocking the Taiwanese accent.

Meng Yile: 【She is so beautiful, shouldn't they be pampered and pampered, protect and hold her well? Why do they have to hide from her every time?Although people occasionally have small tempers and small tempers, but this kind of ghost setting that scares people as soon as it appears is really bad. 】

432: [Your message has been sent successfully, but the other party refuses to receive it. 】

Meng Yile instantly returned to his original voice, with a look of surprise on his face: 【Wasao, did I just say so much for nothing? ! 】

432: [Your message has been sent successfully, but the other party refuses to receive it. 】

Meng Yile: [... Convex. 】

Wen Luling brought the brewed tea to the man, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, with a gentle and respectful face. This kind of appearance made the people next to him look at it with envy and admiration.

There is really no other person in the world who can serve the young master of the Wen family like this.

Such a loving father and filial son are rare.

Meng Yile took the small teacup, brought it to his lips, paused for a moment, sniffed it lightly, and then took a sip, savoring the aroma and coolness of the tea spreading on the tip of his tongue.

Then he put the teacup into Wen Luling's hands affectionately, watched the boy work again for a while, then handed over the second cup of tea, and frowned when he saw the new tea in the other's hand, which was richer in color than before.

Wen Luling immediately sensed Meng Yile's impatience, hurriedly put the tea back in his hand, stood aside respectfully, and asked him softly, "Dad, do you want to try something else?"

"No need, no appetite."

The young man advised him: "Two days ago, the chef just researched a pastry made of plum blossoms. I tried it and it was pretty good. I was about to bring it to you, but you just came down. What do you think?"

Meng Yile thought to himself, what are you looking at, just serve it up and it's over, can I still refuse you?

432: [If you haven't lost your memory, you should remember that you just rejected Wen Luling once. 】

Meng Yile: 【The tea was bitter and astringent, it was so unpalatable to drink, Wen Luling lied to me by saying that it was sweet and clear, but I didn't even want to take a second sip, of course I wouldn't drink the stronger brew The second cup! 】

432: [Can't taste tea and rely on tea? 】

Meng Yile: 【I can't get the things that rich people play with. They are too elegant. 】

432: 【Like watching a video tape. 】

Meng Yile nodded and repeated: [Yes, like watching a video. 】

432: [I will definitely record a few more discs for you in this world. 】

Meng Yile smiled on the surface: 【Then let me thank you in advance. 】

432: [Serving the host~]

Serving the host... shit.

Meng Yile ignored the brain system of the sperm, ate a few pieces of delicious cakes decorated with plum blossoms, and finally stopped under more than a dozen pairs of eager and curious eyes, letting his eldest son Divided the pastries among several children.

Then he raised his hand and tidied up his skirt, and slowly got up, exuding a natural aura, infecting everyone in the room, several children experienced several days of reprimand, and no one dared to stay in Wenzhou again. Jiu made a lot of noise when she appeared, but she quietly held her pastry and stood aside respectfully with her parents.

It's like waiting for a lecture.

Meng Yile left a sentence: "Don't be restrained."

Then he turned around and went up the stairs, walked two steps but suddenly stopped, stood on a high place and turned to look at Wen Luling, his indifferent eyes crossed the long floor and entered into the eyes of the other party, making people feel desolate. a cold.

"Ling'er, follow me."

Wen Luling didn't have any objection, and responded, "Yes, Dad."

Then, the two disappeared at the corner of the stairs together.

Wen Luling followed Meng Yile into the secret room in his room. It was a small secret room with bright lights and only a table and the Four Treasures of the Study.

Meng Yile stood with his back facing Wen Luling. He was tall and tall, and his already fleshless body looked even thinner at this moment. The man had one hand behind his back, and the loose cuffs easily wrapped half of his palms.

Meng Yile gave an order in a calm voice without warning: "Kneel down."

The young man behind him didn't even ask, and immediately knelt down on the spot. There was a muffled sound of contact on the wooden floor, and it hurt just to hear it.

Meng Yile felt sorry for his elder son in an instant, but there was nothing he could do. Now that he had reached this point, he still had to do what he had to do.

He continued to make things difficult: "What to do next, do it yourself."

The indifferent voice echoed in the cramped secret room. At this time, the light in the secret room had been adjusted to a dim yellow color by Meng Yile, and the surrounding atmosphere was thick. It seemed that only a few rays of sunlight could be seen at the bottom of the deep sea.

As expected, there was the sound of Suo Suo undressing from behind. Although Meng Yile intended to punish the other party, because of the large number of people in the family at the end of the year, he was afraid that someone who didn't understand the rules would suddenly come in and see this scene, mistakenly think that The relationship between their father and son was not good, which made Wen Luling belittled.

So when he heard the sound of undressing, Meng Yile turned around and walked over to close the door of the secret room.

Suddenly, the sound of "ping ping pong pong" echoed in the secret room, it was crisp and pleasant, and it was extremely pleasing to the ear. Meng Yile glanced back, only to see the young man who was also stunned.

Wen Luling was kneeling on the ground at this time, his jacket had been taken off so that only a shirt was left, his two slender fingers were resting on the second button between the collar, and the place where there should be a button, at this moment But there was only a broken thread left.

Meng Yile understood in an instant that the button had fallen off.

He knew that for a family like Wen's family, the shirts were all high-end products, and the buttons must match the shirts. If they fell off, it meant that a piece of clothing was useless.

This might not be a big deal to Wen Jiu, but it was a big deal to Meng Yile.

Such an expensive shirt cost at least five figures, and it was too wasteful to throw it away just because a button fell off.

So when Meng Yile heard Wen Luling's words: "Dad, can you help me get the buttons back?", her body was ahead of her mind, and she picked up the buttons and returned them to Wen Luling.

Then Meng Yile was stunned by the electric shock.

Not to mention how many weeds there are.

But in front of the target of the attack, what could Meng Yile say? He could only grit his teeth and endure the torture and trembling that was about to come out of his throat, and then pretended to be calm, watching the other party kneeling at his feet, raising his hand. Gently took the button away from the palm of his hand.

Take away means that Wen Luling took away the small button in his palm with his mouth.

Before Meng Yile was frightened by this sudden change, he was still looking at Wen Luling's black hair and long neck, sighing at Wen Luling's meekness and cuteness, and then the next second he was meek by himself. The well-behaved son got wet.

The water below is called a flood, like the Yellow River, like the Yellow River, shouting all the way to the east without turning back.

Meng Yile felt the moist heat in his palm, but couldn't tell whether it was the pink lips of the young man or the red tip of his tongue, so he could only hold his feet that were about to jump up when he was startled, and continued to move strong and calmly. Stand still.

It's a pity that his body is already so sensitive that he would die. He was numb and numb just after being electrocuted by 432, and then he was teased by his eldest son without warning.

Putting down the big moves one after another, Meng Yile gritted his teeth and couldn't hold back the braid that was only raised up.

Oh, and of course there are stamens that only want to sip nectar cheerfully.

What do you mean you can't stop it?

It's just that the winter clothes are so thick, you can feel that your butt has been wet by a piece of water.

There was really no way out, with such a body, anyone would have to cry.At this moment, Meng Yile was like a wolf with green eyes, looking at the still handsome and messed-up Wen Luling kneeling at his feet, he wanted to pounce on him.

First this and that, then that and that.

432 suddenly appeared at this critical moment of obscenity: 【Use the front to rub it first, and then use the back to suck it, oops!I just remembered that you have two places to hold it.Tsk, one more choice and one more convenience. 】

Meng Yile: [...to facilitate your sister. 】

Wen Luling saw that although he had already brought back the button, Meng Yile hadn't retracted his hand, so he leaned over and squeezed his face into the man's palm, tilted his head and dawdled lightly twice, as if he was Dogs with smooth hair are average, and they are very likable.

Of course, if one ignores the scene of the clothes being thrown on the ground, and the current situation of Meng Yile's braids and nectar, it is indeed very warm and sweet.

Meng Yile looked at the eldest son who was begging for comfort and hugs, his heart was in a mess, he didn't know whether he should draw back his hand at this moment, or lightly touch the other's face, and praise him as if coaxing a child. sentence.

Or just stand still like this, responding to all changes with the same.

Before Meng Yile could make a decision, he felt his fingertips suddenly wrapped around something soft and hot, and then dragged it into an even hotter place.

He snapped back to his senses, looking at the young man kneeling at his feet holding his index finger in his mouth and sucking it gently.

The shirt with two collars unbuttoned was exposed, exposing a large chest to the air. At this moment, the usual meek and respectful face was looking up at him, and those eyes were filled with longing and longing. One point of pain and three points of cautiousness.

With a bang, Meng Yile felt as if someone had dropped a bomb in his mind, and in an instant, his entire thinking was blank.

In the cramped secret room, a man in a loose Tang costume stood with his hands behind his back. His slender figure was facing the kneeling young man. His right hand was slightly forward, and his five fingers were distinct, slender and fair. One of them was covered by a Zhang Yinhong's lips were closed, and she followed her line of sight to see a handsome face with sharp edges and corners, with a little bit of green pheasant mixed in it.

The owner of the face was kneeling at the feet of the man standing with his hands behind his back, his chest open, and a few discarded clothes fell around the two of them.

The chaotic picture is obscene, yellowish, mixed with black and red, and it is so foggy that it is impossible to see clearly.

Meng Yile didn't know how to react, his mind was blank, he only knew that the gap of desire in his body had opened wide, and he was waiting for something to fill him up, while the two brothers and sisters below were still spitting desperately, The place where he was already wet became even hotter.

Wen Luling moved his tongue lightly, wrapping that pruned, clean, white finger layer by layer, depicting the lines on it bit by bit, back and forth, deep and shallow, every time he pulled it away, he felt It's for deeper sucking.

Not long after, the saliva that was too late to swallow dripped down the back of Meng Yile's hand, converging into a small lake on the wooden floor.

Meng Yile had no thoughts at all. This special body, which had been dry for 30 years, had already been tormented insane by desire. Every time he suppressed it, it made the next block more difficult.

And he already has nothing to do with his body.

He is helpless, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, just waiting for a great liberation of life, to bloom himself with love, like a flower that only blooms once in a lifetime, and only needs a process of showing its beauty before he can leave happily.

Wen Luling's actions continued, but Meng Yile was dragged back to reality by 432 again.

Meng Yile was very flustered: [I, I, I, I, I just...]

432 nodded calmly: [Yes. 】

Meng Yile: 【Almost betrayed the trust of the organization. 】

432: [It's not the first time anyway. 】

Meng Yile: [...I'm embarrassed when you say that. 】

The man standing with his hands behind his back looked at the boy at his feet, his eyes gradually turned cold, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and the young man who was sucking his heart did not expect that, with a "chirp", the long stick in his mouth His fingers disappeared without a trace.

He seemed to be woken up by the sudden surprise, his eyes flickered in panic, he looked up at Meng Yile with such a pair of eyes, the light inside brightened and dimmed for a while, and then rolled his Adam's apple.

This appearance makes no one willing to teach and criticize. They will only think that the well-behaved child was suddenly lured by the snake, tasted the forbidden fruit, and accidentally went astray.

Meng Yile kept his face cold and did not speak. The young man gradually calmed down, suppressing the bewilderment and panic in his eyes, took a deep breath, continued to look at the other party, and said cautiously: "Dad, I have already felt your reaction. Let me help you... ok?"

Counting these words carefully, there were not many words in total, but Wen Luling spoke very hard, probing and asking in an extremely slow and gentle voice, as if he was praying for the gods to take care of him, as devout and passionate.

Meng Yile almost couldn't stand it, but his reason and 432 who kept threatening him with electric shocks hadn't left, so even if he gritted his teeth, he had to ruthlessly reject the young man's request.

"I have taught you for so many years, so I taught you these filthy things?"

Wen Luling shook her head hastily, "No dad, I... Ling'er just... but you have already reacted, why don't you let me help you..."

"Shut up! Niezi! Niezi!" Meng Yile yelled Niezi twice, each time getting more angry and serious. Since Wen Luling was adopted by Wen Jiu, he had never seen him so angry. He didn't dare to utter the words he was about to say with his lips parted slightly, and swallowed them all down his throat.

Meng Yile backed away with two tinges of anger in his eyes, then turned his toes lightly and walked behind the desk. He stood by the desk with his hands behind his back, his body trembling slightly from anger, and in a short while, all the things on the desk were swept to the ground by him. , In an instant, everything was in a mess.

Wen Luling looked at the back of the other party, lowered his head and pursed the corners of his lips, where the fingertips of the other party were still wrapped there just now, which almost made him think that he was going to succeed today, he concealed the flash of obscurity in his eyes, and raised his head again.

"Father doesn't need to be angry about this kind of thing. Ling'er already knows his mistake. How will you punish him? Ling'er will never complain."

Meng Yile turned back to look at him, those eyes that were usually indifferent were now tinged with coldness because of anger, which only made people feel that the distance between the two of them was even further away, perhaps worse than that of strangers.

Flustered for no reason.

"Niezi," the other party still didn't calm down. After shouting, he glanced at the half-off shirt with the tail of his cold eyes, and ordered: "Keep taking off!"

Wen Luling blinked, without any objection, raised his hand and unbuttoned all the buttons on his body, exposing his naked and muscular upper body, then left the shirt on the ground, then stood up and began to unbutton his belt.

Then the completely stripped young man walked up to Meng Yile and knelt down again. He picked up all the four treasures of the study that had fallen on the ground, placed them on the desk, then knelt down on the spot with his head straightened and remained motionless .

Meng Yile rubbed the ink casually, then took a brush and dipped it in the black ink, turned around with a cold face and walked behind Wen Luling, asking, "What's going on with Xinyu?"

Wen Luling didn't dare to hesitate, and said categorically, "Xinyu is after all...uh..."

It turned out that when he opened his mouth to explain, Meng Yile was holding a pen behind his back.This kind of stimulation is not small for anyone. The feeling of being walked on by someone is itchy and numb.

I don't know how to classify it, because it also has a sense of making people laugh. It seems that there are laughter points everywhere. When someone touches it, it will itch badly, so Meng Yile only needs to write wherever he goes. , the muscle group in any place contracted violently, tightening the entire skin.

【…】Meng Yile was a little speechless, 【Can't Wen Jiu punish Wen Luling in another way? 】

432: 【Punish people how they like, it's none of your business. 】

Meng Yile: [I think it's a bit weird to use this method at this time...]

432: [Then what...? 】

Meng Yile: [That's what! 】

432 was stunned: [What? 】

On the contrary, Meng Yile coyly refused to answer him again.

Wen Luling suppressed the restlessness in her body, and continued: "Xinyu is my sister after all... I can't leave her alone. She is my only relative in this world besides you. Dad."

The last cry of "Dad" was sad and aggrieved, and Meng Yile couldn't refuse the strong smell of pleading in it. He didn't say anything, neither should it be good nor bad, but just let the silence spread.

Tormenting the heart of a young man thirsting for answers.

Two hours later, Wen Luling's back was finally covered with calligraphy, and the white skin was covered with rows of small black characters, the contrast was great.

The young man has been kneeling all this time. For two hours, his legs have long been numb and unconscious, but he has to hold on. Moreover, this kind of punishment has been done countless times since he was a child, so he should get used to it...

Finally, Meng Yile, who practiced calligraphy on rice paper made of human skin for two hours, completely calmed down. He lazily retracted the tip of his pen, dropped the brush casually, and threw it back on the desk. shape.

But when he went to look at Meng Yile again, he saw that the other party had already turned around and left. He went to the door of the secret room and pressed the button, but before leaving, he left another sentence, "Go get the family law by yourself."

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Wen Luling hurriedly called him: "Father, what about Xinyu..."

Meng Yile didn't respond, and walked out on two long legs. The Ninth Master of the Wen family was in excellent shape, and he had a face of immortality, and he walked quite gracefully. There are also people who believe in the world.

As for the young man behind him, when he was looking at the man's back, his eyes were full of unwillingness.A shadow covered the light and brightness in his eyes, and when the door of the secret room was closed again, the young man got up, picked up his clothes and put them on, his face was already black as a carbon stone.

Especially the tight corners of her lips, full of cruelty and evil.

He said softly: "Sooner or later, I want you to cry and beg me to go to bed, Dad." He was the only one in the secret room, and this sound was like talking to himself, and it was like someone talking in sleep.

After finishing speaking, he sneered, pressed the button of the secret room door, and restored that docile and obedient face again.