The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

When Mo Daosang woke up from his sleep, he found that there seemed to be another temperature around him. Although this person did not think much about guarding against him, he was still annoyed that he lost his guard again. Xiao Yanzi called out in his mind: "What, the computer crashed?"

Xiao Yanzi, who failed to pretend to be dead, simply began to observe the face of his left protector up close, which was so beautiful that he could completely resist the fear of the host.

Mo Daosang yelled and didn't receive a response, so he knew that Xiao Yanzi was determined to admit his mistake this time, but this is a rare thing for Xiao Yanzi. Call him, even if he has the guts, he probably won't dare to do it a second time.

Mo Daosang was not in a hurry, but he looked at the person who was lying far away from him but secretly tugged at the hem of his clothes with his outstretched arms, and he could vaguely see his curled up figure from under a small bulge of the thin quilt. The little bit of anger that was still there immediately dissipated, and his heart was so soft that it was a complete mess.

Following his loose long hair, looking at his cheeks that seemed to be very immature due to lying on his side with only a small half left, Mo Daosang couldn't help smiling.

Although his head still hurt, but his heart was itchy, he insisted on standing up, leaned over there holding his breath, supported his body on him, and then found a gap to fall down, so that when Wen Qionghua woke up, he could What I saw was him close at hand. I really didn't know what kind of interesting expression it would be. Modausang was looking forward to it.

While waiting, he thought about it again, raised his hand to arrange the skirt of his clothes in a mess, and finally tore a small piece off on purpose.

In fact, he thinks he is not such a boring person, but facing such a serious gentleman, he can't help but want to tease him, want to see how his calm expression is broken.

Such behavior made him feel helpless.

Mo Daosang finally adjusted, and looked at Wen Qionghua naturally again, that face seemed to be shining in this slightly dim place, as if it was so perfect at all times, he couldn't help hanging his fingers in the air , depicting his outline with the air of nothingness in between.

This kind of behavior should have no feeling at all, but when he slid to a place, it seemed that he really touched the delicate and soft skin, and his anger suddenly stopped.

It was this moment that made his holding his breath completely useless, and woke up Wen Qionghua who was still unconscious. Wen Qionghua was already awakened and was on guard. When he opened his eyes, he bumped into the scene he was thinking about day and night, and the corners of his lips curled up. The old Mo Daosang was lying lazily there with disheveled clothes, his hands half-raised as if to touch his face, his soul was almost lost.

For the first time in his life, he hated the vigilance to save his own life so much. If he could wake up later, could he really be touched by those hands? This possibility made him feel trembling all over just thinking about it, He had to clench his fists tightly to stabilize himself.

My heart was overwhelmed.

Originally, Mo Daosang wanted to play tricks on others, but now it was embarrassing to be caught on the spot like this, but he didn't panic at all, he raised his hand to his mouth and coughed.

Then, the whole person pressed down unscrupulously. The moment his body touched, he felt that Wen Qionghua became a monolith almost instantly, which made him, a ten thousand year old driver, a little panicked.

Although this panic is almost negligible.

He straightened Wen Qionghua's dodging face, and said in a playful and persuasive tone: "Ling Yi, what are you doing when you come to my bed?"

Wen Qionghua was immediately frightened by his words and was stunned. She mustered up the courage to take a sneak look at Mo Daosang, but when he saw that he was holding back a smile, she was a little annoyed immediately, and she replied confidently: : "Junhui, this is my bed."

Mo Daosang couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed heartily: "Yes, this is your bed," and then he really pinched his little cheek that Xiao had been thinking about for a long time, "But it makes you sleepy." Yi knows I'm sleeping, so don't tell me you're too tired to remember."

Although Mo Daosang said so, looking at the sky outside, he knew that he must have slept through the night and slept until the next day. This explanation is the only reasonable one.

Wen Qionghua quickly lowered her head in embarrassment, and stammered, "No, it's not."

"Then Lingyi, why?" Mo Daosang suddenly became interested. Looking at Lingyi's posture, would he really admit that he came here because he wanted to sleep with him?That really deserves a big applause for Ling Yi.

After all, this courage is not a small improvement.

Wen Qionghua didn't know what to think of, her face suddenly turned red, and she bit her cheek for a long time before he hesitated and said: "Yes, I went wrong."

"Really? That's fine." This acting skill was so fake, Modosang felt disgusted for a while, and didn't intend to make things difficult for him, so he half got up and was ready to let him go.

Wen Qionghua didn't know whether he was more disappointed or fortunate, but the biggest feeling in his dizziness was sweetness after all, so sweet that he couldn't help hugging Mo Daosang when he saw Mo Daosang leave.

Mo Daosang stopped when he was moving. Intellectually, he knew that the door had begun to absorb energy and he had to leave sooner or later. He shouldn't let Wen Qionghua have too many fantasies, but he said that he was all well before turning into a lunatic. It's really inappropriate to come and go.

He has already acted like Mo Daosang when he was a teenager, and now he can only respond according to the reaction that Mo Daosang would have.

Sighing inwardly, Mo Daosang felt the aura attached to him, and with the warmth raised in the thin quilt, he penetrated through his clothes and penetrated into his skin. I don’t know if he was always hugged by Lin Wentian recently. He's used to it, he really can't hate it.

There was still such panic and excitement that he didn't even care about the things slipping out of his arms. He patted Wen Qionghua on the back as a way of comforting him. Take a breath.

I'm afraid my heart is exploding with fireworks.

Modausang didn't want to hit him, so he turned all his attention to the yellow handkerchief that he fell out of. This color always feels a bit familiar.

Thinking of this, Mo Daosang stretched out his hand to pick it up, and by the way asked the person he would only answer no matter what he said now: "Lingyi, can I see it?"

Wen Qionghua hummed, the breath blowing into Mo Daosang's clothes made him a little itchy, and then he saw Mo Daosang move uncomfortably, and his mind went blank for a while.

When he realized it again, he looked at the string of crimson winding on that white neck, and was so ashamed that he wanted to burrow into the cracks in the ground, but he couldn't stop himself no matter what.

Mo Daosang felt the hot and humid waves, and the slight pain of teeth grinding his flesh, and he patted Wen Qionghua a few times, but he didn't respond.

He felt that Wen Qionghua, who looked like this at this time, probably wouldn't be able to wake up unless he directly stunned him, but his eyes fell back to the completely drawn Jinpa, which was covered with old blood stains, and his heart ached. , There are a lot of things to ask him.

Even the bottom line of indulgence was relaxed a lot in an instant.

It is natural for him to be familiar with this Jinpa, the words on it are all written by him, and his mood is a bit complicated.

From hereby, the two religions are married, and the contract is signed in one hall, and the good relationship will last forever, and the match is the same.

Look at the burning peach blossoms in Fusheng, which is suitable for IKEA, and it is predicted that the melons will be endless in the next year, and Erchang Erzhi.

I would like to use the white-headed covenant to write to Hongjian, so that the alliance of red leaves can be written down.

This card.

It was he who entrusted Xiao Yanzi to write the marriage letter and then let Lin Wentian give it to Qin Feng, but the person he proposed to was changed from the right protector of the demon sect to the left protector on this veil, and there was no flaw at all. .

That's right, at that time Wen Qionghua was thinking about bringing medicine back for him, and using his power to guard against him, how could he be so easily fooled, only this thing could hurt him.

He couldn't be more familiar with his words.

He could imagine where the blood came from. It would stain a piece of Jinpa with blood, just as cruel as the content on it.

But it's ridiculously appropriate.

He couldn't imagine why Wen Qionghua brought such a thing with him every day, and what kind of mood he felt when he saw it.

No matter what, he must have been very concerned about it, but since the reunion, he hasn't mentioned a word.

Is it fear?

"Lingyi, listen to me." After Mo Daosang finished speaking, he felt the pain in his neck suddenly became severe. The pain made his brows wrinkle. He had been caught in a mess long ago, stretched all over his chest, and he could almost feel his figurative madness directly.

Then before he had time to comfort him again, scalding water fell from his neck one after another, soaking his rotator cuff in no time.

The person in his arms began to sob, and his body trembled, so he had no choice but to hug him, and finally couldn't help but sigh.

"Lingyi, what's the matter with you?" When he really asked, Mo Daosang felt like an idiot.

Wen Qionghua ignored him and just kept crying.

Mo Daosang felt that since Wen Qionghua started to cry yesterday, he seemed to have changed his core and became very delicate. I hope this is just his illusion.

"Lingyi, listen to me," Mo Daosang could only pat him on the shoulder. After all, he wanted to push away to look at his face, but Wen Qionghua was holding him down tightly, so he could only do this awkwardly. Said, "The marriage letter, I didn't write it for you."

So Wen Qionghua, who was still reluctant to leave him just now, suddenly pushed him away, but his expressionless face was flushed with a pair of clear eyes, which were stained with tears, which made me feel pity.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't speak.

Mo Daosang guessed that he must have misunderstood. Even if someone imitated the handwriting, he would not be able to hide it from him. I am afraid that now Wen Qionghua's mind is full of Junhui and he actually lied to him. There: "This place was originally supposed to be Lin Wentian, and he himself agreed."

In order not to look like a scumbag, Mo Daosang silently put all the blame on Lin Wentian: "I didn't know he would do this, so I'm really sorry."

Wen Qionghua hurriedly took the brocade handkerchief over and carefully looked at the place, but tears were really in the way and nothing could be seen in the end, he still held the brocade handkerchief and said: "I thought, I thought..."

Seeing that Wen Qionghua finally believed him, Mo Daosang breathed a sigh of relief: "Lingyi, burn this thing." What to do with this blood-stained thing.

Wen Qionghua, however, seemed to be frightened and immediately pressed the brocade handkerchief to her heart. It seemed that she was reluctant to part with it, and she couldn't figure out why she kept such a uncomfortable thing.

Mo Daosang thought for a while and said, "Ling Yi, if you like it, I'll write something else for you, okay? This one is not good."

Wen Qionghua hugged the handkerchief and shrank to the side of the bed, but finally gave him a response and shook her head.

Mo Daosang wanted to touch his forehead, but when he moved his shoulders felt sore, and then he looked at his clothes, could this be considered retribution?

Forget it, Mo Daosang looked at the people who ignored him, and said directly: "Lingyi, you speak so hard."

Wen Qionghua hurriedly turned back anxiously, her face full of self-blame and remorse, but when she saw Mo Daosang's neck, she couldn't help but blushed again, and after hesitating for a long time, she moved over and lifted Mo Daosang's collar to help him On the medicine.

Mo Daosang couldn't see the face on the back, but he felt the strength of trying not to touch him, and he thought happily, with such an interesting person, let him play with him for a few more days.

I just hope Ling Yi can be normal.