Tigers ban coveting

The temperature of the palm came from the back, and through the fur, he could also feel the rough and thin calluses on his fingertips.

Duan Wuxin's heart beat violently before he came to his senses, it was not a hallucination.

He said, take yourself home.

Obviously, it was the first time the two of them met seriously.

Obviously, the two were still in a tense posture just now.

Obviously he has a deep hostility towards the military.

But at this second, Duan Wuxin inexplicably felt that this person was very reliable.

He didn't struggle anymore, and curled up in Ling Junhan's arms in a rare and docile way.

This action is silent obedience.

At least for now, there is no choice.

Ling Junhan supported Duan Wuxin with one hand, and looked at Li Yingyi: "It's getting late, since this matter has been dealt with, you can go back."

The implication is, don't mess around, it's useless.

Li Yingyi didn't move, and stood on the spot with his arms around his arms, with a face full of anger but still pretending to be calm.

Bearing the highest titles, each other's face is greater than the sky. I didn't expect Ling Junhan to go back on his word so easily.

He clenched his back molars and cursed in a low voice.

"I've recorded everything you said tonight, and I can't go back on it." Ling Jiamu poked his head out wittily, and swished the recording pen in his hand with a bit of a low tone.

"Marshal Li should have learned when he was a child, what is first come, first served, what is a gentleman's word."

In the silence, Ling Junhan did not forget to add fuel to the fire.

Li Yingyi gave him a gouged look, his fists were clenched tightly, and the veins on his forearms were bulging.

He unconsciously glanced at the adjutant next to him, Xiao He, and felt a suffocation in his chest.

Can't a non-smart waste be as effective as that little slicker?

Today's humiliation, he will find a chance to get it back sooner or later.

Li Yingyi shuddered, and finally chose not to say anything, dragging the adjutant to slam the door and leave.

Duan Wuxin let out a long sigh of relief when he saw people leave.

It seems that he needs to strengthen his strength. When he sees this trash next time, he will definitely bite him to the brim!

He came back to his senses and wanted to pat Ling Junhan with his palm. Considering that the back of his hand had been bitten twice by himself, he scratched it lightly.

Everyone is gone, let me down!

"Don't move around." Ling Junhan didn't have that much patience, and lowered his eyes and squeezed his two dangling little paws.

He held Duan Wuxin in his arms with one arm, looked at Duan Yongnian and explained: "This time, you really have to follow me, otherwise Li Yingyi won't let it go."

Duan Yongnian saw the situation clearly, and bowed slightly gratefully: "Thank you, Commander Ling, then, Xinxin will be handed over to you for the time being."

For the time being, please return it to me in the future.

Ling Junhan: "Yes."

Duan Yongnian paused for a moment, then asked late, "The netizens...how do you explain it?"

Ling Junhan's face remained unchanged: "No need to explain."

"...Okay, can we live broadcast at least once a week? I'm afraid they..." Duan Yongnian felt that he was asking too much, and his tone became cautious, with a hint of discussion in his expression.

Ling Junhan nodded sharply: "Listen to you, I don't care."

For the curator of this museum of endangered animals, a worker who has dedicated his life to his love of work, Ling Junhan respects him from the bottom of his heart.

Duan Yongnian let out a long sigh of relief, found a small suitcase and spread it out on the floor, while packing Duan Wuxin's toys and daily necessities, he muttered:

"Food and precautions, tomorrow I will compile a list and send it to you."

"Do you still need a list? Are there many?" Ling Jiamu had no experience in raising pets, so he was very curious.

Duan Yongqing coughed, and said a little embarrassedly: "It's my fault that I'm too used to him. Just in terms of basic necessities, the column of 'Food' is a full thirteen pages.

Including not eating green vegetables, not eating yellow fruits, only eating the tenderloin, outer spine and upper brain of the meat, not eating mutton over three years old, the bones should be shaved clean..."

Ling Junhan glanced down at the little white tiger, and said with a sneer, "Squeamish."

Duan Wuxin blushed and turned her face awkwardly.

You don't understand about the Tigers.

After a while, Duan Yongnian finally packed a large bag of luggage and handed it to Ling Jiamu: "Adjutant Ling, I'm so grateful to you."

"It's not hard, it's not hard, I'm too happy." Ling Jiamu became the happiest winner tonight, and now he is smiling with a whole row of teeth, and he is in a good mood.

He was carrying a lot of things in his left hand, and he couldn't help squeezing Ling Junhan's arms with his right hand.

Ling Junhan slapped his hand down, impatient, "Go, bring the mecha over."

"Oh, right away." Ling Jiamu quietly slipped his hand on the fur, and then reluctantly let go.

Duan Wuxin lay docilely in her arms from the beginning to the end, raised her head and wailed twice as farewell.

He didn't intend to use a translator to speak. In the new environment, it might be better to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Duan Yongnian watched Duan Wuxin fall into someone's arms, leaning against the door, his eyes moistened slightly, "I'll see you when I'm free."

I have raised my son for so long, and now I feel a kind of sadness in my heart that "a good cabbage was shot by a pig".

What will happen in the future, no one knows.

But the current situation has forced us to this point, we can only take one step at a time.

It was windy outside, and Duan Wuxin couldn't help leaning a few inches closer to Ling Junhan's warm neck.

Just when the man turned his head, his thin lips brushed against the base of his ears, warm and dry.

Just, it was a coincidence.

Duan Wuxin hid to the side, but didn't dodge, and found that the tips of his ears were pinched hard again, unceremoniously.

This person probably has some eccentricity, always likes to pull his ears.

He stiffened his body, letting his hands grope erratically.

I'm going to go home with him, this is living under the fence and being slaughtered by others, so let him go.

As a result, the ears were pinched all the way.

I really treat myself as a toy.

Duan Wuxin doubted that if he kept pinching like this, sooner or later his ears would be covered with calluses.

Thinking about it carefully, it is more comfortable to touch the stomach...

But the request was too shameful for him to ask.

Well, absolutely impossible.

Duan Wuxin raised his eyes and looked out of the window of the mech. It was a very ordinary night, foggy, with only a few scattered stars.

What happened tonight was too sudden, and he hasn't completely calmed down yet, and his heartbeat is still chaotic.

At least he now has a vendetta.

A stone is thrown into the peaceful life day after day, and it can no longer be peaceful.

Ling Junhan's side face was printed on the glass, his hair was combed back, and a few scattered hairs fell down, he didn't look like an upright soldier at all, but like a gangster.

The man remained expressionless, with his head leaning slightly on the back seat, his eyes half-closed for rest.

It seems that it is not easy to get along with, Duan Wuxin still does not know why Ling Junhan saved him.

A whim of curiosity, or sympathy?

Or, just want to be angry with that annoying scar face?

There is no answer.

"Brother, we're here." Ling Jiamu stopped the mech and broke the silence.

Ling Junhan pinched his ears very naturally again, and asked, "Go by yourself or should I hug you?"

The voice was very weak, and the ending was pressed against the throat, and the deliberate mockery when they first met was restored.

Duan Wuxin was paralyzed comfortably, and suddenly woke up at this second, bouncing off her warm lap.

No, I have feet, I can walk by myself!

The two did not communicate, but reached a strange tacit understanding.

As soon as the line of sight touched, it was instantly clear.

"Okay." Ling Junhan glanced at him with lowered eyes, opened the hatch and strode down, "Follow up, don't get lost."

Ling Jiamu chattered: "Xinxin, you have to remember the direction you came in. The Marshal's Mansion is very big. It would be bad if you get lost and get caught by the bad guys."

Duan Wuxin shook his head and speeded up to keep up.

Isn't it just a marshal's mansion, so he won't get lost and treat him as a fool?

However, he underestimated how rich Ling Junhan was.

Simply, trench, nothing, human, sex.

The endangered hall is already very large, with mountains, waters and grasslands, and hundreds of different animals live there without feeling crowded.

But the land here seems to be free of money, and my feet are almost sore, so I can barely walk to the hall.

Outside the gate stood a dark steel robot, standing upright, with dull eyes and passive sabotage.

Seeing someone approaching, he said calmly, "Welcome back."

Ling Junhan untied his coat and handed it over, and ordered: "Xiaobai, tidy up the master bedroom, he is moving in."

Didn't name names, just a new face here.

Duan Wuxin nodded coolly, and looked directly at the robot.

His eyes met, he looked up and down a few times, and muttered in his mouth: He looks so dark, why is he called Xiaobai?

"Okay, master." The robot Xiaobai turned sideways slowly, raised his finger and pointed at the little white tiger who was still muttering, "Besides, he laughed at me black."

Damn, this robot can even understand a tiger?

It's over, there is a spy who is proficient in tiger language, and he can't sneakily speak ill of Ling Junhan.

Duan Wuxin stared back unscrupulously, and yelled arrogantly, "Black coal balls."

The robot was about to reply, but Ling Junhan glanced at him, and then said, "You're black in the first place."

Duan Wuxin was sullenly pretending to be majestic, and almost laughed out loud.

Xiaobai turned around expressionlessly, pretending nothing happened to change the subject: "I prepared deer wine for you and the second young master, drink some to warm up, I'll go to the room to prepare."

After speaking, he moved stiffly and turned around to go upstairs.

Wait, deer wine? !

Duan Wuxin caught the key words, and the alarm bells rang in his heart, suspecting that the black briquettes were taking the opportunity to threaten.

Come, come, actually want to eat animals.

The fawn's horns couldn't be kept, and his little tail probably couldn't be kept either!

The cold wind blew past, and a layer of goose bumps appeared under the snow-white fur.

Sure enough, Li Yingyi and Ling Junhan, one is an abyss, and the other is also an abyss.

Life is indeed a process of continuous trial and error.

Duan Wuxin restrained his arrogance temporarily, perhaps, he should learn to be a better pet.

If Ling Junhan thought it was docile and cute, he would let him live.

Ling Junhan turned back with the crystal cup in his hand, and caught a glimpse of a sneaky figure out of the corner of his eye, and lowered his eyes to catch it, "You want to drink too?"

Duan Wuxin shook his head and slid in through the crack of the door next to him.

A look of vigilance and alertness.

Ling Junhan felt a little funny, put down his wine glass, stared at him and lit a cigarette lazily.

Suddenly there is a living creature in the house, which is very fresh.

"Xinxin, I'll come see you tomorrow, I'm going back to my room to rest." Ling Jiamu drank a full glass of deer wine and waved at him, "You also go to bed early, treat this as your own home, and wander around casually. "

Duan Wuxin likes this little adjutant very much, he is always smiling and looks friendly.

He also learned how to raise his paw and waved at him.

Seeing Duan Wuxin go up the stairs, Ling Junhan lowered his voice to stop Ling Jiamu: "Find out what Li Yingyi's beast soul plan is doing."

Ling Jiamu paused: "Brother, you are suspicious..."

"Tonight's farce, his purpose is not pure." Ling Junhan made a judgment.

After inspecting the first floor, Duan Wuxin turned around and stepped on the expensive carpet to go upstairs quietly.

There is only one door on the entire second floor, and it is very easy to find when you go up the corner.

He pushed the door open with his paws, and before he had time to look around, he saw Xiaobai bending over to put a new pillow in the middle of the bed.

Of course, the expression was not very happy, it was still the cold face of a dead fish forced to work.

Duan Wuxin moved over quickly, jumped onto the bedside table, lowered his head and bit the edge of the pillow.

After pulling hard, he grabbed the pillow and put it on the floor, and patted it in one go.

Well, just sleep on the floor...

Originally, I didn't sleep well/stable at night, and if I had to share the bed with Ling Junhan, I might die.

Xiaobai looked puzzled, and reached out to take the pillow back: "You don't sleep with the young master? Shouldn't pets accompany the bed?"

"I'm losing hair." Duan Wuxin yelled, and answered very reluctantly.

"Oh, then you can sleep on the floor." Xiao Bai was instantly persuaded and nodded, "Snoring?"

Duan Wuxin smashed the can, opened his mouth and said nonsense: "Hit, it's very loud."

Xiaobai bent down to pick him up, and walked straight to the door, "Then you can't sleep here, you will disturb the young master."

Just halfway there, Ling Junhan pushed the door open and walked in: "Where are you going to take him?"

Xiaobai: "Upstairs."

Ling Junhan was puzzled: "The master bedroom is very big."

Xiaobai stumbled and tilted his head, and said troubledly: "He snores and sheds his fur. This pet is not very good."

Added another sentence: "It's better to change another one."

Duan Wuxin: "..."

You don't have to judge yourself either.

"Forget it, I'll do it, you go out." Ling Junhan waved away people.

He took Duan Wuxin out of Xiaobai's hand, and after the robot walked away, he raised his leg and closed the door.

One person and one tiger, the room fell into silence.

Duan Wuxin was put back on the ground, her toes curled up in embarrassment, her lips were tightly closed, and she was on guard.

He really can't handle this kind of social scene.

"Since I brought you back, I will live here properly." Ling Junhan glanced at the pillow with teeth marks on it, and instantly understood: "Want to sleep on the floor?"

Duan Wuxin nodded quickly, and curled up beside the pillow very territorially.

"Okay, just sleep there." Ling Junhan lifted his chin and agreed generously.

Duan Wuxin heaved a sigh of relief and was quite easy to talk to.

After being vigilant for a whole day, he was finally able to slump down, leaning his head obliquely on the pillow, and his limbs gradually relaxed.

Ling Junhan ignored him, stood by the bed and unbuttoned his shirt one by one, then neatly folded it and placed it on the bed.

With downcast eyes, he untied the belt slowly.

Duan Wuxin looked up at his movements in one go, and gradually attracted his attention.

The perfect muscle lines glowed under the crystal lamp, lean, firm, and full of strength.

Well, I really can't beat it.

Duan Wuxin judged in his heart.

Ling Junhan buckled his belt and turned his head, thinking of Ling Jiamu's old father's vigor, he thought badly: "Call Dad to listen?"

Of course he knew that the little white tiger couldn't speak, but deliberately teased others, which was extremely vile.

Duan Wu confidant: How old are you, you already know to take advantage of me!

If I slap you down, I can beat you to the point of calling you daddy!

Ling Junhan saw that his ears were gradually pricked up as expected, and he pulled the zipper more slowly.

He thoughtfully suggested: "Oh, forget that you can't speak, just yell."

Duan Wuxin pursed her lower lip tightly, her eyes fierce.

No, there must be a bottom line to be a tiger.

Ling Junhan chuckled, threw the shirt beside the bed, and lightly threatened: "If you don't call, I'll send you to Li Yingyi."

He slowly increased his tone, saying every word: "Lian, Ye, send."

..........Okay, you are good at talking harshly, you win.

Duan Wuxin was full of rage and had nowhere to vent, wanting to smash the bed with his claws.

In the end it was the tiger under the eaves, who had to bow his head.

He closed his eyes, thinking that stretching his head and shrinking his head was just such a knife.

So, he stretched out his round claws and pressed on the translator.

In the next second, an inarticulate voice echoed in the empty room:

"dad."

The voice was very soft, with a bit of youthful anger and coercion, but the ending was unexpectedly soft.

Ling Junhan froze, loosened his fingers, and the trousers fell to his ankles along his straight long legs.

He couldn't help laughing: "Fuck, you can talk."

Duan Wuxin, who had pretended to be dumb all night, now blushed from holding back: "...um."

Ling Junhan has seen the big world, glanced at the dimly lit translator, and quickly accepted the new setting.

He pulled out the trousers from his ankles and folded them slowly, before breaking the silence in the room: "I didn't hear you clearly just now, call again?"

you!in the end!There is no end!

Duan Wuxin couldn't bear to be irritable, so he simply fought with him.

The voice paused every word, with a hint of abusiveness.

"Papa! Papa! Papa!! Papa!!! Satisfied! Satisfied! Got it! Let's go!"