Tigers ban coveting

Ling Junhan frowned, this waxy chirping tone was really not used to.

Is this the same fucking tiger that smashed the screen with a disagreement?

Fuck, maybe I didn't wake up.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, Duan Wuxin was still looking at him with big bright eyes blinking.

"Speak human." Ling Junhan clicked his tongue.

Duan Wuxin lowered her ears, with an aggrieved expression on her face.

I tried my best to pretend to be cute, what's wrong with you!

The communicator rang, Ling Junhan got out from under the pillow and glanced at it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the scratched pillow with obvious scratches.

As for a certain suspect, he was rubbing restlessly in his arms right now.

Just casually scare, and secretly prodded to retaliate.

He didn't expose Duan Wuxin's trick.

Ling Jiamu bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang again: I am in the 11th military region.

Ling Junhan lifted the quilt and got up quickly, "Sleep more if you like, I have to leave first."

Seeing this movement, Duan Wuxin refused to stay in bed any longer.

He jumped up and turned to follow: "Where are you going?"

"You are not my daughter-in-law, you ask so many questions?"

Ling Junhan didn't look back, opened the closet, pulled a shirt and put it on, and quickly put on his pants, all in one go.

Duan Wuxin followed all the way, and it was rare to show his thick skin to the extreme, "I want to go with you."

It was really rare to sleep soundly and soundly last night, without a dream.

He thought to himself, staying with Ling Junhan should be safer than anywhere else.

"No."

With a cold sentence, he stopped thinking.

Duan Wu became impatient, and turned around in a circle: "Why not?"

Ling Junhan snorted, without a word of truth in his mouth: "Aren't you a national treasure, what should you do if you go out and be seen and taken away?"

"...I'm so bored by myself." Duan Wuxin couldn't find any other excuses, the reasons were lame and a little vexatious.

Ling Junhan went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and said vaguely: "It's easy to handle. There are quite a lot of people in the Marshal's Mansion who like you. I'll just find a few people to come and accompany you, and I'll do whatever you want."

"Forget it then." Duan Wuxin lay down on the bathroom door dejectedly, his tail hanging down to the ground and sweeping unconsciously.

Ling Junhan was in a high position, and those who fought were all military secrets, so it was normal not to want to take him with him.

However, if the person leaves, bad luck will come again.

Duan Wuxin felt annoyed, and wanted to tie this person up at home and trapped him on the bed!

Ling Junhan splashed water on his face and quickly wiped it a few times, glanced at him distractedly in the mirror, and said, "You can start the live broadcast, and I will ask Xiaobai to help you fix the equipment."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll speak ill of you as soon as you walk away?" Duan Wuxin stood at the door in despair, imitating him by gnashing his teeth and threatening.

There was fog on the glass, Ling Junhan reached out to wipe off a piece, stared at the mirror to shave off the newly grown stubble, and said, "You can say that I will force you here, I don't care."

Speaking of this, if he stabbed a knife in the back, he would look petty.

Duan Wuxin curled her lips and turned over again: "I'm not that bad."

"However," Ling Junhan paused: "As for what happened to Li Yingyi yesterday, it's best not to mention it, so as not to cause trouble."

Duan Wuxin quickly figured out the reason, nodded slightly in agreement: "I know, I'm not stupid."

Ling Junhan chuckled lightly, his face looked serious and stern, but now he showed a bit of ruffian.

He opened his neckline, came out of the bathroom sideways, bent over and pulled his pointed ears: "I know a lot."

"Don't underestimate me." Duan Wuxin raised her head and looked at him, but this person was too tall, and he could only barely reach his knees when he stood up.

Without meeting his eyes, the man quickly strode past him, his military style is indeed crisp and neat.

He followed Ling Junhan around the room, and then watched the man finish dressing, put on his tie, and put his military cap on top of his head.

Conquering the unscrupulousness that was revealed in private, now he looks like a serious soldier.

Ling Junhan looked at the little follower, and softened his expression: "I will come back at night, if you are bored, you can dismantle whatever you want."

He thoughtfully gave permission to prevent people from suppressing their nature and making them uncomfortable.

The king of the forest has a wild temper, which is normal.

Duan Wuxin didn't listen to the words at all, but raised her paw and scratched her head violently.

Normally at such a time, what should a well-behaved pet say?

Go home early, I will wait for you obediently?

Or, people will miss you, huh?

Just thinking about it, Duan Wuxin was so disgusted that goose bumps appeared all over his body.

He even forgot the most crucial point, people's pets can't talk.

Before he could come up with the result, Ling Junhan had finished packing, put his fingers on the door lock and said, "Tell Xiaobai what you want to eat, and let's go."

"Oh, bye-bye.

Before the words were finished, the door opened and closed crisply and neatly.

Duan Wuxin frowned, hating himself for being arrogant.

Sure enough, pretending to be good is not what Tigers should do.

There was no one in the room, and the tension that had started last night was finally relieved.

Duan Wuxin heaved a sigh of relief, first ran around the sideline twice happily, and vented the boundless energy of getting up early, then licked his paws, and swayed slowly to the stairs.

Before taking two steps, he collided with the robot head-on, and a lot of equipment almost fell to the ground.

Xiaobai clenched his palms to hold the device steady, and looked at him with a wooden face: "What are you doing so recklessly?"

Duan Wuxin took two steps back and replied, "Sorry, I didn't see you, Xiao Hei."

"My name is Xiaobai." The robot took the trouble to correct him, lowered his head, picked up the device and continued to move forward steadily.

Duan Wuxin's ears moved, very curious: "Why did he give you this name, why didn't you resist?"

Xiaobai seems to have only been set up with a single program, and his tone is not fluctuating: "Why do you have so many?"

Duan Wuxin was choked, these words seemed familiar.

As expected of a robot from Ling Junhan's family, their words are all carved out of the same mold.

After asking and asking, I can't get any news out.

Duan Wuxin followed it back to the room and saw that the equipment was set up quickly.

The robot pressed the power button and turned to look at him with difficulty: "Do you want me to teach you how to use it?"

Duan Wuxin jumped onto the seat with his head held high, skillfully operating the mouse: "I will."

"Oh, I know quite a lot."

Xiaobai muttered in a low voice, helped him adjust the camera position, and pointed it straight at the tiger's face, at the angle of death.

"Breakfast will be delivered to you in a while, and you will broadcast while eating?"

"It's all right." Duan Wuxin returned to his usual indifference, with a nonchalant expression on his face.

Put your paw on the mouse and shake it to the live broadcast website, enter your account number and password, and the live broadcast room will pop open instantly.

Although Duan Wuxin's live broadcast time is very fixed, many fans still set reminders for the start of the broadcast.

At 08:30 in the morning, they all dropped their jaws when they received the live broadcast information.

When you click on the live broadcast link, you will see one black and one white.

The white one was the impatient little tiger they were familiar with, and there was a dark robot standing beside him.

How to see, how strange.

[Fuck, Xinxin started broadcasting so early, did I have hallucinations? 】

[Just after I punched my work card, I was so scared that I slipped into the toilet and took three deep breaths]

[Who is this little black man?Why isn't the background what it used to be? 】

[Grandma, the grandson you are chasing has started broadcasting!Come and see! 】

[The morning meeting is going on, all the staff are looking down at the communicator in unison, the atmosphere freezes for five seconds]

[In the morning reading, I secretly clicked on the live broadcast, ah, the teacher is here]

[Son, if you are kidnapped, just blink, mom skips work to save you! ! 】

[What's the situation, it won't be the last broadcast before sending it off, right? 】

Although it was early, most of the migrant workers and scholars had already been forced into place.

The barrage is still densely packed and almost covers the screen.

Duan Wuxin clicked on the dialog box and typed: [At Ling Junhan's house, I have nothing to do, live broadcast all day today]

As soon as this sentence came out, another bomb/bomb fell.

A group of netizens whose jaws were still closed were at a loss.

[? ? ?Did I drink too much yesterday?That’s not what I said yesterday]

[The live broadcast was forcibly cut off last night, I feel like I missed [-] episodes, who can make up for me]

[I'm confused, I can't make up this class, let's drop out of school together]

【Ling Junhan is not human!I promised not to go back on my word, why did I forcefully masturbate it again? 】

[Is someone forming a team to snatch his son back?Telephone: 3442126432]

[Brother Meng, bring the guy with you, see you at the gate of the Marshal's Mansion, if you don't come, you will be expelled from your fan status]

【Fuck, my phone is broken】

Duan Wuxin sighed, he couldn't mention what happened last night, he didn't know where to start to explain.

He propped his head on his paws and thought for a while, then decided to take the pot on himself: You just think that I am voluntary.

Barrage: ["Just be it", you are probably being blackmailed if you pay attention to it! 】

...You guys really have a lot to think about.

Duan Wuxin felt so tired for the first time, the elementary school Chinese teacher taught reading comprehension really well.

He tapped on the keyboard and typed: [No threat!since!willing!of! 】

The barrage was filled with "unbelief", followed by various conspiracy theories.

A few minutes later, it was so outrageous that Ling Junhan liked to play with humans and animals, threatened the curator, and robbed the tiger.

The explanation was invalid, and Duan Wuxin gave up completely.

He raised his paw and poked Xiao Bai, then changed the subject: "Go and help me bring my breakfast."

"Yes, but you tell them not to speak ill of the young master, otherwise, I will sue them one by one."

Xiaobai looked at the insults on the bullet screen, and defended his shortcomings with a serious look, "The Internet is not a place outside the law."

One stone caused a thousand waves, and the netizens scolded the little black man even harder.

Duan Wuxin thought, I can't tell the truth, I can't mention Li Yingyi, how can I keep so many mouths shut.

Forced and helpless, he clicked on the bullet screen assistant, and could only silence the bullet screen that said bad things about Ling Junhan.

The barrage immediately decreased by more than half, and it looked much refreshed in an instant.

There is one lone fish that slipped through the net: [Ling Junhan is so stupid...]

Seeing Duan Wuxin's ruthless attack, the man changed the subject: [He just didn't finish the fight, this idiot has a stupid blessing, and being able to have a heart must be a blessing from his great achievements (this barrage five-star coin)]

"Is it alright?" In front of netizens, Duan Wuxin turned off the translator, only groaning twice.

Anyway, the black coal ball can also understand his bullshit.

Xiaobai stared at the barrage and carefully checked it for several rounds before turning his gaze away.

Reluctantly, he nodded, turned his head and walked out slowly, and at the same time instructed: "Okay, you must supervise at any time."

"Oh." Duan Wuxin felt a little regretful about the whole-day live broadcast just now.

Living in the Marshal's Mansion is not clear, there must be a lot of speculation, but I just hope that Ling Junhan is really as grand as he said, and doesn't mind.

Breakfast is two big lumps of fresh beef, plus two wild deer hooves, the portion is full.

Duan Wuxin moved the camera a little farther, enjoying the delicious food seriously.

Sure enough, he was caught off guard just as he opened his mouth and choked again.

He half squatted on the swivel chair, slowed down, and chewed carefully.

While eating vigorously, the swivel chair suddenly slipped.

With a bang, Duan Wuxin fell off the table without any surprise.

The big cat who was eating and broadcasting in front of the screen just now disappeared suddenly, and the screen was full of question marks.

Duan Wuxin sat on the ground full of boredom, beside the meat that had been turned over in a mess, the ground was in a mess.

Without Ling Junhan, everything returned to its original shape.

Duan Wuxin reconfirmed that only with that person present can the bad luck stay away.

The meat was dirty and I no longer had any appetite.

Duan Wuxin picked up the meat, wrapped it up and threw it back on the plate, then slumped in the chair lazily, with an aura of "this king is very annoying" all over his body.

It's boring to live broadcast all day without doing anything.

I used to take a nap with my eyes closed, but I slept soundly last night and felt better.

Duan Wuxin opened his eyelids, looked around lazily, glanced at the large wall of scary books on the wall of the study, and had an idea.

He straightened up, climbed to the bookshelf and began to study the titles one by one, planning to pick out a random book to pass the time.

The collection of books is very complicated and involves many subjects, some of which are obscure just by looking at the titles.

Duan Wuxin picked for a while, and finally pulled out a copy of "The Use of Close Combat Techniques" and spread it out, starting to read from the first page.

Fortunately, Duan Yongnian realized that this little white tiger has a super IQ early on, and taught him to recognize a lot of characters, and he can barely read.

Coupled with the illustrations of many moves in the book, it is surprisingly suitable for him to read.

After meeting Li Yingyi, Duan Wuxin's bloody thoughts lingered.

Only by becoming stronger and fiercer can there be a chance for revenge.

Huzi gritted his teeth slowly and scratched the table with his paws.

One day, tear him up and feed the fish.

It's just...in the eyes of netizens...

A majestic little white tiger with stiff claws and a straight back.

Sitting at the desk and reading a book seriously, sometimes nodding as if lost in thought.

This degree of seriousness is simply a miracle in the world.

[Is the son stimulated?Why did you suddenly start reading when you arrived at the Marshal's Mansion? 】

[.....The title of the book, after you learn it, you can beat Ling Junhan with your bare hands? 】

【Very good, so I won't be afraid of my son being bullied...】

[Damn, don't delay your child's college entrance, tigers love studying more than me these days]

[Don't scold me, don't scold me, I'm going to make five sets of simulation papers]

The live broadcast lasted until ten o'clock in the evening. Duan Wuxin hung up the whole day and read the book all day.

Ling Junhan returned home from the military region after finishing his work, so he had time to start an unintentional live broadcast room.

He wanted to ask Duan Wuxin straightforwardly if there was anything uncomfortable living here.

But that little Tsundere will definitely not tell the truth.

Fierce, but also stubborn.

Ling Junhan thought of those claws with sharp fingertips and soft palms, stepping on his chest in the morning, not very gentle, but very comfortable.

He lowered his eyes and gave a deep smile, thinking about it for a while.

Pulling off the tie with his index finger, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

Ling Junhan breathed out smoke rings, logged in to his account, clicked to open the private message dialog box with the anchor, and typed with one hand:

ljhsnbb: [Are you happy living in the Marshal's Mansion? 】

In the camera, Xiao Baihu clicked on the private message, obviously, he saw it.

But the palm didn't move, and it seemed that he didn't plan to turn back.

ljhsnbb: [What do you think of Ling Junhan? 】

ljhsnbb: [Sorry to return in front of the live broadcast, let me know when you can download it]

ljhsnbb: [I already gave you 10,000+, can you say something? 】

Ling Junhan shook the soot and waited patiently.

A second later, I saw the little white tiger on the screen suddenly approaching the camera, with an unbearably irritable expression on his face.

The communicator made a "ding" and finally notified that a reply had been received.

【.......stop sending. 】

[I can't refund the money! 】

I just sent the message, and I didn't wait for a reply, and the full refund arrived immediately.

The meaning is obvious, this king is very annoying, please get out of here.

Ling Junhan stared at the refund thoughtfully, the well-behaved look in the morning was really just a hallucination.

The little white tiger has never changed, he is irritable and arrogant.

He tore off his coat and handed it to Xiao Bai, walked lightly up to the second floor, opened the door and entered.

The little white tiger sat lazily in the chair, his face was already that of his master, and he was still replying to the dialog box in front of him.

Standing up and down, very arrogant.

This is really inviting the Buddha back.

Holding a cigarette between his fingertips, Ling Junhan slightly raised his eyebrows, and reminded: "It's been a day since the live broadcast, so let's download it soon."

Duan Wuxin turned around when she heard the movement, saw Ling Junhan standing at the door, and looked at the time again.

It's time to go to bed at night again and do something.

He silently recited the secrets of survival several times in his heart.

Ling Junhan, the god of luck!

Before turning off the live broadcast in time, the little white tiger quickly jumped off the chair, jumped three times, moved to Ling Junhan's feet and rubbed his face against his ankle under his trousers.

The god of luck didn't respond.

Probably overwhelmed by him.

Duan Wuxin snorted softly, thinking to himself, he has never seen a two-legged beast in the world.

Let you see, this king can bend and stretch very well.

He tried his best to make a cute voice: "You are back, you have worked hard today!"

While speaking, he bounced up and pulled Ling Junhan's hand down, sticking out his tongue and licking it passionately.

Ling Junhan's palms were still warm and wet, and he was suddenly scratched with three scars by the ferocious barbs on his tongue.

The bite mark on the back of the hand has just scabbed, and the old wound has not healed, and a new wound has been added.

Ling Junhan hissed, and looked down at the tiger's head that was still rubbing against him persistently.

The hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly.