Tigers ban coveting

Everything was silent, and the carved clock on the wall swung its pendulum, striking nine times in a regular manner, telling the time on time.

A complex and transparent crystal chandelier hangs on the five-meter-high roof, illuminating the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side brightly.

As far as the eye can see, except for the solitary marble coffee table in the center, there is almost no other furniture, and it is very empty.

The little white tiger slumped into a puddle shook its fur, lazily swung its furry tail nine times as the clock struck, followed the pendulum clock to stop as if obsessive-compulsive, and then opened its eyes slightly, revealing amber pupils.

Feeling that the water glass on the coffee table next to him was about to fall, and it was about to fall down in a second, he put away his laziness and stood up suddenly, and slapped it as if predicting it, simply and neatly.

The crystal glass hit the polished floor, and the glass splashed all over the floor.

After disposing of the broken cup, he habitually glanced at the live broadcast on the coffee table. Layers of barrage had already covered his face on the screen:

【Ah, I'm fine...Daily task: smash furniture (1/1) completed】

【What kind of evil can a little tiger have?He's just itchy palm]

[Zai Zai casually chatting, mom will give you money! 】

[No, even the bed and sofa are gone?What is the curator doing to let such a cute baby sleep on the floor? ? ? 】

[The curator doesn't take the blame, most likely his son is too lazy to change the film because of his own failure]

[You are new here, don't speak ill of the curator, you will be blocked]

It seemed to confirm that the barrage was right. It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, and the two chubby short claws placed on the keyboard and the mouse respectively, and poked wildly.

Find out the name.

Right-click.

Choose to block.

Block the account time selection:

permanent.

All in one go.

It hurts to be skilled.

In fact, I don't blame him for tearing down the house, it's these things that provoke him.It's just to act first, otherwise you will hurt yourself.

The sleeping floor is a bit hard, but safe.

The curator Duan Yongnian treated him very well, rescued him back to the brink of death, taught him various skills, and gave him the greatest freedom.

All kinds of delicious food are delivered every day, I personally take care of bathing and walking, and silently buy new ones when things are broken.

He even gave up the name Duan Wuxin.

Generally speaking, Duan Yongnian is the reborn father.

Duan Wuxin tapped the keyboard with his palms, and his face was on the camera. He was obviously a majestic little white tiger, but because of his puffy little round face, his vigor was lowered a little, and he looked a little naive.

With an indifferent expression on his face, he stretched out his round hand and typed proficiently: 【Don't scold him! ! ! ! ! 】

Five exclamation points, expressing outrage.

This was also taught by Duan Yongnian.

[Yes, yes, the curator is the best~ Xinbao is not angry]

[To be reasonable, the curator really treats Zai Zai as his son]

[u1s1, if I can raise Xinxin... Suck it~ so greedy~]

[Don't scold the curator, but those are two thousand cups. Mom won't allow you to waste them! 】

[As long as the son is happy, the generous mother will give you money]

[Go away, don't want a male mother]

Seeing the harmony of the barrage restored, Duan Wuxin retracted his front paws into his belly, and wagged his tail leisurely.

A flamboyant reward with special effects exploded on the screen like fireworks, with no intention of stopping.

As the anchor who firmly sits at the top of the live broadcast attention, this is a normal operation.

In addition to the one on the coffee table, cameras are installed both indoors and outdoors in the room, which is convenient for live broadcast to switch angles and attract big cats in all directions.

Duan Wuxin, the anchor, doesn't have to do anything, he can be watched all night while he sleeps.

Duan Wuxin was stunned for a while, then got up and shook his hair in boredom.Why is it so boring every day.

If it wasn't for earning more money for Duan Yongnian, he wouldn't even want to start the live broadcast.

A gust of cold wind swept over the open window sill, he stood up, stretched his short white legs, and began to walk straight along the French windows.

With sharp eyes and steady steps, looking at the lush trees outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, he has the momentum of patrolling the territory.

[The six relatives don't recognize Wuxinbu! ! ! 】

【Smooth Swing Machine】

【Take two steps, you take two more steps】

[Shun Guai Shun Guai, mother's big boy]

Duan Wuxin glanced at the layers of words, did not study carefully, and continued to shake his head and hands and feet.

You don't need to look to know that it must be full of beautiful words.

Oh, it's all small scenes.

This group of blind and innocent human beings love themselves so much, I will not be happy.

Duan Wuxin, with a serious expression, continued to take careless steps with his calves, looking down upon the trees.

It was that little tail, which couldn't hold back and began to wag rhythmically.

The Marshal's Mansion in the center of the city is brightly lit.

In the study room, the man rubbed his brows with a little tiredness, leaned back in the chair, and asked casually, "How is the research institute's project going?"

"Reporting officer, seven project hosts have declared failure, two have just made great progress, three are finishing, and the rest of the projects are still being followed up."

The adjutant who just took office was wearing a neat military uniform and stood straight aside, "The temperature has dropped recently, you wear too little."

Ling Junhan hummed, reached out to take the military uniform hanging on Ling Jiamu's arm, and draped it loosely on his shoulders.

Even though he was looking up at people, his slightly raised chin was very rebellious.

He stared thoughtfully at the forcibly serious face in front of him, and snorted: "Relax, don't call me sir in private. Is there anything else?"

Ling Jiamu also smiled, raised his hand and loosened a button, "Mom introduced you to another partner and asked you to go home tomorrow."

"No." Ling Junhan rebuffed straight away, got up with his military coat on his shoulders, "Follow me to the research institute, let them get off work early today."

Ling Jiamu followed behind him, chattering about the mission assigned by his mother: "I've seen the candidates this time, and they look pretty good. I have a photo here, if you want to see it, I can... .”

Ling Junhan glanced back at him, and interrupted him, "You are too old, if you like it, go by yourself."

No matter how old you are, can you be the youngest?

Ling Jiamu made a face at the back of the man's black head, then silently silenced.

The winter wind blew up a corner of the coat, exposing a straight and slender leg, following the man's steps alternately, outlining a strong line.

Entering the corner, the lights in the corridor dimmed, forming a dense mass of night.The moonlight cut his face into half-light and half-darkness, making the sharp jaw line and handsome eyebrows even more sharp.

No matter how many times he has seen this face, Ling Jiamu still wants to sigh, how fucking superior.

It's just that after so many years, I'm still alone, and I don't have a companion by my side, it's so pitiful.

Ling Jiamu withdrew his gaze and persuaded persuasively: "Brother, I really plan to die alone, go and have a look."

"Don't call me brother during working hours." Ling Junhan was very impatient, and took a bigger step, completely leaving him behind.

Damn, who told me to relax in private just now?

Ling Jiamu rolled his eyes and followed the people into the night.

The research institute is under Ling Junhan's private jurisdiction. It is located on the west side of the Marshal's Mansion. It occupies a large area and has top-notch facilities.

The two walked for a while before Ling Junhan arrived at the door.

The sensor door opened automatically, and the room was noisy.

Ling Junhan frowned, and when he looked up, he saw his group of elite men in white uniforms huddling excitedly at the center console.

Eyebrows beaming, mouth parted, a strangely contented smile on his face.

Gathering a crowd to watch a movie?The more you live, the more you go back.

Ling Junhan coughed lightly, the group of people didn't move their heads, and no one paid attention to him.

Tsk, this year's young people are not very vigilant.

Subconsciously, he paced over in a soft voice, took advantage of his height and bent slightly, and finally saw the bright screen through the gap.

A white mass occupies the entire lens, and it is impossible to see what it is.

Ling Junhan casually nodded the nearest shoulder, lowered his eyes and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The man stared at the screen reluctantly for a few seconds before turning his head slowly, "Boss? Boss!!?? Why are you here??"

"Is this a man or a woman?" Ling Junhan asked.

Ling Jiamu followed slowly, and leaned over to explain: "It's live broadcast for animals. Oh, I didn't pay attention to the time. It's almost ten o'clock."

"Even you?" The person next to him moved the floor, and Ling Junhan leaned against the console with his legs outstretched, shaking off the military uniform he was wearing with a confused look on his face.

"Look, it's all your fault for dragging me to work overtime recently, which made me miss many times." Ling Jiamu complained in a low voice, but without stopping at all, he took the fallen coat and hung it on his arm.

Ling Junhan glanced at the screen again, this time the camera zoomed out, and he finally saw the white truth.

It is a small white tiger with smooth fur and dazzling white.

Probably the species has mutated, and its size is much different from the white tigers I have seen before, and it is slightly bigger than a pet cat.

The hair is fluffy and must feel good to the touch.

Ling Junhan twisted the palm of his hand, as if the palm had been pre-prepared for a soft touch.

It is true that the species of white tiger has not been seen for many years.

But this exaggerated number of people online, this group of people is really rare and strange.

He stared at the screen for a while, and the little guy was stepping on his feet, carefully taking out a new cup from the cabinet next to him and pouring water.

From the looks of it, he was still a little bit of a dull little white tiger.

It's just a cup, do you need to be so cautious?

"Okay, let's go back to the dormitory and have a look. Now—"

Before the word "Ban" was uttered, everyone dispersed in unison, returned to their seats, and shouted: "Ten o'clock is ten o'clock."

Ling Junhan looked at everyone in confusion again, feeling as if he had lost track of the times.

He pulled out a stool and leaned on it with his legs open, with his toes resting on the operating table, ready to study carefully what is worth seeing about this thing.

Suddenly, dense bullet screens covered the screen, and now even the white tiger's forehead was invisible.

【It's finally time to make a wish, I hope to pass the final exam next week】

[Let me lose ten catties quickly!Urgent and critical! ! 】

[To get rich overnight, the requirements are not high, 500 million is enough]

[Mom's illness is getting better soon, please be kind and wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

[I hope my brother can be successful in love and get out of the single soon]

Ling Junhan understood, this group of netizens were making a wish with a white tiger, and it seemed that they were very sincere.

He glanced at Ling Jiamu who was next to him with his hands on the terminal, and even suspected that the latest colorful barrage was sent by this kid.

Even Ling Jiamu believed it?That's ridiculous.

Ling Junhan touched his arm, "You may?"

"Well, I heard that the probability of success is more than 75%, try it." Ling Jiamu walked up to the wishing time, resting his head on his hands with a face of comfort.

"75%, there are still zeros and zeros." Ling Junhan sneered.

Seeing his brother looking stupid, Ling Jiamu added, "Before, everyone didn't believe it. Ever since a fan used Xinxin's avatar, he won [-] in a card game that night. There was a barrage asking for Xinxin's blessing, but he passed the naked exam There is also a girl who bought Xinxin products, and the boy she likes immediately confessed to her, is it amazing! Even..."

"Stop it, it might be Tonger." Ling Junhan was noncommittal about metaphysics.

Ling Jiamu glared at him, and his tone became serious: "Xinxin's live broadcast has always been the number one, and you can win a row by relying on your face. There is no need to use this kind of personality."

"..." Ling Junhan felt a little tired.

At any rate, they were all promoted to adjutant marshal, so why are there so many small words in the fan circle.

He turned his gaze back to the screen, and the little white tiger behind the bullet screen was slowly drinking water with his tongue out. He had just licked it when he suddenly choked and coughed into a ball.

The hairballs with distinct roots trembled even more, and even the ears trembled, looking like they had been tossed a lot.

Ling Junhan could choke even if he licked it. Ling Junhan was amused and tapped on the keyboard to type.

The account level is very high, and as soon as it was sent out, it blew up the screen with colorful colors.

Xinxin's official kissing father: [Can help people realize their dreams, how little memorize myself? 】

Ling Junhan wasn't sure if the little fool could understand it, so he saw the little white tiger who had coughed and leaned in front of the screen, and put his chubby paws on the keyboard.

His hair was furrowed angrily, as if he was operating something.

Ling Junhan thought to himself, among other things, this little white tiger has quite a lot of skills.

In the next second, the colored account ID turned gray.

It was clear at a glance that he had been blacklisted by a dragon.

Ling Junhan clicked his tongue, kicked his long legs, and slid the swivel chair aside, "Why is he angry?"

Ling Jiamu didn't answer the call, but just supported his forehead slightly, "...you canceled their account that they worked so hard to raise to level nine."

As soon as the words fell, the scattered crowd gathered around again, looking at the grayed out accounts, all of them were ashamed.

The scene fell silent for a while.

After a long while, there was finally a daring one who couldn't hold back, and complained with a sad face: "Boss, it took us three months to log in and clock in turns to reach level nine, and we spent a lot of money to get to third in the overall list, and now it's all gone .”

"Let's not talk about this, one of you will borrow my account again." Ling Junhan looked at the angry little white tiger across the screen.

It's a big deal, and his ears are pricked up with anger. This little temper is inexplicably to his appetite.

Thinking of the man who spoke and danced in Duan Wuxin's minefield, the subordinates shook their heads with backbone, "Our accounts are all treasures, don't borrow them."

"Be more generous." Ling Junhan folded his arms and turned a deaf ear.

Ling Jiamu made up the knife and complained in a low voice: "Don't make things difficult for others, I have to help you deal with the aftermath and give them a ninth level."

Ling Junhan was speechless, thinking to himself that this group of people are really stingy, and the bonuses that are usually given out don't let you learn one-tenth of my boldness.

He lowered his eyes and opened his personal terminal, logged in to Xingwang Live and registered a new account, which was directly linked to his bank account.

After neatly paying attention to Duan Wuxin's live broadcast room, Ling Junhan's rough fingertips slid across the furry ears on the screen, and said with a smile: "Isn't it just a ninth-level account, I will pay you back after raising it."

Veteran fan Ling Jiamu bent over and began to point out: "Send more bullet screens and spend more money, sign in and check in every day, and upgrade faster."

"I know." Ling Junhan replied lazily.

Ling Jiamu broke his heart: "Please, if you want to post bullet screens... just boast more."

Or, just shut up.

In front of his subordinates, he dared not say this.

Ling Junhan decided to put aside Brother Ku's face for the time being, and said, "Okay, praise."

He first gave a small gift of [-] yuan, and accompanied by the special effects of the sponsor's father, he typed one by one:

【Do you still drink water?little things】

【You are so cute when you are angry】

[Put your ears up a little more]

【I like you so much】

The last one failed to be sent, and the system popped up a prompt: The barrage cannot be sent within three days.

Ling Jiamu reminded with a strange yin and yang: "Sir, you have been silenced by my son again."

Ling Junhan: "?"