IX Cultivation

When Yusheng announced the news of his engagement with Liu Zhu, he was slightly taken aback, and then he returned to normal, still the indifferent and handsome Long Jun.

The moonlight was like water, and the night was frosty and dewy. It was nearly twelve o'clock when Lord Long left with Long Yusheng, and the reception gradually came to an end.

Long Yusheng didn't feel sleepy, and the old man's eyes were extremely sharp. He looked at the calm look of Long Jun who was following behind him, and always felt that everything was the best, but...

Long Yusheng suddenly stopped, looked back at Long Jun, who was almost a head taller than him, and said, "Did you rest well in the past six months?" Long Jun, whom he had placed high hopes on, went abroad with a simple task. Half a year, this is something that has never happened in the past [-] years. The source of all this is still a man who is indiscreet. When Long Yusheng thinks about it, he feels that he should not let it go, but he also knows the character of Long Jun, so he never Obstruction, just a side note.

Long Jun frowned slightly, he rarely showed any expression, and soon hid in the dark night, only his thin lips were slightly opened and closed, uttering clear and emotionless words: "A mission is not a rest."

"Really, I've never heard of a young lover with me when I go out." Long Yusheng smiled without saying a word, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Mr. Long, it's been half a year, and you... seem to be like a friend to him." Something is different, is it that I can't quit again, or..."

Long Jun interrupted coldly: "It has nothing to do with you."

The old man did not quarrel with the young man, but said: "It has nothing to do with me, but do you still want to go up and stand on the highest place? If you want to, then don't let Liu Zhu know that you have raised such a child." Plaything, if she insists on making a fuss, you don't have the capital to get out now."

The delicate chin of the cold and handsome young man was beautifully illuminated by the dim and classical street lamps beside the road, his lips were clear, he was silent, and his eyes were so dark that people couldn't see clearly...

The old man knew that Lord Long was born to go to the altar in such a dirty place. He would not kill innocent people but he was definitely not a good person. He could sacrifice a lot, including sacrificing himself to achieve the goal that even he felt passionate about. .

Some people seem to be not favored by the heavens in their previous life. When they reincarnated, they abandoned their emotions and desires and insisted on turning the world around to get what they want.

The old man believed in Lord Long very much. He didn't even feel that the man was a threat. He just wanted to tell Lord Long that enough was enough. He believed that no matter how much he liked, Lord Long would not let him disturb his mind.

People like Long Jun who are on this road are not allowed to have scandals. Everyone is staring at you. If you are found to be gay, no matter how high an official you are, there will always be influence. The openness has not yet reached the situation where everyone treats the heterogeneous with a normal mind. The heterogeneous is the heterogeneous, not to mention the heterogeneous with indiscreet private life?

Even if the people pestering that man are some not very easy to mess with, they will not be considered elegant after all.

Maybe he is lucky enough to see the picture of Long Jun strangling the pet that is now kept at home like he did when he was a child...

The old man looked at the back of Long Jun leaving, stroked the beard that had only been grown in recent years, squinted his eyes, and turned back to the house for a long time.

And when the white-haired young man who couldn't sleep at all got the news, his sickly cheeks showed a light pink color because of excitement. He smiled very nicely, seeing the news of Long Jun's engagement sent by his subordinates, He got up from the big soft bed all at once, and paced back and forth in the luxurious bedroom that seemed a bit too big.

After a while, I finally couldn't help but put on a thin light-colored coat and left the bedroom, turned a corner, and came to the door of Wanling Room.

He looked at the doorknob and turned it lightly, but he couldn't open it, but he didn't feel depressed. He lay on the cold door, as if he could hear someone's heartbeat.

Then Yan Zhijue walked to the next door with a smile, his footsteps were slow and silent, an honest maid was guarding the next door, lying in the middle of the two cribs in a light sleep, Yan Zhijue's arrival did not wake the maid , He didn't care, just poked the soft faces of the two little guys with his fingers, thinking that it would be great if there was such a bond connecting him and the man...

Because Wan Ling likes children, doesn't he?

Like an elf king, the snow-white young man with shallow pupils suddenly thought of what to do to create a small life, and suddenly his mouth became dry. The light red tongue licked the corner of his mouth, and then his Adam's apple rolled up and down. ...

206. I have ghosts in my heart.

Wan's father and mother stayed at Wan Ling's house for a long time, coaxing their little grandson in their arms for a long time, and waited until Wan Ling's big brothers and sisters called to urge them, then they reluctantly let go of their lovely little grandchildren and let the man come back this time Don't run around, family and harmony is the most important thing.

Wan Ling didn't know what Yan Xi and Tan Lang told their parents. Wan's father and mother didn't know anything about what happened to him in the past six months. They all showed longing looks, and said that they didn't like Wan Ling's job as a psychiatrist for a long time. If possible, tell Big Brother Wan Ling to go to Big Brother's company to do a job that is free and profitable.

In this world, there are really many relatives of Wan Ling. When he was very young, Wan Ling still remembered that everyone lived in the same town, and then they gradually moved out and scattered all over the place. He would go back to the town with his father and mother every year to visit , During the New Year, all the Wan family came back, it was really lively, at that time Tan Lang always followed, his eyes were full of pure curiosity when he ran before and after.

Listening to the opinions of the two old people, Wan Ling smiled without saying a word. After sending the old people out of the house, he said that he had plans and didn't need to worry.

After finishing speaking, the two old men subconsciously looked at the handsome Long Jun who was sitting behind the man, whose whole body was exuding the aura of not being allowed to enter all the time, smiled a little forcedly, and then left in a hurry.

As soon as Wan Ling closed the door, he was thumped by Long Jun who was half a head taller behind him. Wan Ling raised his head and kissed Long Jun's thin lips unceremoniously. The waist was also held by Long Jun, and the two were intimate, kissing at the door, there was no deep kiss, just a little kiss.

Wan Ling likes this kind of intimacy without passion. Except for his strong sexual desire during pregnancy, he is as cold as his personality at other times. Although making love will bring a devastating pleasure that directly hits the soul, but in comparison, Wan Ling Ling prefers to simply kiss and hold hands with Long Jun. When Long Jun talks, he listens.

Oh, wait a minute, the current Long Jun will not make cold jokes with a paralyzed face when he is nervous, the two of them are very quiet, Wan Ling feels inexplicably uncomfortable, but is willing to accept such a difference.

At eight o'clock this morning, Wan Ling bid farewell to Long Jun who did not know when he came back late, brought three children and Yan Zhijue, and returned here.

This is the house that Wan Ling and Yan Xi bought after they broke up. It is quite big. Only when my parents called did I know that it was two old people who often came to clean the house.

Wan Ling felt warm in his heart, no matter how cold he was, family affection was different, he couldn't imagine being alone after losing so many relatives, and the hellish scene he dreamed was selectively forgotten by the man.

Mr. Long originally said that he wanted to take Wan Ling to the small villa he just bought, but Wan Ling refused. The man didn’t want to move around, and the place is very close to his parents. Mr. Long paused and said: " Well, I'll move to your place."

Therefore, Wan Ling took a dragon king and three cuties back home.

The refrigerator was full, but Wan Ling's craftsmanship was poor, and he knew nothing but cooking noodles. Long Jun also looked at the refrigerator with a serious face, and finally decided to order food unanimously.

Wan Ou obediently sat on the short-haired carpet in the living room and did his homework. The boy's handwriting was very neat, but the writing was very full. When Wan Ling went to the bedroom to feed the two sleepy babies with milk powder, Long Jun just finished the phone call from Back from the balcony, he sat on the sofa behind the boy with his long legs. The weight caused the soft sofa to sink a lot at once. The boy paused for a moment, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared quickly, making it hard to catch. .

"Don't you need to go to class?" Long Jun's indifferent voice is actually very pleasant, with an irresistible magnetism. When doing that kind of thing with Wan Ling, the low panting is very sexy, but it is obvious that the boy is not in the mood to appreciate it. .

Wan Ou put the pencil into the stationery box, took his small schoolbag and put the homework in, and then replied, "I've been on leave for three days."

After finishing speaking, Wan Ou ran into the bedroom and hugged Wan Ling's waist from behind. Wan Ling turned around, rubbed Wan Ou's little head, and then put his index finger between his lips to make a quiet gesture. gesture.

Wan Ou lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes cast a shadow, nodded obediently, and then lay curiously on the fence of the double crib, looking at a slightly smaller baby called Little Putao by Wan Ling who was holding a feeding bottle He sucked vigorously, while the baby next to him, who was logically supposed to be his brother, was sleeping with his little chest rising and falling.

Looking at this scene, Wan Ou didn't feel any emotion, but when he raised his eyes to look at Wan Ling, he found that the man had a rare smile, gentle and gentle, and the indifference of his brows and eyes was softened by the atmosphere.

The boy stared blankly for a while, and only when the tall young man appeared behind the man did he come back to his senses, and turned his gaze back to the milk baby.

Wan Ou still remembered that when he woke up, he had escaped from Wan Ling's embrace, and the man turned his back to