Tigers ban coveting

Ling Junhan bit his cigarette and lit it, the scarlet cigarette butt flickered on and off.

After exhaling a puff of light smoke, he laughed and cursed: "Get out, just drop by and have a look."

"Not at all. He will really beat you up." Ling Jiamu muttered in a low voice.

Ling Junhan raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

Of course, if Duan Wuxin really dared to punch him in the face, he would admire his courage.

The temper is wild and energetic enough.

With his fingertips resting on the end of the cigarette and shaking, he continued to smash presents to do the sign-in task.

Ling Jiamu wandered back and forth behind his back, his eyes glued to the screen, and he had nothing to say: "Didn't you spend tens of thousands on that account yesterday? Why did you get another one?"

"Didn't you watch me get banned for three days?" Ling Junhan asked back.

He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and he didn't feel ashamed at all, "If you want to pay them back a ninth level, I'll keep my word."

I have to say, this number is really fucking hard to get promoted.

Sending out 10 yuan is enough to qualify for level four.

Looking at the fancy special effects, Ling Jiamu felt pain all over his body when he thought of the bonus that had just been withheld.

"Oh, the ban will come out in two days, it's extravagant and wasteful."

Ling Junhan paused for a second, followed his seniority, and teased: "Aren't you happy to send money to your son?"

"...That's right, it's still my family to go around."

Speaking of this, Ling Jiamu came to his senses: "I'm going to meet Xinxin tomorrow, what should I wear? Isn't the military uniform a bit too formal?"

Ling Junhan laughed, he was still stern when he came back, but he was in a particularly good mood at the moment.

"The last time I saw a girl, I didn't see you being so caring."

"How can your heart be the same as that of a girl! You should also be careful, and try to trick her back tomorrow."

While talking, Ling Jiamu took out a beautifully packaged box from the closet next to him and handed it over, "The tie that Admiral Zhong gave you last time is just right for you to use."

Ling Junhan leaned back in the seat, smoking a cigarette casually, hooking his index finger around the tip of the crimson tie.

Satin material, silky texture.

He asked, "What's the difference between this one and mine now?"

Ling Jia's wooden pestle was on the side, and he explained dryly: "... Brand new, with dark lines..."

Ling Junhan was speechless: "Do you think that little color-blind person can still see the dark lines?"

"That's right, then... change the bow tie?"

Ling Junhan dragged the ashtray under his eyelids, and put out the cigarette, "Don't mess around, the effect will be full when I appear."

Ling Jiamu scratched his hair, speechless.

I thought that if you appeared, it would be the scene of a large-scale fight, and the effect would indeed be so full that it would explode.

Having said that, this person is in his twenties, so he shouldn't be so naive as to settle accounts and blackmail after autumn, right?

"Brother, don't be as knowledgeable as him tomorrow, and don't bully the younger with your big ones. Speak softly and smile more." Ling Jiamu was heartbroken, afraid that he would blow up when they met for the first time, and there was no more text.

It's no wonder that the rumors arranged for his brother to be tyrannical, and he developed a vicious aura by killing decisively on the battlefield.

Just a glance in the eyes can make people feel a little weak.

Ling Junhan stared at the furry ball on the screen for a while before responding.

"Look at his performance."

Duan Wuxin had been sitting prone for 10 minutes, and suddenly sneezed.

He secretly slandered: I'm afraid someone is plotting against me behind my back.

Mao Shing's paws rubbed his nose, but the itching didn't ease much, so he simply gave up.

Duan Wuxin looked at the layer upon layer of barrage, thinking that this matter would be over in a few minutes.

After all, house demolition is the norm, and fans have already seen it.

Even if it hit Ling Junhan's face ruthlessly this time...

That, at best, can only be regarded as an accident.

Suddenly, the barrage was covered with glittering special effects.

The No. 1 big fan "Roses with Thorns" appeared, with a barrage plus [-] yuan, which crazily brought up the topic.

[Ling Junhan is not bad, Xinxin is with him, I can rest assured]

[It just looks a little fierce, it's all an illusion]

【Responsible, hard-spoken and soft-hearted towards people】

[Don't listen to those rumors, he likes small animals very much]

......

There are dozens of good things about Ling Junhan.

It's like an online marriage advertisement.

Before Duan Wuxin could react, he had just dropped 5 yuan on the new fourth-level account "ljhsnbb", and then followed the list and dropped [-] yuan.

【Thank you for the compliment】

[The person in front of me pretends to be quite similar, awesome]

[If Ling Junhan is on top of this number, I will stand on my head and have diarrhea]

[Bang Yi's tone, why does it sound like he knows the Marshal? 】

【....... After all, it is not surprising that local tyrant fans know Ling Junhan】

[What a boast... the old aunt also had Madam Ling's dream? 】

Duan Wuxin doesn't want to see the word Ling Junhan anymore, and she has a headache.

As a smart little white tiger, he has also learned how to bring rhythm after live broadcasting for a long time.

Glancing at the time, the hands of the clock were approaching ten o'clock.

He tapped on the keyboard and typed slowly: [Download early today, everyone make a wish early]

It was rare for Duan Wuxin to mention the matter of making a wish, and the barrage immediately cleared up a lot.

The little white tiger stretched his limbs, thinking about being a good person and doing good deeds.

The big deal is to sacrifice your own luck and satisfy everyone's wishes to save your character.

Unexpectedly, the usual variety of wishes disappeared, and almost the entire screen was swiped with the same sentence, the effect was shocking.

Of course, the middle is still mixed with the persistent praise of Bangyi.

[I hope Xinxin will not be sent away! 】

[I hope Xinxin will not be sent away! 】

[Ling Junhan is really, really good. 】

[I hope Xinxin will not be sent away! 】

[I hope Xinxin will not be sent away! 】

Mom fans are affectionate and righteous, a little tearful.

Duan Wuxin stood up and raised her head, looking expressionless and pretending to be cool.The neck was raised into a beautiful straight line, but the corners of the eyes were still wet.

Touching!I don't hurt you in vain!

With so many people making a wish together, it seems that this matter is going to be yellow.

However, within a day of comfortable life, I learned that Ling Junhan was coming to the brink of death.

Duan Wuxin had just recovered his appetite and ate and drank, when he heard the bad news, he almost choked to death on a bite of meat.

"What is he doing here?" The little white tiger looked vigilant, suddenly tasteless.

With a sad face, Duan Yongnian stuffed the meat back into his mouth, "I don't know, maybe I want to take you back today."

"Oh..." Duan Wuxin fainted, rolled over from the food, quickly shrunk into a ball, wrapped into a fur ball.

The paw scratched his forehead, and his tone was a little irritable: "Just say that I don't want to go, and my stomach hurts from hunger strike."

After finishing speaking, he tilted his head, showing superb acting skills on the verge of death.

Duan Yongnian shook his head, sighed and did not speak.

If this little trick can fool the Marshal, the Federation will die.

After staring at Duan Wuxin for a while, Duan Yongnian started the live broadcast for him.

He glanced sideways at the little white tiger, still curled up on the ground in the furball position, lying motionless and pretending to be dead, his back was very stubborn.

Duan Yongnian moved the angle of the camera and was forced to help explain: "Xinxin is sick today, so I won't interact with everyone."

Looking at the words of concern on the screen, he added another sentence: "It's nothing serious, it's just that I'm in a bad mood."

This has already been hinted clearly enough, and the bullet screens responded one after another: [Understand]

Duan Wuxin acted to the extreme, even her ears drooped in coordination, looking listless.

He glanced at the clock from time to time through the cracks in his claws, his eyes were vigilant.

It's almost 09:30, why isn't this person here yet?

The second hand moves slowly, and every minute and every second seems to be Ling Chi.

Duan Wuxin was a little annoyed, her front legs were bent and tucked under her head, and she felt a little cramp.

He moved his forefoot carefully, and was about to sneak a stretch when he heard the door knocked.

Three knocks, knocks, knocks on the door, reserved and polite.

Duan Wuxin quickly pushed his foot back, closed his eyelids, and entered the first level of security.

Duan Yongnian got up and strode to the door, opened the door, and saw two people in military uniform.

He made a smiling face, and was forced to exchange greetings: "Oh, Marshal Ling, Adjutant Ling, please come in, please come in."

"Hello, Director Duan." Ling Junhan nodded slightly, strode into the living room and went straight to the topic.

The ball that fell on the ground precisely, looked even whiter on the dark marble floor, like a ball of unmelted snow.

He stepped on the military boots and walked behind the little white tiger, leaning against the low cabinet and staring condescendingly.

Tsk, the little boy has a tougher temper than he imagined, and he refused to stand up to greet him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Marshal Ling is very faceless.

Duan Wuxin felt the sight behind him, and for a while, he didn't know how to place his limbs, and his scalp was numb.

The back was still tense, but the fur gradually became a little warm under the direct gaze.

It felt so weird, so eerily comfortable.

Because of bad luck, he is surrounded by bad luck and coldness all year round.After a long time, I have become accustomed to the uncomfortable feeling of dampness and stickiness, and it is no big deal.

But now...

The man just leaned back, as if he had been placed under the warm sun of early spring, dry and warm.

The atmosphere was so good that he was so comfortable that he wanted to roll.

As soon as the little white tiger squinted his eyes comfortably, he heard a deep voice.

"Duan Wuxin." The man called him by first and last name, without any warmth in his tone.

The warm atmosphere was instantly frozen, and the back began to feel a little chilly.

Duan Wuxin didn't look back, but moved her ears slightly as a greeting.

Just treat him as being rude, it's better to dissuade people with this unflattering appearance.

"I'm sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable. Don't blame him for not being polite." Duan Yongnian coughed twice and explained with a smile.

Ling Jiamu poked his head out and said, "Why are you sick? You looked fine yesterday..."

Duan Yongnian collected himself, pretended to be calm, raised his eyes and looked straight at him: "Because I don't want to be a gift, I've been on a hunger strike for the past two days, and my body is weak."

"Oh...that's it." Ling Jiamu touched his nose, not knowing how to proceed.

Ling Junhan didn't look back, his probing eyes still fell on Duan Wuxin, and he caught the slight trembling of his back.

He seemed very stubborn and forbearing.

It doesn't look like he's sick, but rather like he's struggling to maintain his current posture.

This look is exactly the same as the recruits who squatted in military posture for three hours on the training ground.

With such a violent personality, it's really hard for him to pretend for so long.

Ling Junhan's voice was still very flat, without any waves: "It seems that you really hate me."

Duan Wuxin hummed twice, without turning her head.

Then no, if you know it, go back quickly by yourself.

Ling Junhan threw out Wang Zhan: "Silencing, face slapping, hunger strike, a lot of operations. You made me angry, should I take you back and educate you?"

The voice is very low, with a strong sense of oppression.

Duan Wuxin's eyes widened slightly as the accusation fell into his ears, and his sense of crisis became more and more serious.

What?Is this the guy who was silenced two days ago?

This person actually watched his live broadcast?Didn't you see the scene of beating him in the face?

Now, in front of tens of millions of netizens, he directly pointed out that this is coming to settle accounts, right?

It’s over.

The forced calm was broken open, and his heart tightened.

Duan Wuxin couldn't help but suddenly turned around, and saw a pair of straight military boots, the trousers were neatly tucked into the mouth of the boots.

Further up, the brown belt outlines the lean waist, and the stars on the shoulders are golden and dazzling.

Sure enough, the same military uniform as Scarface.

Duan Wuxin looked up at the back of his sore neck, and his eyes fell into the man's dark blue eyes. He was more imposing than the photo.

Hmph, this person really didn't give him a good face.

...Do you want to swallow it alive or peel it alive, what do you say?

"That...sir, don't scare him." Seeing that the situation was not good, Ling Jiamu quickly interjected.

He took out the folded cat teaser from his pocket and shook it, trying to make his voice as soft as possible, "Xinxin, look, this is a gift from the officer."

Ling Junhan leaned against the low cabinet, stretched his long legs, and let out a low "hmm".

"It's really fun." Ling Jiamu shook the little bell, persevering.

Duan Wuxin raised his eyelids distractedly, and moved a little distance back, with an expression of "don't insult my IQ".

This person viciously came to Xingshi's door to inquire about his crimes, and would he even bring him gifts?

Ling Junhan saw that his white hair was blowing up all over his body, so he stopped teasing him appropriately, "I just teased you, I'm not angry."

He reached out to take the cat teasing stick from Ling Jiamu's hand sideways, the drooping feathers swayed casually, and the small bell on it jingled to seduce.

Wrist moved: "Come here."

This person can change faces faster than turning the pages of a book.

Duan Wuxin squatted on the spot, thinking to himself: Marshal who is stingy, you are not angry, ghosts believe me, I will not go there.

But his eyes involuntarily drifted to the cat teaser, wanting to catch it.

Danmaku looked at the little white tiger who was about to move, and then worried:

【Xinxin, don't be fooled by this dog man, he just wants to buy you off!】

【Don't compromise!Take a small step forward and lose a lifetime! 】

[My son has seen the world, how could he be bent over because of a cat teasing stick! 】

[Ling Junhan has something, if you want to promote it first suppress it, the means are enough to show off]

[Hold on, big boy, mom will buy you ten! 】

Ling Junhan put one hand in his coat pocket, caught the struggle in Duan Wuxin's eyes, and couldn't help but smile.

Sure enough, no feline can hide from the cat teaser, and the endangered little white tiger is no exception.

When the bell rang for the tenth time, Duan Wuxin was so provocative that she finally couldn't help but jumped up, trying to grab the shaking feathers.

But that person's movements were obviously faster, the feathers were pulled up rapidly, and flew into the air.

Duan Wuxin's fighting spirit was aroused, she was extremely sharp, and determined to have a showdown.

The bell became louder and more urgent, he jumped up and down, but he was always one step behind.

Ling Junhan flicked the cat-teasing stick behind his back, and finally hooked the little white tiger into a trap.

Duan Wuxin jumped up and landed firmly on the man's thigh, his forehead bumped against the strong muscle, buzzing.

It seems that I fainted.

Duan Wuxin loosened his strength and slowly slid down from his legs.

Just as she was about to turn over and leave, her neck was caught off guard by the man's big hand.

.......unwise.

With so many planes, they are really here waiting for retaliation!And said he wasn't angry!Cheapskate!

Duan Wuxin lowered her head, opened her mouth viciously, and stuck her teeth on Ling Junhan's wrist, with the tips of the teeth stuck into the skin.

Bad guy, I won't let go and bite you to death.

[Fight and fight!I dare to bite the Marshal]

【Still the familiar irritable, obedient, comfortable】

[Hahahaha can't catch the cat teaser, he's in a hurry, he's in a hurry]

【...Why do I feel that Ling Junhan seems to be molesting a little girl? 】

[It's like that, first pretend to be fierce, and then play hooliganism, the domineering marshal fell in love with me]

"Relax, listen."

"Aww." I don't.

Ling Junhan exerted strength on his wrist and pulled it out of the tiger's teeth abruptly. There were two deep scratches on the back of his hand in an instant.

The lower jaw is fierce and bites deeply.

He wiped the spilled blood with his fingertips, flipped his hands down, easily put the little white tiger on the ground, bent down and rubbed his breathing belly badly.

The delicate fluff brushes over the palm and touches the warm skin.

Well, my temper is more irritable than expected.

The hair is also softer than expected.

Duan Wuxin was on all fours, flinching from the straightforward touch, and stiffened all over.

What's the matter with this man!Started to attack with hands and feet!

Just getting closer to Ling Junhan, the warm and dry feeling made his head dizzy and his eyes were full of golden light.

It was just a scratch, and the limbs became weak without any hope.

Duan Wuxin struggled to stand up, but was caught off guard and rubbed a few times.

The fingers with gun calluses touched the warm skin, and rubbed it in circles in a chaotic way, trembling.

Is there something wrong with this Marshal?

Ah... so comfortable.

Wait, no one seems to have scratched him here before?

Really... very comfortable.

Even if he offended someone first, it would be too much to engage in a sneak attack!

Um?Why did it stop suddenly.

With his whole body trembling uncontrollably, Duan Wuxin still grabbed the opponent fiercely with his front paw.

As soon as their eyes collided, the two sides were still in a tense posture.

He looked at Ling Junhan's hand hanging in the air, and let out a fierce "ow".

mean!But you, touch it again!