Mr. Qin is always serious

Wen Lang ignored the placard as much as possible, and walked inside with Fu Tong.

The archives room is divided into five areas, including humans, ghosts, and monsters, and the ancient Great Desolation area that was separated separately. Fu Tong took Wen Lang to the ancient area, and finally stopped in front of the third bookshelf.

He took out a book from above, and casually handed it to Wen Lang: "You read this book first, and find the corresponding page number from the table of contents...you know it, right?"

Wen Lang rolled his eyes at him: "I'm not stupid."

Fu Tong shrugged: "Come on, cubs who have just grown up."

Wen Lang opened the catalog and scanned around, and soon saw the place he was looking for.

【Monster·Mixed Blood Chapter】——270 pages nine.

The contents in it add up to less than five pages, and there are even fewer descriptions about blood. There are three paragraphs in total, which are similar to what Wen Rong said before. There is basically no risk in taking blood from the fingertips of blood relatives on birthdays.

Wen Lang read those passages back and forth several times, and finally he didn't feel so uneasy: "This is good, I see from the inheritance that things like this that mention bloodlines usually require painstaking efforts, which is too scary."

Fu Tong smiled: "This is the information that was updated by the Monster Bureau a few years ago. It used to be painstaking, but it is not particularly difficult to stimulate the blood. Ten fingers connect to the heart. Blood from fingertips is enough. The times are developing. The monster circle should also keep pace with the times, right?"

It was rare for Wen Lang not to hate him, and nodded in agreement. After a while, he hesitated and said, "There is one more thing... I want to visit the popular science area."

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows: "What are you looking at?"

Wen Lang touched his nose, looking a little embarrassed: "It's just...cough, doesn't Mr. Qin have the blood of Kunpeng and Qilin? No matter which one he inherits, he will be hermaphrodite. Brother Wen Rong said that hermaphrodite monsters can Let me give you a baby, I just want to..."

Fu Tong looked at him.

Wen Lang lowered his head, and said in a weak voice, "Mr. Qin... can he give birth to cubs too?"

Fu Tong: "..."

Promising and promising.

Let's drink to your courage.

He couldn't help laughing out loud: "I didn't say that, even if it really works, are you sure it's not you?"

Wen Lang looked at him dissatisfied: "I can't download that?"

Fu Tong touched his chin: "If I'm with you, Mr. Qin can't do it either."

Wen Lang: "Huh?"

Fu Tong went to the self-help reading area next to him and took a booklet and threw it to him: "No. 20, page seven, read it yourself."

Wen Lang caught it, and flipped through the seven pages of No. 20 in doubt. After reading it, he felt depressed.

Hermaphroditic monsters can continue their bloodlines outside of inheritance, but there is a prerequisite for the continuation through the latter—both parties must be hermaphrodites.

Wen Lang was very sad.

My little one is so cold.

He put down the booklet, sighed heavily, and Fu Tong laughed again: "Why are you sad? I think it's a good thing. If you rely on inheritance, you can know more things. If you rely on other things...inherited from you What about IQ?"

Wen Lang: "..."

It was rare for Fu Tong to win against him once, and then he made up the knife: "Besides, you can't overwhelm Mr. Qin, you can only be made to cry because your legs are weak."

Wen Lang was silent for a few seconds, then raised his eyes with a half-smile: "You understand it very well, it seems that you have experienced it countless times with Fu Qianyuan."

Now the silent person became Fu Tong.

Silently, there was a knock on the door from behind. The two turned their heads and saw Fu Qianyuan in an instant.

He stood there wearing a Tang suit with dark silver embroidered patterns on his body. He didn't know when he came here, and he didn't know how much he heard. coming."

Wen Lang met Fu Qianyuan twice, each time with a blank face, and this was the first time he saw him smile.

It's pretty good-looking, and Fu Tong definitely took advantage of it in terms of appearance.

Wen Lang habitually blackmailed Fu Tong once in his heart, and then felt that it was not ordinary embarrassment for him to stand between these two people, so he made up an excuse, and walked out the door first with a smile in his hand holding a popular science pamphlet.

As soon as he left the Longdu Building, the phone rang.

Wen Lang looked down and saw the caller ID - Dear Mr. Qin.

Wen Lang pressed the call button and spoke before Qin Jingshen: "Mr. Qin, do you miss me?"

The person over there hummed in a low voice: "Come here."

"Ok?"

"look up."

Subconsciously, Wen Lang raised his head following his words, and suddenly saw Qin Jingshen across the road, looking towards him from afar.

Wen Lang walked over quickly, two dimples appeared in his eyes: "When did you come here?"

"Just arrived not long ago." Qin Jingshen glanced at the booklet in his hand, "What is this?"

"A popular science book distributed by the Monster Bureau for free." Wen Lang shook the pamphlet, "Go home first, let's make up lessons together when we get back, and chat with cats and dogs by the way."

Qin Jingshen laughed: "Okay."

10 minutes later, I will be home.

Feed small animals, cook, wash dishes, and take walks.

The day continues, as always.

Later, Wen Lang took a warm bath comfortably, changed into fluffy pajamas and went to the study to find his boyfriend. Egg Yolk and Ju Baoer followed eagerly. Wen Lang picked up Egg Yolk, and then Smiling, he stuffed Ju Bao'er into Qin Jingshen's arms.

The two sat down on the carpet with the cat and dog in their arms, and read the pocket book of Monster Bureau together. There was not much new content in the book. Seriously, I slowed down on purpose when I read the chapter on Taotie of the Ancient Fierce Beast.

Wen Lang was a little shy: "Mr. Qin...don't look at it."

Qin Jingshen didn't speak, and read the content of the page again, and when he looked up again, there was a bright smile in his eyes: "Actually, what is said here is not like you."

Wen Lang raised his head: "Why doesn't it look like this?"

"You don't eat everything, you're not that fierce, your temper is not as irritable as the book said, and—" Qin Jingshen pointed to the picture above, "The picture is not as good-looking as you."

Wen Lang's face was a little red, and after a while, he pretended to be natural and bared his teeth at Qin Jingshen: "I'm super fierce."

The person watched by His Majesty Taotie was silent for a few seconds, then raised his hand to stroke his hair.

Touch the head to kill.

super tender.

Wen Lang couldn't help but smirk a bit, but he was embarrassed to let Mr. Qin continue to watch, thought for a while, and said, "By the way, Director Chen has something to do, and I want me to ask your opinion."

Qin Jingshen looked at him: "What's the matter?"

Wen Lang took the script from the back, opened the last page and pointed to Qin Jingshen: "This is right here. Normally, there is a kiss near the end. According to the angle set by the script, there is no way to borrow a seat, but you and I Don't you all know the current relationship? Director Chen was a little scared, so he asked me to ask if I should change it."

Qin Jingshen narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

Wen Lang thought about it for a while, and said: "Editor Song said it's best not to change it, otherwise it will be somewhat lacking in feeling. In fact, I also think so. The time of kissing is only one second, rounded up to zero, so—"

Before he finished the following words, his eyes suddenly darkened, and then he felt a pain on his lips, which was actually bitten gently.

Wen Lang was taken aback.

Today's Mr. Qin...is a bit energetic.

As he thought about it, he soon felt something was wrong—this kiss seemed to be different from the previous one, with a vague taste of punishment added.

After the appraisal, I am definitely jealous.

Wen Lang couldn't help but bend his eyes, and happily accepted Mr. Bao Qin's kiss. This kiss lasted for a long time, and when it was over, Wen Lang slightly licked his lower lip, feeling a little swollen and hot.

Qin Jingshen stepped back a little, lowered his head to touch Wen Lang's forehead, and asked him in a low voice: "Now, do you still want someone else's kiss?"

Wen Lang laughed: "Are you jealous? Boyfriend."

Qin Jingshen's eyelashes trembled, and a few seconds later he hummed: "I'm jealous."

Wen Lang's heart was about to melt at the sight of Mr. Qin like this, and the dimples on his cheeks showed again: "In that case, then I—"

Wen Lang originally wanted to say that since his boyfriend didn't want to, then he should talk to Chen Jia about it, but he was halfway through, when Qin Jingshen suddenly picked him up by the waist, and strode outside.

Back to the bedroom.

Close the door and lock it.

Draw the curtains.

The previous things are done in one go, and there is no need to say what to do next.

Wen Lang swallowed, feeling that the current situation seemed a little dangerous, and subconsciously confessed: "Mr. Qin, you, please calm down first, I didn't mean that, you...uh."

All the following words were blocked by a kiss. Qin Jingshen kissed him carefully, slowly moving from his lips to his neck, leaving countless ambiguous marks on Wen Lang's body bit by bit.

At the beginning, Wen Lang still had some rationality, but later he became dizzy from the burning feeling, so he didn't care so much. He raised his arms and hugged Qin Jingshen, looking at him with those affectionate peach blossom eyes .

The peaceful atmosphere around him suddenly changed.

piping hot.

warm.

The easiest way to make people crazy.

Wen Lang felt the heat in his eyes and body, his heart trembled suddenly, he didn't refuse, he just blushed and whispered at the last moment: "...Turn off the light, otherwise, otherwise it's really too shameful, I can't take it."

Qin Jingshen's eyes suddenly deepened, and after staring at Wen Lang for a while with his hands propped beside the pillow, he lightly pressed the switch of the bedside lamp.

"Snapped--"

The interior is darkened.

And what happened after that could no longer be controlled by Wen Lang.

The author has something to say: Readers: "Please write out the specific text that is not controlled, thank you."

A Zhan Zhan: "I don't. To read a text, you must master the four-character secret—make up your own brains. You must understand hahahahahaha."

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I have said before that the three-dimensional is very busy recently, please bear with me qwq.

During the May Day holiday, I try to code as many words as possible and update them steadily.

Take a bow and apologize.