Qin trace and sword shadow [online game]

As the number of times Fu Lin reported to Leicester increased, he finally had a real sense of being an apprentice.

Although Lester still often treats him as a life assistant, asking him to help clean the room or cook meals, these things are not important to him.

Importantly, he learned a lot.

Leicester's residence is also a private dessert shop that is not listed and not open to the public. The customers who come here are all regular customers who have met before and made an appointment in advance. The daily supply is very limited.Lester himself also opened a store in a business district in the south of City S, but he only went there once a week and never took Fu Lin there.

Lester only asked Fu Lin to try to help with the regular guests who came to the house.

Because only these people in S City can be regarded as gourmets.They have a high taste for food, and they are very picky about their vision and taste buds. If they can get their approval one day, Fu Lin's studies will be considered to have reached a passing level.

Most of the regular customers are very tolerant towards Fu Lin, especially those rich wives who are too busy to panic.Fu Lin's aura is gentle and his facial features are pleasing, and he has dimples and canine teeth when he smiles, all of which touch their inner motherhood.It is undoubtedly a kind of enjoyment to see the cute little handsome guy dangling in front of me every day, even though they still can't appreciate the craftsmanship of this handsome little guy.

"I heard that Mrs. Yan wants to adopt you as her godson?"

Fu Lin was washing cups and plates in the kitchen, while Lester looked at him leisurely with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Mrs. Yan's husband passed away early, and she has no children. All the property left behind is under her own name." Lester puffed out a smoke ring, "Have you heard of the Queen's Hotel?"

"I heard."

"Being her godson will save you at least ten years of struggle."

"But I'm really not interested." Fu Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Speaking of which, you are really a killer of middle-aged women. Several wives came here once every two weeks before, but now they come every week."

"……Ha ha."

"If it were someone else, I'd be happy to be a badass. Tsk."

"..."

Lester had teased him enough and patted him on the shoulder.

"For the sake of your hard work, take something away today."

"Really?" Fu Lin immediately became happy.He had wanted Wen Jingyao to taste his master's craft for a long time.

Due to the long journey home, Lester was afraid that the appearance of the cake would be damaged (and at the same time damage his reputation and violate his aesthetics), so he only asked Fu Lin to bring back a box of macarons.

Wen Jingyao came back after dinner, and said that it was a treat for a senior sister who had graduated from the laboratory.

Fu Lin had just bitten half of a macaron, walked over and stuffed the remaining half into Wen Jingyao's mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Fu Lin asked with a smile.

Wen Jingyao twitched his cheeks, and after chewing twice, he froze.The outer skin is crispy everywhere, and the inner filling is rich and soft after biting open, and the layered taste is fascinating.

"delicious……"

"I'm learning from Leicester recently, but I can't do well." Fu Lin hooked his neck and smelled the smell of liquor, "Did you drink today?"

"Well, I had a few drinks after being persuaded."

"How many cups?" Fu Lin asked a little suspiciously, "How big is the cup?"

Wen Jingyao pointed to the teacup on the table.

Fu Lin was defeated.

"They poured you with such a big cup!?"

"Song Jiayi suggested it."

"..." Fu Lin couldn't blame the 'benefactor', touched his face, and said distressedly, "How do you feel?"

"It's okay." Wen Jingyao spoke clearly and responded freely, apparently not much drunk, "But there were a lot of drunk people. In the end, Song Jiayi called Jia Yuguo for help, and got a few baseball team members to carry them away."

"..."

Fu Lin felt that he might never have the chance to see his lover drunk in his life.Just like on his birthday this year, before the other party had a drink, he himself was drifting away and getting carried away.

Now Wen Jingyao no longer rejects group activities and entertainment as before.Compared with the low emotional intelligence that was called autistic in the past, it has made great progress.

Fu Lin's mood was a little complicated, and he hugged the opponent's neck tightly and rubbed against his shoulder.Wen Jingyao also hugged his waist.

The two of them groaned silently for a while, igniting a little flame in their bodies.

"You smell so sweet." Wen Jingyao whispered in his ear.

Fu Lin's brain exploded with a bang, and his face immediately turned red.

He knew he was telling the truth and not trying to flirt, because he had been baking all day and he could not help but smell of brioche, but...

Speaking such words in a cold and deep voice is simply murder! !

Fu Lin reacted almost immediately, so he could only push his lover into the bathroom with a red face, "Go and take a bath."

Wen Jingyao looked back at him puzzled.

Fu Lin pushed him into the bathroom a few times: "You wash first, and I'll get you pajamas."

Just as the door was about to close, Wen Jingyao suddenly stretched out a hand and pulled him in forcefully.

"Together?"

"..."

Fu Lin roared from the bottom of his heart: Stop seducing me, please! !I'm going to fight in the game later! !Today is my first battle in the ring, do you remember! !

But when he came to his senses, the shirt had been stripped off.

"There is a group arena match at nine o'clock..."

"Well, I remember."

"So don't overdo it..."

"clear."

"..."

nine o'clock.

Fu Lin arrived at the competition venue a quarter of an hour earlier.

Although they only did it once, it was a bit long-lasting... It can only be said that fortunately, fighting in the ring only needs to use one's brains, otherwise, with the current situation where he was so sore from being fucked, he wouldn't have the strength to compete with others.

Wen Jingyao couldn't be blamed for this. I, who was weak in willpower, also had absolute responsibility.

Fu Lin shook his head, no longer chasing the figure of his lover in the stands.

African relatives and friends and former relatives and friends all came to watch him compete.

Fu Lin has browsed through the list of all opponents in this competition, and there is no particularly familiar name except Qiu An. If there is no accident, he will meet Qiu An in the final.

Everyone said that the championship was already in his pocket, but Fu Lin didn't think so.He has learned all the lessons from the previous few times, and he also knows that he is lucky, no matter what the situation is, he cannot underestimate the enemy.

The opponent in the first battle was a loli monk whose name he had never heard of.

The map is in Tianchi.

After the opening, Fu Lin felt a little strange. This loli has a good sense of technology and is quite fast. It seems to be Gao Min's special match.He was dodged by the opponent when he just used Huadong Bafeng in a set of combos, and was about to chase and hit him with Quicksand Feiyan, but the opponent turned a corner and rushed towards him on his own initiative.

Cautious, cautious.

Fu Lin thought that the next move must be the monk's rushing dragon, and thought that if he faced it head-on, he would not suffer a loss. However, he was really scared by lucky e, so it's better to be conservative now.Immediately jumped onto the platform next to him and took a high spot.

Loli stopped her pace again.

The two remained in a stalemate for a while.Say that this person has no intention of fighting, as if he wants to turn around and tease him from time to time.

After going back and forth three times, Fu Lin thought that the other party was playing tricks to delay time.With all his strength, he chased him all the way and killed him decisively.

Loli lay on the ground and said sweetly: "Ling Guangda, I'm your fan!"

Fu Lin: "..."

Loli said again: "At first I wanted to die directly by your sword, but suddenly I felt that the opportunity was rare. Rather than dying like this, I would have had a closer look at you. That's why I delayed for a while. I hope you don't take offense!"

Fu Lin: "..."

After the match, Fu Lin told his relatives and friends about it.

Lei Ze laughed and said, "The charm of the sixth child is still so great, you just need to brush your face and make it to the final without any hindrance."

Fu Lin glared at him angrily.

Lei Ze turned his head and said to Wen Jingyao: "Sisters and sisters, you have to keep a close eye on Lao Liu, he is actually very attractive, no matter male or female~"

Wen Jingyao smiled unexpectedly, like the first snow on the ice: "But he only loves me."

Everyone present heard this sentence.Countless ambiguous eyes focused on him instantly, and Fu Lin blushed for a while.

Lei Ze covered his eyes with one hand: "...Okay, okay, I lost to you."

Fu Lin always felt that the alcohol in Wen Jingyao's body was still working, which was why he behaved differently from usual.After finishing the game, I asked curiously, "Why do you talk to Lei Ze about such boring things?"

Wen Jingyao took his hand, let him sit on her body, and gently rubbed his waist.

"You are his sixth aunt."

"what……?"

"He used to always say that you belonged to him, and you never refuted it."

"..." Fu Lin coughed dryly, "It's all just joking and talking casually... Where did you know? The fifth one said it?"

"There are many relics on forums and Weibo."

It turned out to be the case.

His eyes lingered on his favorite profound facial features.Fu Lin lowered his head, pressed against the other's forehead and murmured: "So, are you trying to settle an old score with me?"

"En." Wen Jingyao's eyes were deep, and there was a little bit of malice that was rarely seen in ten thousand years.The hand massaging his waist stopped, and then stretched directly from the hem of the pajamas.

Fu Lin swayed his waist cooperatively, catering to that hand: "What do you want me to do?"

Wen Jingyao didn't speak any more, wrapped his hands around his waist, lifted him up and walked a few steps, and put him on the bed.

"Are you still suffering?"

The role of alcohol is to turn the male god into a hooligan?Although it is not very rogue, but this level is surprising enough...

Fu Lin thought, should he be thankful that the other party would take his feelings into consideration before playing hooliganism?

He took a deep breath, and asked somewhat intentionally, "If I say I'm uncomfortable, will you let me go...?"

Wen Jingyao unhurriedly opened the drawer beside the bed: "Well, I will do it twice less."

"..."

So how many times were you originally planning to do it! !