illegitimate child

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a childish voice sounded in the cabin, and the ambiguous atmosphere in the air disappeared completely.Luo Jinnian felt as if he had received an amnesty, and he easily broke away from Song Ling and got up, and ran out of the cabin with disheveled clothes, and snatched the sleepy little Shuanzi away along the way.

"Brother Jing, what are you two doing hugging together? Are you cold?" Xiao Shuanzi's pupils were full of confusion, looking at Luo Jinnian for a while, and then looking into the cabin.

The wind from the Lielie River was blowing loudly, and the flowing wind took away the heat. Finally, the temperature on Luo Jinnian's face dropped. He blocked Xiao Shuanzi's curious sight, pressed his head and said sternly, "I haven't asked you yet, Mr. What are you doing wandering around in the middle of the night, you want to be a night wandering god? Yasha patrolling the river is specially catching you and other sleepless children to make appetizers."

Fortunately, it was already dark, otherwise Xiao Shuanzi could see the lingering charm on Luo Jinnian's face just by looking up.

Xiao Shuanzi believed in Luo Jinnian the most, and almost worshiped Luo Jinnian as a god. At this time, he was trembling with fear, and all the words he wanted to ask just now were replaced by Yasha's terror, and he hurried back to another cabin to lie down with his clothes on.

After finally sending the person away, Luo Jinnian let go of his guard and his back instantly softened. He slid and sat with his hands on the cabin door, resting his chin on one hand and staring at the silver full moon in the sky.

At this time, the night is in the middle of the night, the river is wide and the sky is far away, and the silver moon hangs high.The splendor of the cold world is everywhere, and the surface of the river is light blue with the sound of water.

A great poet who is concerned about the country and the people is replaced here, with a pot of wine, a period of sorrow, holding the moonlight as a pen, cutting river water to make paper, and eternal masterpieces are born between the brushes.

Luo Jinnian was also thoughtful and worried, his mind was in a mess, thousands of thoughts were twisted together, and he couldn't make sense of them.He raised his hands to press his eyelids and chin on his knees, "Is it too fast..." He didn't know what to think, his ears turned red suddenly, his head was buried in his knees, only the twists of his hair were exposed.

"I advise you not to get too entangled with that person." Wang Ju slowly walked out from the shadow of the deck. He didn't know how long he stood outside, his face was covered with a thin layer of frost, and his words were blown by the cold wind. Thorough, cool swish, like advice, like lamentation.

Luo Jinnian looked like a young girl whose heart had been punctured, she got up and glared at Wang Ju angrily, and said angrily, "How long have you been standing here?" He is greedy for my beauty, and he is stubborn and pulls on me and won't let go."

It was rare for Wang Ju not to chat with Luo Jinnian, and a pair of dead fish eyes were fully opened, staring at him with complicated eyes.

Luo Jinnian was flustered by him, and mistakenly thought that Wang Ju had seen what he did with that person, so he forced his face up and said, "I'm sleepy." Taking a breath, he pushed open the wooden door and walked into the cabin.

When Fang came in, Luo Jinnian regretted it. He was caught off guard and ran into the smiling eyes. He was short of breath and leaned against the bulkhead to decide whether to stay in the cabin or go out and meet Wang Ju's big eyes. Both options are embarrassing. The next fierce son, Zha Jiangli, was even more attractive.

Song Ling approached Luo Jinnian step by step. His life was only thirty years, maybe even shorter, who could tell.He and Luo Jinnian met in the ninth year, they have been facing each other for many years, they have been brothers and sisters for many years, and they have been separated for another three years.Song Ling didn't want to wait any longer for the remaining few years with a snap of his fingers.

He is stingy in giving affection to anyone, but Luo Jinnian appeared in the softest days of his life, and his blood was not yet cold.Luo Jinnian was too despicable, he twisted the gears of taboo and cunningly evaded.

During Luo Jinnian's absence, Song Ling never chased after him. He gave Luo Jinnian a chance to think about it. Now that Luo Jinnian has come in, there is no need to escape.

Song Ling's fingertips lightly brushed across Luo Jinnian's wound, his eyes were dark and gloomy, he was never a saint, even if he died soon, he would drag Luo Jinnian to his death.

Luo Jinnian bit the bullet and snatched the confession, "You and I met for the first time today. You don't know who I am, and I don't know anything about you. It's not too urgent to talk about love. Besides, you and I are men, This act is ethical, think about it again, but I can’t agree to you today.” Seriously, Luo Jinnian lived to be in his twenties, and it’s really the first time a big girl gets on a sedan chair when she falls in love. It is extremely rare to be able to say these words in an orderly manner.

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Jinnian felt a sense of disappointment suddenly in his heart. He has never been a coward, he likes what he likes, and he doesn't like it if he doesn't like it.But it's different now, he is a traitor, his head is pinned to his belt, maybe one day he can't open his eyes again, so he can't hurt others.

He was in a mess, disappointed and proud at the same time, hey, he said it was love at first sight for me!

"Pfft," Song Ling was amused by him, grabbed Luo Jinnian's palm and pressed it against the bulkhead, forcing him to look at him, "My surname is Xie Mingmo, and I come from Jiangdong. Parents are in the way, and there is no pressure to pass on an heir. I am naked and sincere, and now I offer all of them to my husband. Is he not willing? Does he think my family is poor?"

Nowadays, Shangjing is more dangerous than Longtan and Tiger's Den. No one can tell what will happen if he brings Luo Jinnian back to Shangjing. Song Ling absolutely does not want Luo Jinnian to be involved in danger. He can only tell him the truth when the clouds and dust settle.

"How could I think your family is poor, let alone you are single, I can afford to support even a poor family!" Luo Jinnian was anxious by what he said, turned his wrist from active to passive, and explained with a tight grip on Song Ling's fingers.

Song Ling caught the falsehood in his words, raised his brows, "Raise me?

Luo Jinnian's palms were sweating, and he hurriedly said, "Don't get me wrong that's not what I meant."

"Then who do you want to raise?" Song Ling lowered his waist and rubbed against Luo Jinnian's shoulder, his tone softened, with a nasal sound in his voice, "Mr. I am also willing to be your servant." After finishing speaking, he kissed Luo Jinnian's neck all the way, and finally stopped at the corner of his lips and poked out the tip of his tongue to grind it carefully.

A combination of rigidity and softness made Luo Jinnian lose his mind. His entire portrait was boiled, and white smoke rose faintly from his head. Can he still be considered a man if he can bear it?

At the moment, he also forgot about the rejection, and forgot about the proportions. His eyes were filled with only the soft touch around his lips, and the uncontrollable desire. He grabbed Song Ling's wrist and pushed him away two inches, looking at his lips and his eyes, Reluctantly recovering the sanity that sank into the sea of ​​desire, he solemnly said: "Don't regret it."

Song Ling opened his lips with a smile, and said firmly: "Never."

The amorous feelings at that moment were confusing, Luo Jinnian couldn't help but think of the magnolia flower sea he saw in Xiaolian Mountain, he stretched out his arms to wrap people in his arms, and hugged the sea of ​​flowers.

Luo Jinnian imitated Song Ling and licked the corners of his lips. Gentleness was only an appearance, and arrogance and domineering were his nature. Immediately, he slammed into Song Ling's lips chaotically, rampaging all the way, dancing with the tip of his tongue.The sound of smacking water becomes a continuous note, don't hate to give your lips and teeth every time you are happy.

It wasn't until both of them were out of breath that Luo Jinnian reluctantly let go. Song Ling leaned in his arms, with transparent saliva sticking to his lips, his clothes were disheveled, his hair tie was thrown somewhere, and his black hair was pouring out The ink meanders.

At this time, Luo Jinnian suddenly twitched, tugged at the sleeves of his sleeves and wiped the corners of Song Ling's lips, "Go to sleep a little longer." After finishing speaking, he let go of Song Ling and walked out with a blushing face.

"There's no need to talk too much between men." Song Ling smiled lightly, grabbed Luo Jinnian's sleeve and pulled it down. He pressed the man on the deck, pecked at the tip of his nose, and slid his hand down the coat. When he felt the warm skin and flesh, his movement was suddenly interrupted by a coughing sound.

"Cough, cough, cough, the Wang family is here." Wang Ju stood outside the cabin and stared unnaturally at the surface of the quiet river through the wooden door. The sound insulation on the boat was not good. How can an elderly person who is neither deaf nor blind not be able to hear?Wang Ju felt both hatred and anger in his heart. He hated Luo Jinnian's ignorance of good and evil and insisted on messing with the short-lived ghost. He was angry that these two were shameless, so he rolled on the bed the first day he met.

"Ka," as soon as the wooden door opened, Song Ling tied up his hair, dressed neatly, saluted Wang Ju calmly, and said with a smile, "Thank you for today's matter, old man."

The corners of Wang Ju's eyes twitched, feeling sincere admiration for the thick skin of the person in front of him, he cupped his hands perfunctorily, "Hurry up, sir, the Wang family is in a hurry."

Song Ling heard the words and looked towards the shore, and sure enough, dozens of lanterns were lit, and another black-covered boat slowly approached the painting boat. The boatman was quite tall with a bamboo hat, and it was Wang Fuyang.

But after a while, the black-covered boat had already approached, Song Ling thanked Wang Ju again, and then stepped on the black-covered boat.

Seeing the boat sailing away, Wang Ju's face contorted for a while, and he pushed open the wooden door desperately, and took a look into the cabin, only to see Luo Jinnian lying on the deck with blurred eyes, staring at nothing. Where is it, there are still some red marks on her neck, she looks like a little lady who has been spoiled by a libertine.

"Stinky boy! You don't fucking listen to people! Don't get entangled with him, you just fucked off the bed? Did he bully you? Fuck! Little bastard, I'm lying in Liuzhou every day You are a capable person, what happened today! You are a coward!" Wang Ju was angry from his heart, pulling at Luo Jinnian's neckline and yelling non-stop.

Luo Jinnian lost his mind early, his ears and eyes were closed, he was thrown into the clouds and then sank to the bottom of the sea, his mind was completely controlled by strange emotions, he couldn't gather the strength to shout at Wang Ju, curled up slightly trying to keep Song Ling's remaining warmth and A cold fragrance lingering on the tip of the nose.

Seeing his hopeless appearance, Wang Ju's heart skipped a beat, this kid has really been tricked.He let go of Luo Jinnian, and said dejectedly: "Forget it, I don't care about you, it's just that he..." The sentence "Life is not long" weighs more than a thousand catties. Wang Ju opened his mouth several times, but was repelled by the joyful longing in Luo Jinnian's eyes, and finally With a sigh, what a crime!

"He's not called that person, he's called Xie Mo," Luo Jinnian misplaced his focus again, looked at Wang Ju and said seriously.

At this time, the moon is hidden in the clouds, and the boat is traveling alone on the quiet river.

"Duyu is in a good mood?" Wang Fuyang asked, turning his head while turning his paddle with one hand.

Song Ling was taken aback, and asked, "Why did elder brother say that?"

Wang Fuyang shook his head, "Intuition?"

Song Ling looked back at the boat with his hands behind his back, "I met someone worthy of joy."