Lanling

Jiang Minzhi hasn't slept next to Lan Ling these days, seeing her husband's day by day, she also began to have the idea of ​​having sex with him, this night, after the children were asleep, she sneaked in.

Hearing the sound, Lan Ling immediately sat up, and before Jiang Minzhi reached the bed, he stretched out his hand and turned on the light in the room, seeing who was coming, Lan Ling stretched out his hand to wrap the quilt, his eyes were also strange, "You..."

"I'm sorry, I'll go out right away!" Jiang Minzhi knew that Lanling had lost his memory, but after getting along these days, they gradually became familiar with each other. Besides, how could there be any reason for a husband and wife to have different rooms?She was dejected, could it be that he was injured, even that place was useless?Well, let's wait.

"Don't go, you sleep here, I'll go out!" Lan Ling said, already put on his clothes, picked up a quilt and left.

"A Ling, you don't have to be afraid, we are husband and wife, this kind of thing is very normal." Jiang Minzhi's cheeks flushed with a hint of shyness when he spoke.

"I'm sorry, I'm still not used to it now, you go to bed first." After Lan Ling finished speaking, he directly closed the door.

Walking out of the bedroom, he put the quilt on the east wing. The children were already fast asleep. He couldn't bear to wake them up again, so he simply put down his things and went out quietly.

The night wind was slightly cold, and the bamboo by the courtyard door made a rustling sound. He went out and walked straight to the nearest small shop that was open at night.

Even though it was midnight, there were still many people hanging around on the road. There were few wars in City A, so every household lived and worked in peace and contentment. Even in such a cold night, there were still laughter and joy everywhere.

These days, he inquired about some things from the people around him. The rich family here is the Ye family, and the person in charge is Ye Enxing, the master of the Ye family. He is in his fifties and has three sons. The son is the son of Ye Enxing's regular wife, Liu Shi -- also the daughter of Yuanwai Liu -- and the three sons are now adults, but the eldest son is not popular because of his birth, and has been excluded everywhere in the Ye family since he was a child.

He walked to the brightly lit place, and greeted the waiter in the store, "Come here for a pot of wine!"

"Isn't this Mr. Lan? Why, you're here too?" The little girl looked at Lan Ling in surprise.

"What's the meaning of this, little brother?"

"Young Master Ye came here to stay just now! Just go up."

"What is he doing here?"

As soon as the words were finished, I heard, "I originally wanted to see the teacher, but because it was late, I wanted to rest here for a night, and then visit tomorrow. I don't want the teacher to come here too!"

Lan Ling looked up and saw Ye Ming coming down the stairs. He was very handsome in a gray suit and black leather shoes walking towards him. He didn't look at him, but said to the waiter, "Bring Mr. Lan's wine to my room." , I want to have a drink with the teacher."

"I'm leaving!" Lan Ling felt something was wrong before he finished listening, and was about to walk out.

Ye Ming stretched out his hand to grab his long gown, "Teacher, let's come up, I haven't talked to the teacher for a long time, and now I miss the teacher very much."

"But..." Lan Ling resisted with only a sliver of reason.

"Doesn't the teacher want to know how I fight?" Ye Ming's words were a little aggressive, with a unique threat but very respectful.

Lan Ling knew that he was inferior, and if he continued to refuse, it would make people feel very strange, so he said: "Alright, let's go!"

"Teacher, please!" Ye Ming bowed and asked Lan Ling to go ahead.

Lan Ling walked forward generously, but felt that there were eyes on his back that seemed to want to see through him, and his slightly stiff back finally relaxed a little as he walked into the room.

"Teacher, please take a seat!"

Lan Ling sat down and watched Ye Ming pour tea skillfully. His deep face looked very serious under the dim light. He took the quilt in Ye Ming's hand and took a sip.

"When did the teacher like drinking Longjing so much?" Ye Ming looked at him with a half-smile.

"Huh?" Lan Ling raised his head and frowned. He likes the freshness and refreshing taste of Longjing, with a faint fragrance. Taking a deep breath always feels refreshing. Although I drank a lot of tea at Ye's house before , but I only like Longjing.

"I remember that the teacher never drank Longjing before. You always said that the taste of Longjing is too weak and has no integrity. Every time you drink this tea, you will frown, which makes the tea maker very embarrassed." Ye Ming said this I didn't look at Lanling when I was there, I just drank the tea in my hand.

Lan Ling's heart flickered, he didn't expect Ye Ming to be so meticulous, he could only bite the bullet and lie, "Ha, maybe it's because I forgot the past, even the taste of tea."

"Yeah, the teacher doesn't remember anything, even me." Ye Ming raised his eyelashes and looked at him.

As soon as Lan Ling met his gaze, he quickly lowered his head, picked up his teacup and drank tea, "I'm sorry, I don't want to do this either."

"It's okay, teacher, live a good life, I will protect you."

"That's really troublesome for you." Lan Ling looked at Ye Ming politely, but noticed the anger on the other's face, and immediately closed his mouth. At this time, the second brother knocked on the door to deliver wine, and he got up and opened the door.

"Mr. Lan, the wine you want!"

"Okay, thank you little brother!"

"Why did Mr. Lan suddenly become polite? Mr. Lan is a regular customer in our store. I still remember when Young Master Ye went to school, you often brought him here to drink!"

"Really? How can the teacher take the students to drink casually?" Lan Ling said to himself.

Seeing Lanling whispering, the younger brother put down the jug on the tray and a few plates of appetizers, nodded to Ye Ming and went out immediately.

"Teacher, come, let us master and apprentice have another drink!" Ye Ming poured the wine.

"Did I really bring you to drink before?" Lan Ling asked.

"Haha, the teacher really forgot me, and I don't even remember anything." Ye Ming gritted his teeth with a smile, and drank it all in a toast.

"I'm sorry, it seems that I'm really not a good teacher!" Lan Ling looked at the wine in the glass in shame, holding the glass with both hands, "A Ming, you don't hate me, do you?"

"The teacher is really strange. I remember when the teacher brought me to drink, he said that there is no reason for a man not to drink. The capacity for alcohol should be cultivated from a young age. At first I thought the teacher was good at drinking. As a result, every time the teacher only drank After two or three glasses of wine, I was so drunk that I passed out, and it was I who carried you home, so that I was always scolded by my teacher!" Ye Ming said these things with a certain meaning on his face, Lan Ling had never seen the young master show such a look His expression, but I saw it on this person, and that kind of meaning might be called "happiness".

"Really? I'm such an asshole?" Lan Ling couldn't help but be attracted by this implication, laughed heartily, and raised his glass to dry up.

Ye Ming filled up the wine, "Come on, teacher, thank you for training me, if it weren't for you, teacher, maybe I still don't know what I am going to do!"

Seeing that Ye Ming was so sincere, Lan Ling drank another cup, but unconsciously became a little dizzy, shook his head, looked at Ye Ming: "A Ming, I seem to be drunk."

"Yes, teacher, you are drunk. It seems that this is the only thing that has not changed. You will never drink three cups, so it can only be called 'two cups drunk'!" Ye Ming watched Lan Ling drunk on the table, stretched out his hand Holding his head, leaning over, looking down to see his clean and soft face, she couldn't help lowering her head, touching his lips, deftly sticking her tongue into his mouth, stirring it vigorously, trying to absorb all his strength, but still reluctantly let go of him.

Ye Ming picked him up and put him on the bed, pulled the quilt to cover him, and stroked his forehead hair. He really wanted to take the teacher away now, but now is not the time, he wants the teacher to say yes.She bowed her head and kissed his ear, "Teacher, you should come with me, your wife and children will be taken care of!"

Lan Ling's face was itchy, he stretched out his hand to scratch it, muttered something, and fell asleep.It was the first time Ye Ming saw the teacher like this. He didn't expect him to show such a cute expression, and he couldn't help but lower his head to peck his lips, and he didn't let go until his lips were red and swollen.

"Teacher, don't blame me."

"Master, why did you come here?" A voice suddenly sounded from outside.

"Who's outside?" Ye Ming got up and walked to the door.

"Master Ye, don't you remember me?" An unshaven old Taoist priest lazily winked at Ye Ming with a bad smell all over his body.

"What are you doing here?"

"I can see clearly what you just did."

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to get something from Young Master Ye."

"what do you want?"

"The map for the next battle."

"Don't even think about it!" Ye Ming was angry, how can the battle plan be leaked at will?This can be related to the life and death of an entire army!If you want to get the battle map, you must kill him first, but there is no one who can kill Ye Ming!

"Otherwise, I'll tell you the secret of Young Master Ye!" The old Taoist looked fierce.

"Do you think anyone would listen to a dead man?" Ye Ming strode forward, grabbed the old Taoist priest, strangled his neck severely, and clamped his neck hard.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The old Taoist kept whimpering because of stagnation, and grabbed Ye Ming's arm with both hands, "Master Ye, if you don't let go, Master Ye will soon know what you have done!"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think I will do this alone?" The old Taoist glared at Ye Ming angrily!

Ye Ming didn't let go at all, "Let's try it, I'll deal with them after you're dead!" After that, Ye Ming shot the old Taoist priest, and the blood spattered on his white shirt, which was particularly glaring.

"Ah!" Lan Ling looked at Ye Ming in a daze.

"Teacher, you're awake." Ye Ming turned his head and smiled at Lan Ling, as if nothing had happened, and walked towards him, "Teacher, go to sleep for a while, I'll call home for someone to deal with."

"A Ming, how can you kill people casually?" Lan Ling looked at Ye Ming in horror.

"It was he who shot first, teacher!" Ye Ming smiled gently, without any warmth, "If I don't kill him, I will be killed by him."

"Is there no other way?"

"Teacher, why have you become such a mother-in-law now? Before, you wouldn't teach me like this!" Ye Ming lowered his head and stared into his eyes.

"How come? I can't ask you to kill someone casually, it's wrong for you to do so!"

"Okay, teacher, stop talking, you go to rest first!" Ye Ming seemed a little impatient.

"Aming, you"

"Enough, go back!" Ye Ming roared suddenly, as if realizing something, he suddenly showed a gentle expression, "Teacher, don't do this, I will be obedient, as long as you follow me, otherwise I will make more Something crazy is coming!"

"What?" Lan Ling was taken aback.

"I did it for the teacher."

"What for me?"

"It's nothing, just stay here and you'll know soon!"

Ye Ming pushed Lan Ling into the room, reached out and locked the door, no matter how much Lan Ling slapped him, he didn't care, the good show is about to begin, teacher, you will understand how much I care about you!

The author has something to say:

Lan Ling: Have another drink!

Ye Ming: Don't you know what it's like after drinking?

Lanling: What kind?

Ye Ming: It's okay, let's drink.

Lan Ling: If you don't tell me, I won't drink it.

Ye Ming: I can't tell you that.

Lanling: Well, I did it.

Ye Ming: ... (laughing)

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