IX Cultivation

In fact, I don’t know each other, nor have I seen them, these people should be vague in your impression, this is a major characteristic of dreams..."

Before Qiao Yue finished speaking, Wan Ling interrupted: "No, I remember."

"Huh? You mean you remember it well?"

"Well." Wan Ling said, "If I could draw, I would even be able to draw them."

Wan Ling is even clear about everyone's time with him, as if he experienced it personally, even the pain of dying, the feeling of losing the dragon egg that he really wanted to conceive, is clear .

From Wan Ling's point of view, the Wan Ling Immortal in the dream likes the Demon Lord of Greedy Wolf, but he is gradually alienated because of the annihilation of the clan; There is a little hidden warmth, so I said at the end that I am waiting for Xiaolongjun to cultivate into a fairy in Jiuchongtian; the Immortal of All Souls regards the fox and half demon Ji Xi as a greedy wolf when I was a child, so I feel pity; because of responsibility, I went to Lingshi, It's just that if you plant flowers intentionally, they won't bloom, but if you don't intend to plant willows and willows to make shade.

Until the end, Wan Ling, who has no feelings, is actually cold on the outside and soft on the inside, and after eating the love fruit, he has a sweet love relationship with a dragon king who has never existed in reality.

It's just a pity that it was a scam.

Wan Ling sometimes thinks that if the thing in the dream is one of his own lives, then there may be a reason why he likes children so much in this life, and there is also a reason why he doesn't like contacting complicated people. There is also a reason... So, I will meet other people in the future...

"Okay." Qiao Yue tapped his fingers on the table. He didn't treat Wan Ling as cautiously as he did those perverted patients with snake spirit disease. He was afraid of offending the other party. He said bluntly, "Wan Ling, even if this , What are you struggling with? You can’t forget who or have some thoughts, you should tell me.”

"No, I have Yan Xi, and I won't cheat." Wan Ling didn't realize that he was just stating a fact to refute Qiao Yue, instead of saying a simple 'I love him'.

Wan Ling handed Qiao Yue the neatly folded report in his pocket.

Qiao Yue took it, opened it and looked at it while asking, "Why are you showing me this? What am I?"

Wan Ling said slowly: "I'm pregnant..."

156. I really want to see you...

By the time Wan Ling returned home, the sky was already glowing red.

He skipped work for a day today, and even with Qiao Yue, he turned down the appointment for the whole afternoon, and made a long-lost appointment with Chu Dakuan and the three of them to get together.

Wan Ling didn't talk about these bad things with Chu Tiandi, and the three of them chatted and played cards while drinking top-quality red wine paid for by Chu's big money.

Big Chu couldn't move his hands and feet, so his other 'hands and feet' took his place. In one afternoon, he won Wan Ling's bonus for next month, and he took a pair of pants from the unlucky Qiao Yue.

Wan Ling didn't tell Qiao Yue that Chu Dakuan was in the same situation as him. After all, it was someone else's business. If necessary, Chu Tiandi would tell Qiao Yue himself. Wan Ling just asked Qiao Yue to keep it secret for him. decided.

But what did you not think about?

There are obviously a lot, but when it comes time to really want to solve it, I can't say any of them.But the most important question is not whether to want this unexpected little thing. Wan Ling never thought of giving up this life with the same rhythm as his own heartbeat. A series of follow-up questions.

The man was walking on the path home, and the sunset was so beautiful that it made people intoxicated. Occasionally, a few green grasses grew on the gravel road under his feet, trying tenaciously and slowly to spread the entire path after many years.

Wan Ling stood at the door of the house within 10 minutes of walking. The light from the incandescent lamp inside penetrated through the beige curtains and shone on the ground. As soon as he took out the key and opened the door, there was a small "click" sound. Footsteps follow:

"Father!" Suddenly, a sweet voice came towards Wan Ling accompanied by a hug with a small impact. He habitually bent down slightly and picked up the kid rushing towards him. The boy immediately She wrapped her arms around the man's neck, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Welcome back."

Wan Ling walked inside while putting on her house shoes, and asked Wan Ou, "Are you obedient at grandma's house today?"

The reflection of Wan Ling was in Wan Ou's big, lovable eyes. His soft face rubbed against Wan Ling's cheek, and he said, "Of course, grandma and the others said that Xiao Ou is great and obedient."

"What about your little dad?"

"In the kitchen." The kid got off the man, pointed at the young man who was cooking and talking on the phone in the kitchen, "Daddy bought seafood today, and one of them sneaked into the living room just now, and Xiao Ou caught it back."

Seeing Wan Ou's little boy wearing cartoon house clothes and looking up at his little head, and the dark eyes on his fair and immature face obviously begging for praise, Wan Ling couldn't help but smile, rubbed Wan Ou's head, and said: "Awesome."

After all, Wan Ling let the child watch TV by himself, and he went straight to the small bar next to the kitchen to lean against, frowned reflexively after smelling the lingering seafood smell, and stopped in his tracks , just happened to hear the conversation between the young man and the person on the other end of the phone.

"No." Wearing a navy blue shirt, the young man who reflected his snow-white skin wore a light gray apron in front of him. He took off his glasses, and a few strands of jet-black hair fell on his forehead. His deep eyes were covered by light and shadow. The fight was particularly attractive, and the rolled up sleeves revealed his strong forearms, "I don't think you have any room to bargain, and he won't go either."

The young man's voice was cold and emotionless, but his cooking was neat and handsome: "Don't even think about it."

Wan Ling thought about it, but couldn't find anyone who could let his lawyer Yan speak in this tone.

"Goodbye." The young man hung up the phone suddenly, put the phone aside, then looked towards Wan Ling, his voice softened a few pitches, and said, "Honey, I'll be fine in a while, go out first and wait."

Wan Ling nodded, went to wash his hands first, and then sat on the sofa with Xiao Wanou to watch the animation. In the animation, the ugly duckling was still crying to find his mother, and Yan Xi brought delicious dishes to the table one by one.

Wan Ling went to help set the table and chopsticks, and finally sat across from her lover, chatting about homework in an inexplicably different way as usual.

Little Wan'ou is a pistachio. He always has a lot of little stories. Whether it's about embarrassing stories about other children in kindergarten or things he saw on TV, the stories he tells are always innocent and cute.

This time Wan Ling was distracted while listening to Wan Ou's child.

He always involuntarily looks at the lover sitting across from him. The young lover is mature and perfect, with especially beautiful lips...

The hand holding the chopsticks is also very nice, maybe...probably...maybe, the baby born in the future will look a little more like Yan Xi.

It is very likely that he is a son, and his future personality may be as serious and cute as Yan Xi's.

By the way, he seems to have a gestational sac, if another one is not careful...

Wan Linghu's face burned, and he lowered his eyelashes to block out all the messy thoughts, so he happened to miss the subtle look cast by the handsome young man.

"Baby, are you feeling well today?" Just as Wan Ling was still silently thinking about when to share such shocking news with Little Things's other father, the other father asked him first, "Or Said that the dishes I cooked today were not very tasty?"

I saw that the hairy crabs that men usually take good care of are still steaming with 'resentment', not a single one of them is missing.

Wan Ling didn't know how to say that he couldn't eat this kind of thing.

Crabs are always cold and cold, and eating too much can easily lead to miscarriage. He ate a lot last time before he knew what happened, and his stomach hurt. Fortunately, nothing serious happened.

"I don't want to eat much recently." Wan Ling thought about it while picking vegetables for the kid next to him, with a slight sweetness in his heart, and said, "Let's drink more stewed soup in the future, Yan Xi .”

At the end of the sentence, the young lover did not understand and agreed. In Wan Ling's view, his family's lawyer Yan couldn't be better. absent minded...

Deep meaning flashed across Yan Xi's dark eyes, and his eyes fell on the man's slightly drooping eyes, moving from the bright red mole between the eyebrows to his lips, and stopped talking.

At night, when Wan Ling went to Xiao Wanou's room to help Xiao Wanou cover the quilt, he was surrounded by a naked chest as soon as he returned to the room, and before he could react, the person behind him hugged him horizontally and took him to the big room. The bed bully came up.

A long kiss happened between the two, and Wan Ling's whole chest trembled slightly, suffocating and full of the joy of being nostalgic.

"Hmm..." When the man was completely intoxicated, he was awakened by a pair of hands that slipped to his lower back. He whimpered a few times, and pressed his hands on the young man's shoulders as if to resist, but was finally let go. Unable to utter a single word, gasping for fresh air, he finally said, "Not today..."

The condescending young man didn't move, and Wan Ling couldn't see the expression of the other party in the backlight. He could only see the golden color of the powerful young man's hair dyed by the dim yellow ambiguous light. The arms were dazzled with a sexy color, but the atmosphere suddenly stagnated in an unsatisfactory place.

Wan Lingzheng didn't know how to explain to the young man who might have been wronged for another two months, when his cell phone rang, the young man was silent for a while,