Tigers ban coveting

Duan Wuxin didn't respond yet, so she leaned over to look at the enlarged picture and asked, "What did he misunderstand?"

"He thought you fucked me... and told me to be careful not to get hurt." Ling Junhan was completely speechless, and typed a subtle reply:

Don't worry too much, he won't have barbs after he becomes a human, and he won't need them either.

The dialog box displayed "Is typing", and it flickered for almost 10 minutes, and it seemed very tangled.

After a long time, the news from over there was slowly sent back:

how could be?The two of you fought together, nothing happened to your heart, you are almost dying from injuries all over your body, obviously your physical strength and physical fitness are not as good as his.It doesn't matter, the marshal should be a little ashamed, I will keep it a secret for you, and I won't tell others.

The tone is sincere, full of doubts, and it seems to be well thought out.

Ling Junhan: "..."

I was injured just to save your son, okay?

He tilted his head to look at Duan Wuxin, and asked sincerely: "If you're not close, your habit of brain supplementation will also be contagious? Why are all the brain circuits so strange."

Duan Wuxin looked at him deflated, and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

He connected to the communicator, slowly zoomed in on the picture with his fingertips, and carefully read Duan Yongnian's handwriting.

One by one, from the safety side to the details, it is written like popular science. I have to say that I have learned a lot of new knowledge.

"Where did my dad get these materials, I don't think he is good at it."

Ling Junhan squeezed the center of his brows, he was angry and wanted to laugh, "I guess I have read the relevant books carefully, but it's hard for him."

"Well, he didn't say that I haven't noticed that there are barbs on the ground, it's really exciting." Duan Wuxin was beaming, looking eager to try, "Can't we put the punishment of riding you back on the agenda?"

Ling Junhan shook his fingers in front of him, and interrupted with a serious expression: "Don't think about anything."

This reminded people, Duan Wuxin patted him on the shoulder, and said in a playful tone, "How about I change back to you tonight and try? I will be careful and never let you get hurt."

While speaking, he made a gesture to press the button on his neck.

"I'm sorry, I'm not so perverted that I have a habit of beasts." Ling Junhan whitened him, stopping strange thoughts.

Just thinking about the scene of one person and one tiger, I feel chills all over my body.

段无心揍他一拳，语气蛮横，“怎么，看不起兽类？有本事你别跟白虎谈恋爱啊！”

While talking, Ling Junhan smelled a smell of gunpowder.

He beckoned to Xiaobai behind him, motioning to intervene to help Yuan come back.

Xiaobai stared at him with a pair of green eyes and blinked, searched for relevant entries, and said seriously: "Human and animal love is indeed not accepted by the world. The law also stipulates that they cannot be married, even if you are a marshal. You guys, here Do it right by the rules."

"Fuck you, I don't care what the law is, go cook." Ling Junhan was speechless and waved away people.

Every day, there are some bad things.

Xiaobai dutifully asked: "What do you want to eat, are you going to have a big meal to celebrate today?"

"I want to eat noodles, just order from the list, plus two more eggs." Duan Wuxin smacked his mouth, feeling that he didn't have much appetite, so he ordered on a whim.

After sailing for five hours and attending the awarding ceremony, I am really exhausted physically and mentally.

Xiaobai shook his head, with a troubled expression on his face, "I'm sorry, I can make stir-fry and soup, but I can't cook."

Duan Wuxin was extremely shocked and said, "You don't even know this. When Brother Sen reinstalled the system for you, I was afraid that two parts were added."

"Forget it, let me come, you go take a shower first."

Ling Junhan pushed him to the stairs, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and went straight into the kitchen.

Duan Wuxin shook his head and went upstairs, turned on the faucet of the bathtub, and filled a pool of water.

He took off his clothes and sat in. The water temperature was comfortable and the mist was steaming, which relieved his fatigue.

He leaned his neck back against the edge of the bathtub, holding the communicator, and lazily scrolling through netizens' comments.

A painting that I paid attention to before has drawn a new fan art, probably inspired by the kissing scene, this time both of them are wearing the previous military uniform, and even the details are exactly the same.

Ling Junhan's clothes were in good condition, with some trouser chains half-tucked, making him look more like a beast.

With his ears closed, he was wearing a military uniform loosely, kneeling on the bed, his slender waist protruding in a very enchanting arc.

The pair of slender hands grasped the scattered and wrinkled corners of the clothes, and there was a trace of lust in the mess.

And there was a full-length mirror in front of him, and his lips touched the mirror, kissing himself in the mirror.

There was obviously no sound, but Ling Junhan gasped in a low voice countless times in his ears.

Duan Wuxin was blushing and heartbeating, and muttered in a low voice: "What, this is too pornographic."

Just as he was about to slide down, he accidentally clicked a fast forward, and the picture was quickly transferred to his homepage feed.

He clicked on his profile picture in a hurry, and before he had time to click cancel, the comments were already pouring in.

[Steaming cooks himself to eat cp hahahahahaha, it seems that Xinxin likes this pose very much]

【Madam, you are promising!Flopped by my son! 】

[My son is having fun, how about finding a mirror tonight? 】

[I can play in military uniform in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror!Can I pay to watch it while lying under the bed? 】

[One person is begging for a live broadcast, the qualities that an anchor should have! 】

Do these netizens live online?You can see all the troubles.

Duan Wuxin suppressed her heartbeat, pretended to be calm and deleted the post, and then tried to cover up the explanation: Ling Junhan stole my communicator for the behavior just now, and it has been disposed of.

[Hahahahahaha Marshal said, I will not take the blame]

【Really? ? ? ?I do not believe】

[It's okay, both of you see the same thing, the key is to implement it]

[Disposal, take a closer look]

The first-level selection of the pot is unintentional, ignoring the scattered thinking of netizens, and is very satisfied with the excuse he found.

He thought that Ling Junhan was busy cooking, so he probably didn't have time to check the news.

Wait 10 minutes before deleting, Chuan Shui Wuhen, what a clever little ghost.

Duan Wuxin closed his eyes, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

The mist is steaming, and the whole body and mind are extremely relaxed.

After Ling Junhan finished cooking slowly, he cooked a few side dishes and boiled a pot of soup.

When the plate was on the table, he went upstairs to find someone.

As soon as I entered the master bedroom, I smelled a strange smell, and the carpet was completely soaked, as if the water was flooding a golden mountain.

There is still water pouring out of the bathroom, and there is no tendency to stop.

He stepped on the wet carpet and pushed the bathroom door. Duan Wuxin was sleeping soundly with his head tilted.

Ling Junhan walked quickly to the side of the bath and turned on the faucet, and patted his ruddy face, "Wake up, why are you asleep?"

Duan Wuxin calmed down for a while before opening his eyes slowly, and looked at him blankly, "Ah? Maybe the water temperature is too comfortable, making you sleepy after soaking in it."

"Ancestor, you're almost drowning." Ling Junhan picked him up from the water, dried him with a towel, and shook out his pajamas to help him put on.

Duan Wuxin stared at the wet floor, wrinkled his nose, "What a smell."

"Water soaked the carpet, can it not stink? This house will not be lived tonight." Ling Junhan sighed and fastened the buttons.

Apart from his clear thinking on the battlefield, the kid is as confused as an idiot in life.

Stepping on her slippers, Duan Wuxin walked around in disgust, followed him downstairs, and asked, "Then where are we going to sleep tonight, upstairs?"

"Ask Xiaobai to ventilate the room at night, and then fix the carpet, and we will live in the North Villa." Ling Junhan raised his eyebrows, and said clearly: "Anyway, sooner or later, we have to move into the wedding room."

Duan Wuxin groaned, knowing that he was in the wrong, and nodded slightly.

He walked to the table and sat down, wrinkling his nose exaggeratedly, "Wow, you've cooked so many dishes."

"I want to know that you can make it like this when I cook, so I won't bother." Ling Junhan pinched his nose helplessly, and said softly, "Let's eat."

I have to say that Ling Junhan's art really suits his taste.

Speaking of having no appetite, Duan Wuxin still drank two bowls of noodles boldly, with a big appetite.

After dinner, Ling Junhan rolled up a change of clothes, stretched Duan Wuxin, and said, "Let's go, go live tonight."

When they went back to the North Villa, they would either have a cold war, or leave alone. This was the first time the two lived together.

Duan Wuxin shook his hand and went for a walk, curious: "Are you a real wedding room? You're not talking nonsense, are you?"

Ling Junhan nodded, and said slowly: "I didn't lie to you, my mother prepared it several years ago, and said that I would not let me move in until I got married."

Hearing this, Duan Wuxin was inexplicably jealous again, "If it wasn't for me, wouldn't someone else have to live here?"

"Where are other people, this is not always empty." Ling Junhan rubbed a handful of soft pieces, and said with a smile: "I asked you to live before, and you still blamed me for putting you in the cold palace, remember? I was really wronged."

Thinking of the misunderstanding at that time, Duan Wuxin laughed straight away: "It was cold and empty in the first place, but it's not like the Leng Palace. You feel wronged, and I feel wronged."

Looking back now, those misinterpreted misunderstandings are all sweetened.

He pushed the door open and walked in slowly, admiring the interior decoration so carefully for the first time.

Leather sand, cashmere carpets, exaggerated crystal chandeliers and priceless murals.

Everywhere is magnificent, and it can be seen that a lot of money has been spent.

Duan Wuxin finished looking at it, and muttered in a low voice: "It's beautiful, but it lacks a little warm feeling, like an exhibition hall."

"We can rearrange it and make it completely our new." Ling Junhan lowered his head and rubbed his forehead with gentle eyes.

Duan Wuxin was moved by the word "".

Apart from Duan Yongnian, he has no other relatives.Parents died young, no companions, gradually got used to loneliness.

The concept of , has long been blurred into an indistinct outline.

But now it is different, he and Ling Junhan will have a brand new place that can completely accommodate themselves.

Just thinking of this, Duan Wuxin became yearning.

Ling Junhan entangled his fingers and dangled in the room, babbling, "The sand is too hard now, I will change it to a soft cloth another day, so that you can come back and lie on it to sleep. Install a projection screen in front, usually if There is no need to go to the military area, the two of us can nest together and watch movies."

"The kitchen here has been useless, and I will buy another set of kitchen utensils. Since you like to eat my art, just like today, I will cook for you every day. You don't need to wash the dishes, and you don't need the ground Come on, Xiaobai takes care of everything."

Duan Wuxin listened very comfortably, and pursed her lips with a smile: "Then what am I doing? Do you just want to be lazy?"

"Well, you don't need to do anything." Ling Junhan continued to imagine, "One piece of carpet is not enough, I will have it covered all over, and you can turn back into a white tiger and roll on it casually, it will be very soft and comfortable."

"Would you like to go to the terrace on the third floor? There is a big glass greenhouse on it, so that the gardeners can plant all the roses. When the weather is good, you can smell the fragrance of the flowers while basking in the sun."

He dragged Duan Wuxin up to the third floor, walked into the master bedroom, pointed at the bed, and said with a smile in his voice, "The size is a bit smaller now, so we can re-customize it to a meter, so it won't fall off no matter how much we toss about it. "

Duan Wuxin's heart was softened by his description, and Mo also had longing for this new girl.

Warm, considerate, and loving, instead of a cold house living alone.

He raised his head and rubbed the corner of Ling Junhan's mouth, and said softly, "Just by describing it, I really like this arrangement, it feels very comfortable."

"When you really move in, you will be the righteous Mrs. Ling." Ling Junhan put his arms around his waist, and kissed the corner of his lips thinly, "Xinxin, grow up quickly, I want to marry you back."

Even though the two have lived together, the sense of ceremony is still important.

He wanted to give Duan Wuxin the most romantic proposal and a grand wedding.

I want him to remember it forever and engrave it in his heart.

It's so well described, it's fascinating.

Duan Wuxin's eyes were slightly moist, and he buried his head on his shoulder and neck, and said in a low voice, "Wait for me for another year, okay?"

It's too early for him to get married now.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Ling Junhan nodded in agreement, suddenly thought of something, and pulled him to the side of the bed to sit down.

Pointing to the empty wall opposite the bed, he understated his selfishness, "By the way, I missed one thing. Install a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror here so that you can change your clothes when you get up."

Duan Wuxin stared at the clean white wall, a little stunned.

Floor-to-ceiling mirror... How come these three words seem familiar.

He blinked, and suddenly remembered the picture he saw in the bath before, and the exciting picture came back to his mind.

His face flushed instantly, and he questioned: "Honestly, are you really doing it just to make me look in the mirror?"

Ling Junhan pressed the corner of his mouth, pretended to look at him innocently, and nodded, "Well, what else?"

"You don't look at my state! You can watch how you cook for a few minutes!" Duan Wuxin punched him, becoming angry from embarrassment, "Fengjing, you big-headed ghost, you don't have any good intentions, do you?"

Ling Junhan shook his head, still speaking in an innocent tone, "I'm not doing it for you, why are you so fierce."

Duan Wuxin pressed against his red ears, took out the communicator, and searched for the picture that was displayed in front of him.

He raised his voice ferociously: "Aren't you thinking about this? The one in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror! Shameless! Beast!"

Ling Junhan pulled him over and hugged him on his lap, dangling around with his arms around his waist.

He deliberately misinterpreted the meaning: "It turns out that the baby is implying that I want this, okay, I will install it tomorrow, and I will install a whole wall, and it will definitely satisfy your wish."

Duan Wuxin: "..."