Against the current Hengdao

At this moment, Ling He suddenly picked up the frying pan, and several crispy and attractive veal strips flew straight down and went straight into the trash can.

Yan Xiaodao was also taken aback, with a rare look of confusion in his eyes, he strode forward and grabbed Ling He's hand.Ling He's hand was as cold as a piece of ice, this fact made Yan Xiaodao suddenly feel distressed.If it hurts the other party's heart, it's definitely not what he wants at this time, how much he loves Mr. Ling.

Mao Zhixiu and a group of followers all stood up, looking at each other, watching the situation take a turn for the worse. A few minutes ago, it was still tender and sweet, the heat wave was suffocating, the house was full of dog food and heavenly women scattered flowers, and in an instant they turned ruthless and swords were on the verge. The temperature and seasons changed a little quickly. The pattern of these two people breaking up when they disagreed is fierce.

Ling He has always been sharp-tempered, hard-edged, moody and unpredictable, paranoid and unwilling to compromise.Being able to live in peace with such a person for a long time really requires patience and tolerance.Xiangu Mao held her forehead and complained silently: It's over, I thought I could marry this big goblin smoothly this time, I'm afraid that Mr. Yan will go back on his word!

Yan Xiaodao took Ling He's hand, and said softly: "Ling He, you also have a reason, I have to visit my mother anyway, she will have her fiftieth birthday in two months, how long have I not seen her old man?"

"I'll go with you!" Ling He didn't intend to give in at all, and proposed directly, "Why don't you take her over and live with me, a filial son, you can guard her old man's house every day, and do your filial piety every day! You must serve your mother as your own mother!"

Xiaodi Su covered his face with his hands and fell back on the sofa. Boss, the content does not match the style of the quarrel. Are you tearing it up or proposing?

After Ling He said this, he was stunned. The two of them were obviously in a dispute with different positions. How could they talk about such an ambiguous topic of recognizing their mother?

Yan Xiaodao: "Cough, Linghe..."

Life is sometimes forced to make some helpless choices, just like at this moment, Yan Xiaodao has a clear mind, and wants to stay with Mr. Ling for a long time. Suspected of avoiding right and wrong responsibility, this is by no means a long-term solution that makes him willing.After all, he had to go back, return to his place of life, and then be with Ling He in a dignified manner in a way that he could accept more frankly.He doesn't care if such dignifiedness just makes him suffer some setbacks and make some sacrifices temporarily, and hopes that Ling He can understand his painstaking efforts.

And Ling He's way of thinking and attitude towards people is to get rid of the entangled mess, throw away those mother-in-law thoughts, and get things out in the most efficient way.What kind of morality, what kind of benevolence and filial piety, are all out of consideration!I want to avenge my great hatred, and I want to love my lover. If you are happy in this world, you should take these two things into your heart, and meddle in other people's business?

Yan Xiaodao came out of the bedroom again, and had already changed into a coat ready to go out.

He had already thrown away the bloody coat that recorded the worst battle in his life, and he was wearing Ling He's clothes these days.He was going to wear Ling He's "Henry Collar" light gray long-sleeved shirt grandly, and a pair of worn trousers with frayed edges.

Every morning, he thoughtfully rummaged through Mr. Ling's closet, picking clothes to wear.In fact, each set of clothes has the same shape and color, and they are all typical Ling's style. This is also a kind of intimacy that is invisible and silent... He really enjoys this kind of life, and he is absolutely unwilling to lose Ling He.

In the large living room downstairs, everyone stood there with dignified faces, as if a gossip formation composed of plum blossom piles had been erected in the living room, blocking his way.Yan Xiaodao frowned and glanced away, only Ling He sat motionless on the sofa, his back was stiff, and his face was like an iceberg.

Mao Zhixiu raised his head and gave Yan Xiaodao a slight wink, and all his thoughts and thoughts were about to drive him out of his body!

Yan Xiaodao solemnly promised: "I promise you, I will return within a month. If you trust me, just wait for my return."

"How do you ask me to believe you?" Ling He didn't even look up, "Yan Xiaodao, you really have no conscience. You promised back then that as long as I healed your foot, you would be willing to follow me... Now your foot is finally healed." Well, you don't want to stay by my side for one more day."

Ling He finally raised his head to adjust the focus, his eyes fixed on Yan Xiaodao's eyebrows like a scope: "What if I don't let you go today?"

This sentence is like an arrow that has been on the string for a long time, and suddenly let go of your fingers with a "snap", and then you are about to turn your face and ruthlessly shoot all the arrows.

Ling He said: "Xiao Dao, don't blame me for being cruel and evil, and use my way to keep you."

Yan Xiaodao was surprised: "What do you want?"

Ling He's eyes were full of provocation: "If you want to come up with this door, pass me first, and if you have the ability, you can step on me today!"

Yan Xiaodao considers himself a mature adult, so he feels quite helpless not to play this kind of boring fighting game.He tilted his head and looked at Ling He, feeling that the other party was just a child with an arrogant and rogue attitude, and he was about to roll around with him all over the floor, and there was an unfathomable generation gap when he was five years old, how will he live in the future?Yan Xiaodao said: "Linghe, you can't keep me here forever, can you make sense?"

Ling He replied: "If I can trap you and put you under house arrest for the rest of my life, I will definitely do so without hesitation."

After all, you, Yan Xiaodao, have someone else in your heart, you are a hero of the rivers and lakes, you are affectionate and righteous!There are still many people around you who need your "care" and you are willing to take care of them and enjoy the sight of them looking up at you and adoring you.And I, Linghe, am a lonely ghost who has struggled for half his life in the dark glacier, and you are the only one I have... You still want to leave me, leave me with nothing, let me have no sun, you are really chivalrous, Xiaodao.

Yan Xiaodao said: "Linghe, I won't fight with you."

Ling He stood up, his tall figure blocked the sunlight coming in from the window, making the living room instantly shrouded in thick fog and the water vapor of the seaside city.The handsome figure in white clothes attracted all eyes in the mist, Ling He said proudly: "Xiaodao, today I don't rely on the crowd, I can make you convinced by myself, you come and try."

Ling He turned his head and told everyone: "Move the sofa away."

Everyone was in a bad mood, and refused to accept the two men's fight with various expressions of resistance.

Ling He raised his voice and repeated: "Zhixiu, move the sofa away and make room for Mr. Yan and me!"

Mao Zhixiu opened his mouth slightly, let a dark cloud of frustration cover his head when it was irreversible, and quickly moved the long sofa away from the dangerous area with a few small followers, leaving an open space in the living room, and became a master in a blink of an eye The teaching field of competition.

Yan Xiaodao was very helpless, and softly said like coaxing a child: "Ling He, you can't beat me."

Ling He sneered: "You despise me before you fight? Have I ever lost in my life?"

Yan Xiaodao opened his undershirt, untied his girdle, and threw the girdle and the knives on the ground aside.Is Lord Dao still afraid of fighting with others?

Ling He said: "You'd better keep the knife, you will lose today without the knife!"

Yan Xiaodao said with a firm tone, "I can beat you without a knife."

Of course he wouldn't use a knife against Ling He, fighting with this person is just a joke, just let the kid be convinced and admit defeat.

Ling He's voice was gentle and full of deep meaning: "Mr. Yan, if I knock you to the ground today, you will obey me in everything from now on."

Yan Xiaodao: "... up to you."

Ling He walked slowly to the middle of the open field of the teaching field, deliberately left flip-flops on the sidelines, his slender feet were bare.Moreover, Ling He took off his coat, revealing a close-fitting white vest, with a thin layer of muscles on his shoulders and arms...

Under the white threaded vest, there is a clear flesh color on the chest.

Mr. Ling, who is braided, is usually very conservative, and his forearms are not exposed. Occasionally, he strips himself so clean, which is indeed a stunning appearance.His eyebrows are like ink painting, his eyes are like horizontal waves, and his body is perfect, making Yan Xiaodao feel in a trance for a moment.

Ling He raised his hands in silence and made a salutation, without any nonsense greetings from Luo Li, a big long leg hit Huanglong straight towards him!

The number of moves of the two is completely different.This very different approach is not only reflected in the daily gestures and temperament, but also in the content of meals, and even in fights, one land and one foreign.Of course, Ling Heyang has a bit of a monster, and Mr. Yan is also very handsome, so he doesn't lose his price at all.

Ling He kicked Yan Xiaodao and retreated quickly, avoiding the sharp and arrogant kick.

Ling He quickly kicked again, attacking his ears and shoulders.

There was a gust of wind in the living room, and the white frosted lampshade above the stairs was obviously far away and could not be swept by Ling He's legs, but they were all terrified and swayed left and right as if they had lost their souls!

Ling He's legs are extremely fast, and with the anger that is determined to win, there is a spark on his shoulders, today he wants to keep people.

Yan Xiaodao raised his arm to block the vigorous leg, and the white soles of Ling He's feet were hovering and dancing in front of him.Ling He kicked people with bare feet but his majesty remained undiminished, his calf bone hit the outside of Yan Xiaodao's forearm, which made him secretly surprised, this kid eats a lot, and his strength is really not small!

While Yan Xiaodao was dodging and moving, he felt shortness of breath in his chest due to shortness of breath.

His feet are almost healed, and he knows in his heart that although his right foot is not as domineering and easy to use as before, it may be worse for kicking people, but he can still hold on by hiding other people's black feet and defending instead of attacking.

Ling He kicked over again, Yan Xiaodao felt his legs go weak from this moment, and his breathing began to become short of breath.

It was a very strange feeling, and it was definitely not his limp.His ankle and calf are obviously connected by blood and muscles, but his entire lower body seems to be loosened, and he is out of the command of his mind and consciousness, so he can't say this!It seemed to be the weakness caused by lack of oxygen. The oxygen in the blood was extremely insufficient. During the non-stop sports battle, he finally approached the critical line. His whole body was like a mud cow falling into the sea or a sinking stone into a lake, making him suddenly weak and weak!

Ling He's handsome face with black eyebrows broke through a blur of water vapor and approached him. He didn't even need to show his aggressiveness, his face was still elegant, and his figure was able to swing his arms and legs with ease. He forced Yan Xiaodao into the living room with one kick. blind spot.

If Yan Xiaodao wanted to avoid this kick, he could only jump up to the roof and hug the disturbed chandelier.

This is impossible, even if he doesn't bring a knife, he won't lose to Ling He...

Hasty shock flashed across Yan Xiaodao's eyes, and the light was shattered by a blow.He was powerless to try his best to turn the tide. He watched Ling He's last kick, which was destructive and soul-stirring. It precisely kicked the side of his ear, from the earlobe to the chin!

A sharp pain swelled from his face, which made him unable to stand, and he staggered backwards.

"Ah..." Xiaodi Su let out a low cry in front of Fairy Mao, couldn't help covering his chin, and subconsciously moved his mandible, but his heart ached so much!

Such a scene was so similar to that at Linwan Wharf, it was like history repeating itself.Anxiety and frustration rushed towards Yan Xiaodao.Immediately, Mr. Ling grabbed the back of his head with sharp eyesight and hands, and the two hit the ground almost at the same time, one on top of the other...

Yan Xiaodao had no strength in his hands and feet, and became dizzy and short of breath due to the rush of fire, making it difficult to breathe.He blinked a few times in vain, dispelling the blackened image in front of his eyes, staring at Ling He who was pressing on him.

A mouthful of blood froth spewed out from the corner of his mouth, which was the local bleeding caused by the molars breaking the oral mucosa.

Ling He landed on one knee to avoid crushing Xiaodao's injured ribs, but he firmly clasped his elbow joints with a small sleeping technique, preventing him from getting up, and said in a teasing voice: "Xiaodao, take it huh? When have I ever lost?"

Yan Xiaodao panted and questioned: "You... What did you eat for me..."

Ling He caressed his face tenderly, indulging in love and satisfaction with possessive desire: "Xiaodao, don't be afraid, it's just a light dose of anesthetic, which will paralyze your muscles for a period of time, and it will be fine in a few hours. Don't make unnecessary struggles."

The anesthetic will only take effect when he exerts his strength. As long as he exerts force, he will be panting violently, and the oxygen content in his blood will drop sharply.

Yan Xiaodao was furious: "Are you still playing with me?"

Ling He had no sense of shame: "When the two armies are at war, the loser is the loser. Go up to the army and plan, General Yan, do you care how I won you?"

Yan Xiaodao's mind was like an old gear that was running hard and heavy, struggling to recall along the tracks of the gear: "...that bowl of porridge?"

Ling He nodded: "Yes."

Yan Xiaodao's words were stuck in his throat, Linghe, when you pretended to be tender and gave me medicine and porridge this morning, you had already taken one step and thought of three steps in advance, thinking that I would propose to leave, and you already had Planning to keep me in this way.

Ling He, who has a superb skill in face-to-face and mind-reading, seems to be able to easily read what is in his mind.A trace of self-mockery flashed in Ling He's eyes, and he told him with his eyes, yes, Yan Xiaodao, you told me to ask for that knife in the early morning, what else do I not understand?If you can't let go of your godfather, you must let me down.When I forced Xiaoxiao to decoct medicine and porridge for you, I knew you were going to let me down, so you had to leave!

Yan Xiaodao gave up struggling, and slowly tilted his head back, lying on the hard and cold floor, all kinds of complex emotions of love and hate for a person washed over his heart.In his life, he would never be able to compete against Mr. Ling who was scheming and determined every step of the way. He lost every battle so convincingly that he had nothing to say.

Ling He crawled on him, like an elegant big cat, rubbing the small mole on the tip of his nose: "Mr. Yan, you promised, from now on I will listen to everything, I can do whatever I want... you Tell me, what do you want me to do today?"

That bowl of porridge was scheming and planning, but the actions at this time were definitely not premeditated, and the moment the body joined together, Ling He was suddenly in a trance.Yan Xiaodao was panting continuously and his face was red, and the appearance of being pressed under him aroused the real desire in his heart that he had never explored, and some hidden wounds that he didn't want to touch.The feeling of vaguely swollen body has never been felt before.

Under the eyes of everyone, Ling He undid the three buttons of Yan Xiaodao's sweater, stroked the back of his neck, pressed his lips up, the breath and the heat wave rising from his chest clearly showed that this man was about to lose control, and his intentions were not to It is clear that they are tacit to each other.

"You..." Yan Xiaodao was startled, his ears turned red suddenly, and those who watched the excitement around turned their gazes up to the ceiling, but couldn't help peeping from the corner of their eyes, what's going on with the plot?

Mao Zhixiu shouted a slogan in a low voice: "Teammates, turn right and walk together!"

After the slogan was shouted, no one moved, and everyone shamelessly stood in a fixed position, almost waving the flag and shouting for joy.Younger brother Su Zhe's two eyeballs were burning, his mood was agitated, his breathing was short of breath, and he was about to cover the pot and watch the scene.

"Ling He, you..." Yan Xiaodao's mind was about to explode, but his hands and feet were crushed and he couldn't move. Ling He's brazen intimate posture of competing with him for oxygen made him even more dizzy and hypoxic.He wanted to stop Ling He's crazy behavior, because Ling He raised one of his thighs and pressed it up, "...you bastard."

Ling He's face was burning, and there was a charming red tide in the corner of his eyes. It was a face full of determination to fight against the tiger today. He pressed his leg domineeringly, and burned his ear with his fiery panting: "Xiao Dao, what about me?" To keep you? You say."

Ling He's brain circuit is different from that of normal people. He does not have the sense of avoidance and shame of ordinary people. He dares to tell everyone about the things about the house, from a blank sheet of paper to a big leap forward to shamelessness.Yan Xiaodao believes that this person can do it.

Yan Xiaodao's tough and solid expression was about to collapse, Ling He deftly removed the belt of his trousers, forcing him to reveal a large flat and smooth muscle in his abdomen, and then pulled the trousers up to his groin.It was the first time in Yan Xiaodao's life that he begged for peace with the person in front of him in a low voice when his soul was burning in such anger: "Linghe, are you crazy!

"Stop it, no!

"Linghe, stop... find a place where no one is around."

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