Tigers ban coveting

Duan Wuxin glanced at the title of the book again, and muttered in a low voice: "This name is so stupid, besides, who is thinking about me, you are persecuted paranoia."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the netizens to see how many people are coveting you in a fair way." Ling Junhan snorted softly.

"They all treat me as their son, okay?" Duan Wuxin looked back at the camera and asked the netizen the truth, "Really?"

[Ever since I knew that my son can change into a human being, my mother wanted to become a girlfriend...]

[Although morality does not allow it, I want incest...]

[Salivation is covetous, that is, I can't beat Ling Junhan, I can only think about it]

[Ham, who doesn't like a beautiful little brain tiger with super high force value?Parents are just excuses]

[I am pinching my cat and shaking it wildly, hoping that he can turn into a handsome man]

Duan Wuxin: "..."

This barrage is really real in the world.

The netizen was still crazy about himself. He pointed at the screen and threatened Ling Junhan, "Anyway, please pay attention to your scale. I will review the manuscript when I finish writing."

Ling Junhan generously agreed: "Okay, if you think the description is inaccurate, you can add some inner activities."

Seriously, it sounds like that.

Duan Wuxin didn't bother to pay attention to him, and slowly returned to the screen to continue the live broadcast.

Seven days passed quickly, and Ling Junhan wrote half of the book, saying that it would be finished in a few days.

The bottom line gradually lowered, Duan Wuxin was so shy when he saw those words at the beginning, but later he looked calm.

Forget it, whoever you love.

The doctor came to help him remove the bandages, revealing the mottled scars on his body.

The old scar on the front chest is still there, and the back and upper chest are covered with layers of new scars, which are hardly in good condition.

He didn't care, but Duan Wuxin looked so distressed that he was dying, so he went to the doctor and asked for five bottles of scar removal medicine, and he didn't want money to rub it on him.

"Don't paint it on, it's so sticky and uncomfortable." Ling Junhan pressed his hand, his face full of resistance.

"No, it has to be applied." Duan Wuxin applied a large lump of ointment, carefully spreading it evenly around the scar.

Ling Junhan was playing tricks, raised his eyelids to beg for closeness, and said in a ruffian tone, "Then paint a place and kiss me."

A group of nurses next to them covered their mouths and laughed, all of them watched the excitement with excited expressions.

Duan Wuxin pursed her lips, squeezed out a voice between her teeth, her eyes were so cold that she wanted to kill someone, "There are so many people, are you going crazy?"

"I didn't say now, I owe it first." Ling Junhan casually raised his eyelids, signaling the group of onlookers to withdraw quickly.

The doctor held back a smile and said, "The Marshal is going to go back today, remember to apply medicine, keep the wound from getting wet, and nothing else will matter."

Ling Junhan hummed, which was a reply.

"Then we're going to make rounds. I wish you all the best." The doctor put away the medical records and called everyone out.

The door of the ward was closed, and Duan Wuxin stared at him fiercely, seeing the clue, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Baby, give me a kiss, it hurts like hell." Ling Junhan tried again and again, with no success.

Duan Wuxin awkwardly touched the wound with her fingertips and asked, "Does it really hurt?"

"Well, do you think about how many days you had a cut in your hand last time?" Ling Junhan pinched the hospital gown he had just taken off with his fingers, showing no intention of putting it on.

Duan Wuxin recalled the pain at that time, and fell silent for a moment.

He leaned on the side of the bed, leaned down, and touched his lips little by little from the scar on his neck.

While kissing, he murmured, "Blow it and it won't hurt."

Ling Junhan stroked the back of his head with his palm, his fingertips passed through the soft hair, and his heart was soft.

He is really capable, to find such a surprising baby.

He has participated in countless wars before and suffered many injuries. Every time he comes back from the hail of bullets, he can bear it by gritting his teeth.

But it was different now, those flesh and blood wounded by weapons were healed by one kiss after another.

Once invincible and invincible, now has a weakness.

But with such a result, he was happy with it.

"The medicine is so bitter, it got on my mouth." Duan Wuxin grumbled softly as his lips brushed across his abdomen.

Ling Junhan stared at that position, breathed hard, and was about to say something when the door of the ward was pushed open.

Ling Jiamu was full of energy and said, "Damn it, you two started fighting in the ward? Isn't it too exciting?"

"What nonsense!" Duan Wuxin stood up suddenly, looking at him with flushed cheeks to defend, "I'm helping him apply medicine."

"Paint it with your mouth? It's almost time to take off your pants." Ling Jiamu shook his head tut-tut and handed over the military uniform, "Be patient, you two, the preparations for the battleship have been completed, and we will set off immediately."

Ling Junhan didn't bother to explain, took the clothes lazily, and put them on slowly.

The material of the military uniform was hard, and it made his body uncomfortable, and his whole face looked unattractive.

He raised his chin and ordered, "Go out, I want to change my pants."

Duan Wuxin was about to get up and leave, but his wrist was pulled.

Ling Junhan said again: "I let Jiamu go out, why are you avoiding suspicion, where have you not seen it?"

"Yes, I'm a light bulb. I'll wait for you on the battleship. Xinxin also remembers to change his clothes. It's more handsome to wear a military uniform to confer titles." After Ling Jiamu ordered, he bent down and closed the door again.

Duan Wuxin avoided the wound and punched him, "Can you curb your habit of talking nonsense anytime and anywhere? It's annoying."

Ling Junhan took off his trousers while supporting his upper body, put on military trousers, and said with a smile, "You don't like it?"

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I'm ashamed." Duan Wuxin's face was still flushed, and he turned his back and unbuttoned it to change into his military uniform.

The back is illuminated by the sunlight from outside, and the shoulders are wide and the waist is narrow, and there are two long legs that are straight and slender, which makes people feel distracted.

Ling Junhan looked up and admired generously, "It seems that the muscle lines are better than before. It seems that training is still useful. I just don't know if my physical strength has improved."

Taking advantage of no one, Duan Wuxin replied with a sarcastic comment, "Then you go back and try."

Ling Junhan took a tight breath, and said with a dumb smile: "Baby, you have failed in learning."

It is impossible to do it, and thousands of soldiers are still waiting outside.

After changing into the military uniform and boots, after tidying up, Ling Junhan left the ward with the suitcase.

Duan Wuxin went downstairs and approached the battleship, half a meter away, and there was no intimate action.

It's just that both of them are tall and wear the same uniform. As they move with their steps, the hard fabric outlines the curve of the waist and long legs, making it hard to look away.

Standing at the boarding gate of the battleship, Ling Jiamu waved his hands at them, and sighed: "My brother and Xinxin look so damn good, how can they dress so well?"

"To be honest, you look good in a military uniform." Meng Yusen leaned aside, smiling to comfort someone's glassy heart.

Ling Jiamu glanced at him. He was wearing a white uniform of the research institute, with two buttons of the white shirt undone on his face. It seemed that he was a little sloppy in his abstinence, and suddenly he was taken aback.

He stared at it for several seconds before he said uncomfortably, "I suddenly realized that you are also... pretty handsome."

Meng Yusen was stunned for a second, then laughed again, "You have such a sweet mouth today? Will you praise me after getting an injection?"

"Probably because I drank honey in the morning." Ling Jiamu scratched his head, feeling something weird, but couldn't tell.

How do you feel, this conversation is so basic.

Ling Junhan boarded the battleship, went straight to the control room, and checked the dashboard.

He pressed the ship-wide broadcast: "Attention all, the battleship will set off in ten minutes and return to the central city. The sailing time will be five hours. Everyone has worked hard recently, so let's take a good rest."

The other fleets had already returned ahead of time, leaving only the main ship waiting here.

After seven days of work stoppage, the entourage couldn't be happier, it should be a small long vacation.

At this moment, all the soldiers on the battleship were smiling, and they completely lost the tension they had when they came. Some even sat on the ground and started playing cards.

The scene was once chaotic, buzzing like a vegetable market.

Duan Wuxin walked through the chaotic crowd, found an excellent viewing spot, and ordered a glass of juice.

He bit the straw and stared out of the cabin, watching the battleship speed up and take off, and quickly rose into the air.

Ling Jiamu went around catching people and playing dice, probably because he had been in a coma for a few days and he had completely recovered his body and his spirits were in good shape.

"Xinxin, do you want to play this?"

"If you don't play, go find someone else." Duan Wuxin took a sip of the juice, admiring the beauty of the universe.

If the back is relatively peaceful, it is estimated that such a beautiful nebula will not be seen in a short time.

Ling Junhan sat down next to him holding the keyboard, legs next to his legs, and continued to write his outrageous love autobiography.

Duan Wuxin smiled from the bottom of his heart, thinking it was all very good.

Those who care are living well, and the Zerg has been completely resolved, as if there is nothing worth worrying about.

He licked his lower lip, thinking for no reason that Li Yingyi had spoken before.

So who the hell sent Ling Junhan to the Beast Soul Laboratory?

Perhaps the trial is near, and the secret is not too far away.

The warship landed outside the military hall. The date of conferring titles was fixed from the beginning, and the preparations were completed in advance according to the time when Ling Junhan was discharged from the hospital.

The news had leaked a long time ago, and now the gate was full of people, and the street in front was blocked, all wanting to be a hero.

As soon as Duan Wuxin and Ling Junhan showed up, the crowd screamed, and everyone seemed to go crazy.

They waved the federal flag, stretched their necks, and clapped wildly with communicators, no less than fanatical fans.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa son in military uniform!"

"It's so good! I'm dead! Please God give me a soldier boyfriend!!"

"Xinxin I love you! Look at Mommy!!! Mommy is here!!!"

"Welcome back the hero, I'm so proud of you!"

"Help me down quickly, my legs are weak from the shock of these two people..."

"Oh my god, Ling Junhan is so tall, his legs must be two meters long, right?"

.......

Ling Junhan pushed down his military cap, covering half of his face.

He lowered his head and approached Duan Wuxin, and said in a displeased tone: "You are so popular, look at those girls who yell heart-piercingly, most of them are here to see you."

If I had known that there were so many people watching the excitement, I shouldn't have set the awarding time in advance.

Just thinking about how many people are eagerly salivating makes people very irritable.

"Hmph, that's not true. I just heard someone calling you husband. Why is this girl so unreserved, she shouts at anyone she catches?"

Duan Wuxin was so angry that her cheeks turned red, she couldn't hold it back, she turned her head and shouted in that direction: "Who are you calling me husband!"

His tone was extremely fierce and murderous, but he returned to the aura of a few majestic little white tigers.

If there were ears at this moment, they would probably be as high as the sky.

The crowd let out bursts of laughter, and one after another, the voice of "Mr. Ling Junhan" was louder than the voice, deliberately provocative.

Duan Wuxin's face was dull, her long eyelashes drooped down, stained with some displeasure, and her whole body revealed a trace of displeasure.

"If you're not happy, you can declare ownership." Ling Junhan's gaze swept across his brows and eyes, and slowly fell on that pale pink lips, almost expressly.

Duan Wuxin raised his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and his gaze was hotly intertwined with him.

That proposal was like a feather brushing over my heart, itching and numb, making me want to move.

But there are too many onlookers, and they are the center of focus today.

Emotionally and rationally, it is not appropriate to do anything.

The soldiers behind were forcibly stuck and stood neatly, forming a long queue in a few seconds.

Ling Jiamu was still pushing his shoulders from behind, urging him urgently: "Hurry up and get in, the awarding of titles is about to start, the higher-ups are waiting for you, it will be there soon."

Duan Wuxin still couldn't move, standing where she was, her feet seemed to be nailed.

The jealous suffocation in his chest is still stagnant, and he doesn't let it out.

Movements preceded consciousness, and he suddenly grabbed Ling Junhan's Junji buckle with his fingers to pull him closer.The military caps of the two were caught off guard and collided with each other, falling off and falling to the ground, no one cared.

Nostrils intertwined, shyness and impulsiveness mixed together, and the mind became chaotic.

The crowd let out deafening screams again, Duan Wuxin licked his lower lip, his eyelashes fluttered, and had the urge to annoy himself.

Just as he was about to take a step back, the person in front of him moved faster. He raised his hand to pinch the back of his neck, and accurately captured his lips beyond measure.

Ling Junhan took the man into his arms, fastened his fingers to the hard belt on the slender waist, to prevent him from running away.

He sucked his wet and soft lower lip, and responded contentedly: "Little vinegar bag, I will always be yours alone."

"En." Duan Wuxin closed her eyes, her heart beating uncontrollably, the sound was louder than the sound.

In front of him was the solemn conferment hall, and behind him were pairs of strange eyes staring at him.

They stood in the sun and kissed openly.