The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

A few days have passed since the last incident. Recently, in order to find evidence for Mo Daosang, Wen Qionghua went out to inspect the place whenever he had time. Logically, the identity of this person is not important and it should not take much time. After so long and still nothing, Wen Qionghua had a faint guess in his heart, but he never dared to touch it.

He stepped on the floating surface of the boat, and the water surface as far as he could see was emerald green and calm against the skylight, but his brows still couldn't relax at all, and his eyes became more and more intense because of what he was thinking about. dark.

It wasn't until the boat seemed to bump into something that it swayed slightly that he looked up in a daze. What he saw was a slope that seemed to be covered with a faint layer of light green. Earthy, he realized that before he knew it, he had returned to his residence.

Thinking of the person waiting for him inside, all the scruples he had just been struggling with all of a sudden faded away. If it wasn't for Ming Chunjian who couldn't do without him now, he really wanted to stay on this island all day long, with He finally reunited Junhui to stay together.

Those rumors, if Jun Hui was willing to stay out of the house, they wouldn't be able to get in, no matter what.

However, it is impossible.

Thinking of this, he has already tied the boat to the pile on the shore, then straightened his skirt and sleeves facing the water, and then walked into the hall. Hui may be uncomfortable, but he likes this feeling very much.

It was like no matter what he did or how long he had left before he came back, he would always be there waiting for him, and suddenly he felt that he was needed.

In the past, he never dared to hope that he would get such a feeling from Jun Hui, it was like a dream.

He opened the door and saw that there was no one in the main hall, so he didn't have to be as anxious as before. He even became interested, and walked slowly towards the back of the hall. He walked out of the hall again through a corridor with simple structure and wood grain. Yu, but this time in front of him is already a courtyard so secluded that there are birds chirping.

Looking towards the west, he saw a black dress scattered on the bamboo chair covered with a soft white blanket. Occasionally, a small corner floated with the wind, and the sun softly sprinkled on him, turning him pale all the year round. His complexion was even more dazzling, but it seemed to be dyed with more color. The person in the black clothes had his hair sideways and closed his eyes, and his crow-feather eyelashes were drooping obediently. At this moment, people could not feel his The imposing manner is full of cherishment without being alarmed.

Even this treasure, together with the little sparrow shaking its head resting on the fingertips resting on his black clothes.

Wen Qionghua couldn't see how gentle the expression on his face was, but he could feel how sweet his heart was, so sweet that his breath seemed to smell like candy.

Sure enough, he didn't have to worry about him, even if he didn't go out, his Junhui would not treat him badly at all, he ran around outside every day because of him, he was fine, it was so comfortable to bask in the sun by himself.

But as long as he sees Junhui like this, no matter what he does, he will be content with it.

Just as he was about to get closer, he saw the little sparrow finally looked at Mo Daosang's hand, and took a step towards the fingers that could not even be seen under the sun, and then, probably because the blanket was too soft. , took a step forward and fell to the side, his chubby body rolled.

Wen Qionghua didn't know whether he should laugh at this little thing or blame him for disturbing Mo Daosang's rest, but with such a living creature by his side, it should be impossible for Junhui to fall asleep completely.

Sure enough, the hand moved slowly after the little sparrow stabilized, and then seemed to be extremely lazy. After a long time, he raised his index finger and raised his index finger towards the little sparrow, supporting the little sparrow to stand up again.

But I didn't think that the little sparrow might be afraid of the blanket, but it didn't fly. It only flapped its wings a few times before jumping on the finger, and pecked a few times without force.

Afterwards, the finger was finally willing to move, but it was still very slow, passing over the black robe all the way, and finally stopped in front of a pair of pupils that could only be opened a line because of the sunlight, but looked more sparkling and attractive.

Mo Daosang looked at this little thing in front of him who was still looking at him curiously, with round eyes like black beans, and ruddy lips, he couldn't help laughing: "You are very courageous."

That kind of ostentatious smile that belonged to the leader who was originally insane, but revealing an indescribable peace and happiness, made people forget everything at first glance.

I just want to keep looking at this smile, even if I can't see anything in the next moment, this smile will never be forgotten, bright enough to light up all the darkness.

Wen Qionghua's breathing was completely stagnant, and the ability to maintain his own breath had long been thrown out of the blue. There was an idea that urgently came out from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't stop him for a moment.

His mind was chaotic, but he kept clenching his fists unconsciously to encourage himself. He was so nervous and cramped that he was like a gentleman invited by his father for the first time when he was a child.

When he was able to think, he wanted to say something but found that he seemed to have forgotten what he tried so hard to say just now, but even though it was so empty, it seemed that he had done something extraordinary.

He looked at Mo Daosang anxiously, but saw that he was still lying down, and his eyes were only looking towards him. He didn't know whether it was because of the sunlight or his own illusion. In those eyes, he only saw joy and obedience, and skin and skin. The brightly colored lips parted and said to him, "Okay."

Then while he was talking, the little bird was lifted by his finger, and it flew away with its wings.

Wen Qionghua really didn't know what to do at this moment, trying to find his own reason to think about what happened, but he couldn't help thinking at all, his body walked towards Mo Daosang as if he was conscious, he I feel that even when I first learned to walk, I didn't want to walk so hard now.

He seemed to be watching his body getting closer and closer to Junhui from a distance, and finally bent over to support the two sides of the bamboo chair, but in front of him was an extremely clear face that was a little more beautiful than usual, and was caught After blocking the sunlight, he finally opened his eyes completely, and his shadow was all in those pupils.

He could hear his heart beating faster and faster, beating his chest tight, and the uncontrollable heart almost burst out directly through his chest, his survival instinct made him dare not look at Mo Daosang again.

But the eyes stared stubbornly, refusing to blink.

That face seemed to be getting closer, so clear that he could see the never-before-seen lip lines on Junhui's lips, and Junhui's smile seemed to look even prettier.

He felt he should understand what was going to happen, but he didn't.

Then it seemed that he encountered something again, his consciousness completely came back, and then he felt something soft on his lips, and in his sight, only the beautifully closed eyelids remained.

He felt as if he was exploding, every inch of meridian blood was boiling, and then it went straight to his mind, his face was flushed red immediately, he just wanted to retreat further away, wishing he could just find a corner and shrink down.

Mo Daosang opened his eyes again when Wen Qionghua wanted to run as soon as he touched him, looked at the person who seemed to be frightened and dared not even look at him, propped himself up slowly from the bamboo chair, Squinting dangerously, he said, "Come here."

Hearing the voice, Wen Qionghua dared to sneak a glance over, and saw Mo Daosang who seemed to be covered with a layer of light under the sun, and felt that he was so sacred that he would not allow himself to be profane.

Thinking about what he had done, he wished he could apologize and run away immediately, but when he thought of this, his back hurt, and a sense of dizziness from upside down suddenly hit him.

Just as he was about to struggle, two cast-iron palms pressed onto his shoulders. He could only grasp the wide hem in vain, and clenched it so tightly that his palms ached, but he still didn't dare. Opening his eyes, he hesitated for a while before uttering a few words: "Junhui, you, what are you doing?"

Mo Daosang looked down from the corners of the man's sweaty forehead and eyes, over the high bridge of the nose, and touched the man's tightly pursed lips. He couldn't help but feel that his throat was starting to feel uncomfortable, and he wanted to bite it open. His white neck tasted his blood to quench his thirst.

Taking a breath, he suppressed the feeling of being out of control, and said, "You still don't understand, I'll teach you."

Wen Qionghua, who still wanted to ask him something to teach him, hadn't finished speaking when she felt her slightly parted lips suddenly become cold, and something rushed in and wrapped around her tongue, which she had never felt.

Then arrogantly and domineeringly rolled into every corner of him.

In an instant, the tingling and trembling of his scalp shook him, and he could hardly think anymore. He never knew that the mouth was such a dense and intense place, and almost every place it was swept would become uncomfortable. Jumping up in control, looking forward to being visited again.

All the strength in his body seemed to be taken away at once, and it was dark for a long time before he realized that he had closed his eyes at some point.

He could only hold Mo Daosang's clothes more tightly, as if all his spiritual life was maintained there, and he would die immediately if he let go.

This feeling made him extremely bewildered and frightened, and he couldn't help wanting Mo Daosang never to leave.

I don't know how long it took before he regained some other feeling. The corners of his lips were wet, as if something was filled in his mouth, and then flowed out along the corners of his lips, gathering more and more, even flowing down his neck. It was scratched into the collar, and he felt that it was very disrespectful and disrespectful. He blushed with embarrassment and insisted on raising his hand to wipe it, but was pressed down by Mo Daosang. He wanted to say something, but this Sometimes he couldn't even say no, his teeth were sour, as if he was overly stimulated by the feeling of the scalp bursting.

After the feeling is hearing, the sound of water came out of his mouth, but he couldn't care less about the embarrassment anymore, the breath in his lungs was almost exhausted in one breath, and even suffocation became unbearable under that kind of extreme happiness, but the instinct resisted.

Mo Daosang looked at Wen Qionghua like this, and didn't want to let him go, he just let him go, and saw that he suddenly became more enthusiastic and began to entangle himself desperately, letting him entangle him for a while, more forcefully Pressed back.