Refinement, masculinity

The scope of a monk's spiritual consciousness expands with the increase of his cultivation base. Although Qi Jun's cultivation base is low, he still has spiritual consciousness. After Meng Ling learned about it, he handed the two storage bags to Duan just in case. The city kept it, and asked him to send Fengbai a few plants of cold marrow.

Duan Cheng was lying on the bed, and immediately got angry when he heard the words, but then he heard him tell the address again, rolled his eyes, and patted his chest to guarantee: "Daughter-in-law, don't worry, I will send it to him tomorrow!"

Meng Ling originally thought it would take some effort to persuade him, but he was so pleased, he couldn't help turning his head suspiciously, seeing his eyes brighten, he immediately understood: "You want to send him there personally, and beat him up by the way?"

Duan Cheng was silent for a moment: "...what?"

"It's useless to pretend to be innocent," Meng Ling stared at him, "You must have planned it that way."

Duan Cheng suddenly understood why the people in the family occasionally showed a little sadness. It turned out that a daughter-in-law is too smart and has its disadvantages. She can be seen through even if she wants to beat a bad face.

Seeing that he was clearly frowning, Meng Ling started giggling for some reason the next second. He couldn't help being speechless, and pulled him away: "Don't laugh at me, I'm afraid you will pull my IQ to be on the same level as yours."

Duan Cheng touched his face subconsciously, but what he thought was that the people in his family would laugh soon after being sad, maybe maybe...they thought the same?

Meng Ling was afraid that Qi Jun would act early if he found out that he was in contact with other monks, so he didn't let Feng Bai come, and he was too closely watched by Qi Jun, and he couldn't go out to send it. He could only rely on this bastard. He patiently explained: "I've only chatted with him a few times. He hasn't hooked up with me. Please calm down and thank you."

"You gave him cold marrow grass after we didn't chat a few times?" Duan Cheng complained, "I have known you for so long and I have never seen you treat me so well, even if you usually kiss me twice."

"..." Meng Ling said, "What do you like about me?"

He originally thought that Duan Cheng was deliberately making excuses to get close to him, but after getting along with him for this period of time, he felt that it was impossible to act to such an extent, especially when Duan Cheng said that he wanted to sleep with him, the desire in his eyes was simply shocking , This is absolutely impossible to pretend, he is not a fool, he naturally understands that Duan Cheng's feelings for him are true, as to whether there are other purposes, it remains to be seen.

"I thought you were pleasing to the eye when I first saw you, and then I found that your temper suits my taste, so I liked it more and more." Duan Cheng held him in his arms, "Anyway, you are destined to be mine in this life, whoever dares to be with you I snatched, I scratched him."

Meng Ling: "..."

Duan Cheng tightened his arms, leaned against his neck and inhaled intoxicatedly: "Well, it smells so good."

"Nonsense, I just took a shower." Meng Ling stretched out his hand to push him, then thought of something, turned his head and asked, "Where were you when I was taking a shower?"

"I'm peeking," Duan Cheng answered as a matter of course, then paused, "What kind of eyes are you looking at? You are my wife, so there is nothing I can't see. It's fine if I didn't go to take a couple bath with you. Let's be content."

Meng Ling: "..."

Meng Ling took a deep breath to calm himself down, and turned the topic to the main topic, saying that the cold marrow grass is not a free gift, and people want to exchange it for something. As for what to exchange, you can't beat the customer.Seeing that someone finally compromised, he immediately turned over and fell asleep without seeing anything.

Duan Cheng hugged him, feeling more and more unsatisfied, leaned over to please him and said, "Daughter-in-law, let's sleep naked."

Meng Ling kicked him away and continued to sleep.

Duan Cheng was suddenly sad, and crawled back silently, pawing his whole body on him, pulling his clothes while saying that you are so cold and ruthless, I love you so much, you don't know how to cherish, and you are so embarrassed to a little boy you just met. He is more friendly than me, I will beat him up tomorrow.

Meng Ling tried his best to save himself, but in the end he really had a headache, so he had to give in, took off the shirt that was about to be stripped off and threw it in his arms, and said coldly, "Just take off this one, there is no discussion."

"Okay, okay." Duan Cheng put it away when he saw it, and quickly took off only his underwear, and pulled his wife into his arms. The moment his skin touched his back, there was a pleasurable shudder, and he exhaled slowly. In a calm tone, he patted his daughter-in-law on the back: "Hey, go to sleep."

Knowing that he couldn't break free, Meng Ling resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes. Although it was already spring, the weather hadn't warmed up yet. The touch of each other was warm and soft, which was not annoying. He soon fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, There was a blackness that could not be seen, he was slightly stunned, walked in the familiar way, and soon stopped in front of a person, and began to think that he succeeded in gaining control in this situation last time, is it going to be the other way around this time?

Meng Xiaodong glanced at him, his expression darkened: "I heard it."

The image of being entangled by someone flashed across Meng Ling's mind, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Then he quickly adjusted his posture and sat on the ground: "Can you feel me?"

Meng Xiaodong shook his head.

Meng Ling raised his eyebrows, and asked patiently. The result was that Meng Xiaodong's consciousness was so weak that he couldn't even feel the touch of his body. He could only hear a few words when the hypocrite approached him. At the same time, I also feel that this person Qi Jun is really too persistent.

"What you said about hearing just now refers to the bunch of nonsense he sent me back at night?"

Meng Xiaodong lowered his eyes: "...um."

"Are you moved?"

Meng Xiaodong's body trembled a little, curled up and hugged himself, his chin resting on his knees: "I...I don't know if what he said is true or if he is lying to me again."

"That's right, you've learned to be skeptical even if you suffer from it."

Meng Xiaodong choked and remained silent.

"He's acting for the purpose of taking advantage of me. His body is mine now, so he will do it according to my hobbies. Under deliberate guidance, he will say that he likes me more than you," Meng Ling looked at him, "Do you believe it?"

Meng Xiaodong closed his eyes: "Then I will completely give up."

"Don't blame me for being too ruthless. If you don't do this, you will never wake up." Meng Ling gave him one last look, stood up and left, and couldn't help frowning. Giving up doesn't mean disappearing. When Meng Xiaodong wakes up from his dream, whose body will it be?

Meng Ling slept deeply, and when he opened his eyes, the people beside him had already left. He got up and dressed, tidied up briefly, and went to morning self-study slowly.

Qi Jun has already arrived, and when he saw him, he subconsciously smiled, and then thinking about what happened last night, the corners of his mouth froze. At that moment, he didn't know whether to smile or not, and finally turned into a strange and funny arc, and walked forward: " Here, early."

Meng Ling witnessed the whole process of his face changing, and was very satisfied, but his expression was still very calm, looking at him silently.

"We broke up, so you don't even have to be friends, right? What's more, what I said yesterday was serious," Qi Jun insisted, "I know you don't believe it, it's okay, I'll prove it to you slowly, here, while it's hot Eat, you can't make trouble with your own stomach."

Meng Ling took it hesitantly, thanked her, and walked into the classroom.

Qi Jun knew that since he was willing to pick it up, it meant that his attitude was loose, so he couldn't help feeling proud, and turned to leave.

Life at school was boring, and Meng Ling's only pleasure was to watch a hypocrite act. After learning yesterday's lesson, this person started to change his strategy today. He really started as a friend. He stopped talking about love, but talked with him about other things. The appearance of a gentle and refined gentleman is beyond repugnance.

Although Meng Ling was mostly silent, his attitude was more relaxed than yesterday. This gave Qi Jun great motivation. From the outside, the relationship between the two seemed to be closer than before. Even Meng Ling's roommate asked about it during lunch. Are you reconciled?

Qi Jun looked at the person opposite, with forbearance and anticipation in his eyes.

"We are just friends." Meng Ling replied indifferently, got up and left.

Qi Jun hurriedly chased him, grabbed him, and said hesitantly: "Xiaodong, don't pay attention to what they say."

Meng Ling responded, and slowly broke away: "I'm going back to the dormitory to sleep."

"I'll see you off," Qi Jun chatted with him, and quickly sent him downstairs, saying softly, "Go, have a good rest, and see you in the afternoon."

Meng Ling glanced at him, but didn't move.

Seeing this, Qi Jun knew that he had something to say, and immediately asked considerately, "What's wrong?"

Meng Ling was silent for a while: "How much do you like me before?"

Qi Jun thought that he was willing to believe him, and hurriedly expressed his heart: "I like it very much."

Meng Ling lowered his eyes: "Really, I'm leaving."

He walked away quickly, sneering in his heart, a hypocrite is always smart, he should be able to understand what he means.

Qi Jun didn't get the expected reaction. After thinking about it, he squinted his eyes. Is this person jealous of the former Meng Xiaodong?

Meng Ling slowly opened the door of the dormitory. He wanted to sleep, but suddenly saw a figure rushing towards him. He quickly dodged to avoid it, fixed his eyes, and was quite surprised: "Why did you appear during the day?"

Duan Cheng stared at him: "What's going on with you flirting with him all morning?!"

Meng Ling: "..."

Duan Cheng took a few breaths and finally calmed down: "What are you thinking?"

"...Yes, you still have reason."

"That's right, let me be such a good husband and don't want him, unless you are stupid, no, I'm still a little angry, let me kiss you a few times," Duan Cheng said, stepping forward, holding him down and kissing him hard Kissed, finally satisfied, "Tell me, what are you going to do."

Meng Ling tore him away in disgust, and sat on the bed: "He is indeed smart, but he is still too proud to face a mortal like me. I want him to slap him hard when he thinks he has succeeded, but I I met Meng Xiaodong last night, so I want to let him say that he doesn't like Meng Xiaodong on the basis of this, and that's it."

"It's okay, remember to keep your distance."

"...you don't need to remind me."

Duan Cheng nodded, and stretched out his paws to hug his daughter-in-law to sleep, but at this moment, he suddenly gasped and turned his head: "My father sent me a voice transmission, and grandpa has left the customs."

Meng Ling was surprised: "Your grandfather?"

"Well, he was in retreat when I was born, and I haven't seen him before." Duan Cheng paused slightly, and kissed him, "Wait for my wife, I'll ask him, maybe he can get the blood in your body Take out the magic weapon."

After he finished speaking, he drew out his saber and disappeared quickly.