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

In winter, the cold snap hits several times, and the light snow gradually turns into heavy snow, falling from the sky and floating on the ground.

In just one night, a thick layer was piled up between the heaven and the earth, and when you look far away, all you can see is a vast expanse of whiteness.

Although Wen Jiu didn't say anything, Xinyu still stayed at Wen's house, and was arranged in the guest room on the first floor like other relatives.This is already the limit of what Wen Jiu can endure. Wen Luling naturally has a thorough understanding of his temperament, knowing how far things can be considered just right.

So although he received the family law and endured some flesh and blood sufferings, his goal was finally achieved.

In fact, when it comes to this, Wen Luling is still very grateful to Wen Jiu, after all, such patience has left him a little bit of trouble.

The days passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye it was the day when Wen Luling went out again. At this time, half of the year was over, and the relatives gathered at home from all over the world finally came back home.

Sending them off one by one, each family has arranged souvenirs, carefully and thoughtfully arranged for the secretary to book tickets, the driver to pick up and drop off, and the service is extremely meticulous and thoughtful.

Do the best of the landlord's friendship.

Until the last relative was sent away, Wen Luling stood in the snow that had buried his ankles, looked at the car driving away with tenderness in his eyes, and let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

When he turned around and went back to Wen's house, he stepped on the heavy snow all the way, listening to the creaking sound of his feet, and approached the Wen's villa little by little.He walked for a while, suddenly felt like he was looking at a certain window on the second floor.

Sure enough, there was a tall and tall figure standing there, because the distance was too far, I couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, and I didn't know if the person was looking at me, so he stood quietly in the snow, waiting for the person to look at him to myself.

Even if he wasn't watching at first, he was going to watch him in the end.

It's already very fast, and in a few days, that person will only have himself in his eyes, and everything in the world will disappear in smoke.

He wanted Wen Jiu to only see himself.

After a long time at the snow station, the people upstairs found out that he didn't know about Wen Luling, but the housekeeper found out.Uncle Lin came out with a hand stove in his hand, walked to him as fast as he could, and put the hand stove in the young man's hand.

Half worried, half distressed, "It's snowing heavily, what are you doing standing here, young master? When the snow stops and we clean the yard, come out and have a look?"

Wen Luling turned his head and smiled at him, then turned around, and there was no one at the window on the second floor.

However, the young man's eyes were full of joy, full of joy that was almost overflowing, it was difficult to conceal.He lightly stroked the warm little thing in his hand, felt the pattern on it, and said to Uncle Lin, "I'll come back now, the master has a good appetite recently, so you can add some meatiness appropriately."

"Hey, good."

After explaining some trivial matters, Wen Luling turned around when he reached the door, and asked the housekeeper very naturally, with a calm voice and a calm attitude, he said, "Did you just report to the master on the second floor?"

"You said just now?" The housekeeper nodded unaware of him, "It's about those wintersweet trees. The master ordered me to stop making plum blossom cakes."

After getting the answer he wanted, the young man opened the door and walked in, asking casually, "Oh? Master doesn't like to eat?"

"That's not true. It is said that Lamei only blooms for a few days, and he wants to give more rewards."

"Master is in the study now?"

"No, I should have gone to the studio, saying that I just got inspiration and suddenly wanted to paint."

Wen Luling thought about it, and said, "I'll go and have a look."

"Hey, it's good if you stay with me, lest he be alone."

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When the young man walked to the door of the studio, he found that Wen Jiu was not the only one inside, and there was another figure standing quietly behind him, that was Xin Yu.

The lovely girl's cheeks are glowing with lovely apple red, which makes her more delicate and cute. She has been very quiet, watching patiently, waiting for the immortal sitting in front of her to create a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

The loose Tang costume on Meng Yile's body silently conveyed the fragrance of art, covering the whole studio. Holding the paintbrush with his slender fingers, an ink painting was slowly appearing on the rice paper.

Wen Luling didn't know what he was going to draw. In such a short time, Meng Yile only had time to draw a frame, and he hadn't outlined the details yet, and because it was mainly freehand ink, it was hard to guess for a while.

He didn't move, for fear of disturbing the interest of the painters inside, he just stood at the door and looked at the two accompanying each other in the huge studio.

After watching for a while, Wen Luling thought to himself, Uncle Lin really can talk, and he can say what he likes to hear. The master doesn't look a bit lonely, he has been accompanied by others, and he is not missing.

On the contrary, he has been alone and alone, like a poor bug.

Before thinking about it, a surprised exclamation suddenly came from the studio, and she admired it delicately and sincerely from the heart: "Your attainment is so profound, this wintersweet painting is so beautiful, and it is surrounded by such a simple two strokes. The boundless snow has been outlined, and I am so excited that I don't know how to express my admiration."

Feeling the turbulent mood of a young girl, Meng Yile raised his head and laughed a few times triumphantly, but pretended not to care and replied softly, "Want to learn?"

Xinyu was stunned for a moment, and moved his eyes from the painting to Meng Yile's face, looking at the man's indifferent and good-looking face, blushing slightly, and stammeringly asked: "Yes, is it okay?"

"Come."

A dark look flashed in the eyes of the young man who was watching quietly at the door, and his hands hanging by his legs were slightly curled up. He looked at the man in the room who embraced Xin Yuxu in his arms, and at the man covered by Meng Yile. With both hands, he looked at the paintings that were slightly blurred on the rice paper.

The dissatisfaction in my heart surged out in an instant.

Obviously he has been behind that person more than once, and he has been curious and admired at an innocent age, but the other party has never asked him if he wants to learn, let alone hold his hand, and patiently taught him to outline a stroke. The scenery of the world.

He used to think that it was the Wen family's ninth master who was cold and not warm, but it turned out that...he was not likable, and the Wen family's ninth master could be warm, but he couldn't warm him up.

If you think about it this way, it's hard for Wen Jiu. It's not easy to endure such an adopted son who doesn't like him for 16 years...

Looking at the warm picture inside, Wen Luling only felt that the two people who got along like that were just right, and couldn't allow the third person to stay there anymore, so he silently withdrew without saying anything.

Fortunately, the hand stove in his hand was still warm, with the faint breath unique to that person, giving him some comfort in the cold winter.So that the heart that has been twitching and aching can be soothed.

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Meng Yile, who taught Xinyu to draw for a long time, had no idea that his good days were coming to an end. He just looked at the girl's cute smile and expectant eyes, and tried his best to satisfy her, so as not to let the little girl's wish come true. .

As far as he is now, with a body in his 30s, Wen Luling has been dangling in front of his eyes for a long time, and he has long regarded young people who are about his age as children, without the slightest feeling of overstepping.

Well, even if he doesn't treat Xinyu as a child, he won't have the slightest affection for him, after all, Meng Yile is still gay.

Meng Yile: [What's wrong with gays, gays can't like cute girls! 】

432: [After you fall in love with a girl, it's not too late to protest with me~]

Meng Yile: 【If I can like it, I won't be called gay anymore! 】

432: [Then what are you arguing with me? 】

Meng Yile: [...I'm just telling you that although I'm gay, I still have a strong desire to protect cute girls...]

432 let out a very indifferent "Oh".

Meng Yile was heartbroken by his indifference, silently put down the brush in his hand, turned around and went back to the room.

Xinyu happily went to Wen Luling holding the painting, and knocked on his door a few times, "Brother, it's me, are you there?"

There was no echo from inside.

The little girl muttered: "Why aren't you here? I asked the servant and she clearly said that she went back to the room..." Xin Yu looked down at the painting in his hand, suddenly thought of something else, and immediately forgot about it.

Meng Yile felt a little sleepy when he got back into the room, first he thanked 432 casually, thanked him for helping to paint, so that he could pretend to be aggressive in front of Xinyu, a cute and innocent girl, and then he didn't bother to go Think, drowsy sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was not the white ceiling, but someone's short black hair.He froze for a moment, feeling a hot, itchy, addictive touch on his lips.

Obviously before he had time to consider that it was a kiss, Meng Yile's body awakened first, Meng Yile only felt a little spring protruding from under his body, soaking the cotton cloth there.

Itching like being bitten by a bug, very uncomfortable and tormented, but eager to be treated more violently.

Meng Yile felt that it was difficult for him to breathe, he didn't know when Wen Luling started nibbling on him, so how long the kiss lasted before he was disturbed, actually he didn't know at all.

He only knew that his head was dizzy and his body was a little tired, and he couldn't even raise his arms to push the person on him off.

Meng Yile opened a pair of indifferent eyes, watching the other party make trouble on him with a little surprise and anger.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, the snow that had been falling for a whole day finally stopped, the sun slowly rose and continued to rule the earth, and the golden light cast down was breathtakingly beautiful.

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Meng Yile shook his head in a daze, trying to make the person on him stop acting boldly. He was a little scared by his precious son, and even a little bit helpless and flustered.

Especially his defenseless and defenseless body, which has long been...

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"Niezi..." He wanted to wake up the person on him with an angry voice, but the voice he made was soft and inaudible, soft, like a cotton candy, and a poke could make a hole.

Not half deterrent.

The person on his body knew that he was awake, and finally stopped just staring at his mouth. Wen Luling gently raised his eyelids, looked at Meng Yile whose cheeks were already slightly flushed, and tapped his lips while looking at him. Color stared at each other calmly.

Eager and calm, such a huge contrast combined in the same person is very weird, but Wen Luling looks deadly when using it, it is a kind of calm and self-restraint with a certain chance of winning, and a slight anger as if punishing the other party.

For a moment, he couldn't tell exactly what his emotions were, Meng Yile only felt his body tremble uncontrollably, and he was... a little afraid of such Wen Luling.

Why did the elder son, who had always been obedient and considerate, suddenly show such a cold side to him? The fear in his heart spread and magnified little by little.

Why all of a sudden... What happened in the middle of this, that Wen Luling's temperament had such a sudden change? !

432...Where did 432 go, why didn't he be notified immediately after feeling abnormal?

Meng Yile's head was in a mess, and he couldn't breathe in his chest. He shook his head violently again, and this time he finally managed to shake off the person on him. Panting heavily.

Wen Luling reached out and gently poked into Meng Yile's loose Tang costume...

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Wen Luling, who had been staring at Meng Yile, looked at Meng Yile obsessively and fanatically, and then spoke softly, with a little respect and caution, "Father, let me help you?"

This sentence sounded a bit familiar, and it took Meng Yile a while to remember that this was what Wen Luling had said more than once, and the previous few times, he had coldly rejected them all.

The weak Meng Yile could only use part of his strength while breathing, and responded to the presumptuous young man: "Nie Zi, get out of here... um—stop—"

The young man acted as if he didn't hear anything, he stared at that place frantically, but followed his instinct, and slowly lowered his head.

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Naturally, it is impossible to realize his wish in a flat place, so he rubbed his teeth twice, clicked his tongue, and asked in doubt, like a child sincerely asking for advice, "Dad, why don't you have it here? "

Meng Yile's adrenaline soared after being tortured by these two blows, his mind went blank and he couldn't think of anything. It's a pity that he still has to try to stay awake in this tense and exciting moment, scolding him unsteadily: " Sin..."

Hearing this claim, Wen Luling suddenly grinned on his lips, with an air of indifference and sycophancy, he simply helped Meng Yile up, let him lean on the head of the bed, and let him The other party looked at how he served him.

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It is rare to get a little bit of sunlight in the room in winter. It is not as slanted as the sun in summer. Fortunately, Meng Yile likes these natural things, so there is a large window in the room, and it is easy to collect the sunlight in winter. rays of sunshine.

Meng Yile burst out with strength suddenly, raised his hand and slapped Wen Luling hard...

This slap exhausted Meng Yile's strength, and after he finished hitting the opponent, his weak body had already slipped and fell on the bed, and the young man's face slapped by this slap had turned to the other side.

Meng Yile's face was flushed, and his breath was unsteady on the bed, his voice was as cold as ice, "Get out...immediately...!!"

Wen Luling didn't care at all, he licked the side of his cheek that was slapped, and continued to show that wicked smile, a smile that made Meng Yile's heart shiver.

Continue the unfinished action, "This is the first time you hit me, I didn't expect it to be because of this... I have thought about it a lot before, and it's not that I haven't thought about the scene where you hit me."

But Meng Yile couldn't listen to Wen Luling's words anymore, he only knew that his clothes were going to leave him, and his secret that he couldn't see was about to be hidden, and it would be exposed in front of people in the next moment up!

Wen Luling grabbed the hem of Meng Yile's trousers and moved gently, but his movements were polite, even though Meng Yile's fair skin didn't leave a single red mark, it could be seen that he was very careful and cherished.

Moreover, he thoughtfully left a piece of cloth on Meng Yile's body, and took off all of them without taking a breath.

This kind of thoughtfulness inevitably left Meng Yile a fluke, he hurried to call 432, and asked him to help him relieve his limp and weak symptoms, who knew that guy would ignore him at all.

432: [I'm busy recording, don't bother me. 】

Meng Yile: [I'm about to be fucking fucked! 】

432: [That’s not right, it’s been a long time since you’ve been prompted for your completeness, so take this opportunity to check it out~]

Meng Yile: 【You don't want to stand and talk without back pain, I... there is one more thing under me! 】

432: [I know this, so I am so active in recording for you. This is all a benefit, understand? 】

Meng Yile: 【...Go away, go away! 】

432: [Hey, get out of here.See you again. 】

Meng Yile, who was so pissed off, was also worried that his shocking secret would be discovered, and was tortured so badly by this sensitive body.

And his precious eldest son helped him up again very caringly, leaned against the head of the bed and watched the other party kneel beside his lap, lowered his head...

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The incense in the room smelled very good, wisps and wisps slowly rose into the air, like swallowing clouds, but disappeared in a blink of an eye.

There was a sudden cold down below, and Meng Yile, who had no resistance anymore, slid down again. Before he could react with the sliver of clarity that remained, someone irresistibly tore his legs apart.

was discovered...

can't hide...

Meng Yile closed his eyes as if death was at home.

"So that's how it is...you are so beautiful..."

He heard someone's voice sigh sincerely.It seems to be praising a perfect and exquisite work of art.

The air is getting hotter.

[Ding, the strategy goal is completeness 10, the current completeness is 80, congratulations to the host, please continue to work hard (≧▽≦)/]

Meng Yile: [It hurts so much, it hurts to cry...]

432: [The video effect is very good, open your eyes a little more, yes!That's it, keep it up! 】

Meng Yile: [Oh, I'll let you try sooner or later, wait! 】

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Meng Yile has been grounded since that day.

Although he hadn't been outside before, this time the confinement was comprehensive. Before, when he wanted to enjoy the flowers, he could watch them for two hours without anyone daring to disturb them.

But now, as long as he stays there for more than an hour, someone will report his whereabouts to Wen Luling, and then Meng Yile will be taken back to the room by the young man who drove over, and it will take a long time before he will stop.

The air in winter is a bit dry, and the New Year's Day will be far away in the past, and the atmosphere will not be as lively as the previous few days, and the Wen family will once again become deserted.

It seemed that all of the people in the Wen family were replaced by Wen Luling's subordinates, and no one was willing to listen to his command. Even the housekeeper, Uncle Lin, was replaced. The new one was a very young and smart man. woman.

Xinyu, he has never seen Xinyu since that day, not even once.

But other than that, the Wen family didn't seem to be any different, it was still as quiet as before, no one restricted Meng Yile's entry and exit in the study, a place full of secrets, as long as Wen Luling was there when eating, They would stand aside respectfully and help him prepare vegetables, just as well-behaved as before.

Meng Yile recovered for several days before he could get out of bed and walk around. Feeling the invisible restraint belt on his body, his appetite became worse and worse, and his already thin body became even thinner.

On this day, Wen Luling finally couldn't procrastinate any longer and had to go out to work. He couldn't continue to imprison Meng Yile on the bed to do whatever he wanted, and he couldn't keep exploring that novel place with excited eyes. He said goodbye to Meng Yile respectfully. Finally, he walked out of Wen's villa under the other party's ignorance.

From that day on, the Wen family's surveillance became even stricter, as if they were afraid that Meng Yile would escape.

Meng Yile told 432, this is all right, even if I press on a pair of wings, I can't fly out!

432 didn't care about other things at all, and asked him: [How is this special body? 】

Meng Yile endured and endured, but he still couldn't restrain the words in his heart.

Right after Meng Yile finished cursing, he felt as if his body was being pulled suddenly by someone. It was only a small amount of strength at first, and then the strength gradually increased. The next moment, Meng Yile couldn't support himself. Shaped, fell into a dizzying whirlpool.

He hurriedly shouted to 432: [I'll just swear, you don't have to play like this, it's so frightening! 】

432: [This is the world shuttle passage, I can't control it, bastard. 】

Meng Yile: [Then why did I come to the world shuttle passage, what do you mean? ! 】

432: [It means that once the world channel is opened, you have to go through the previous world again. 】

Meng Yile was dumbfounded: [My day? ! 】

As soon as he finished saying this, Meng Yile felt that he was falling suddenly, as if he was thrown from a high altitude by someone, or as if he was forcefully sucked by something, and had no choice but to complete his task.

Things gradually appeared in Meng Yile's sight. In the dense emerald green, he saw a youthful yet aloof face, with little plum blossoms falling around him, falling on the boy's hair and shoulders. The corner of the loose school uniform was blown up by someone, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

Looking at the cold eyes of the other party, Meng Yile felt like a clown, unable to make a sound or move at all, so he could only keep silent with his already complicated and disfigured heart, waiting for the other party to take the initiative to speak.

The familiar yet unfamiliar boy finally spoke, and he said to Meng Yile in a casual tone: "So you mean to be my girlfriend?"

Female, girlfriend? !Han Xingchen's brain is broken? !

"Xingchen..." Meng Yile called him suspiciously, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt that he was struck by lightning.

Why is his voice so delicate! ! !It's still a little sweet! ! !

Meng Yile lowered his head resolutely, and then saw a pair of white sneakers, slender and beautiful legs, a blue pleated skirt, and a beautiful summer school uniform, as well as a pair of... femininity? !

what the fuck? ? ?

Meng Yile ran away: [432, come out! ! ! 】

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no response at all.