Tigers ban coveting

Ping, ping, ping, jingle, clang.

Ling Junhan stood at the door, just hearing the crackling inside, he could imagine the tragedy in the room.

Fuck, my wedding room...

He squeezed the space between his brows and let out a long sigh of relief: "Sure enough, the ending should have been guessed long ago."

At least it proved that this decision was done without any problems.

Duan Wuxin doesn't want to be a pet, so he will be offered as an ancestor.

He can still afford to smash a few cup chairs.

Now that he is releasing his nature like this, it can be considered that this whole trip has not been in vain.

Ling Junhan walked two steps and then came back, standing at the door and blowing the wind for a while, a few snowflakes fell on his shoulders, reminding that the cold wave is coming.

He leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets, intending to wait for Xiao Bai to bring his things over.

Momo haw, there is no one around me to worry about.

Duan Wuxin walked angrily back and forth three times in the living room, vented his grievances, and finally recovered his inner peace.

Don't get angry, don't lose your temper, and hurt yourself when you become irritable.

Forget it, Duan Wuxin sighed old-fashionedly, comforting himself.

Anyway, I have been here for so many years, and there is not a lot of Shaoling Junhan.

Anyway, it would be impossible for him to pretend to be good.

If he really wanted to kill him, Duan Wuxin flashed his fangs, then bite him to death.

Running back and forth just now was a bit exhausting.

There was no one else in the room, so Duan Wuxin let himself go, lying on the carpet with her feet up in the air, cursing.

"If you don't care about me, I'm a pig."

"Bah, pigs and dogs are worse."

"Assassinate you before leaving!"

"Who are you going to assassinate?"

The voice sounded from the top of his forehead, and Duan Wuxin suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up.

Why is this man walking so quietly, he floats back after leaving, like a ghost.

"Why are you back again?"

"Come and see the crime scene, who are you going to assassinate?"

Ling Junhan looked around, seeing a mess.

But 10 minutes, as if encountered a burglary.

The rumored little expert in house demolition is willing to bow down.

Duan Wuxin returned to his original nature, glanced at him, and said in an arrogant and disdainful tone: "Assassinate you."

Ling Junhan thought it was funny, bent his waist, and looked down at him condescendingly: "I will feed you and live in you, but you still want to assassinate me? Do you have a conscience?"

Duan Wuxin turned her head and was too lazy to care about others.

Listen, what sophistry is all this.

Cannibalism does not spit out the bones, talking about such a high-sounding scumbag.

You said before that you want to fatten up and eat it?

Heh, it's only been two days, and even this bit of patience is gone.

Now it is the cold palace, next time it will be the wilderness.

The current situation is a bit better than sending him to Li Yingyi.

Duan Wuxin took half a step back, jumped onto the sofa in anger, collapsed and pretended to be dead, "Forget it, don't talk, I want to sleep."

"Not eating?"

Ling Junhan glanced at the food brought by Xiaobai, and said in a slow voice, "Fresh beef and bones are what you like to eat."

"Not hungry." Duan Wuxin confronted the person as if in a quarrel.

——No matter what meal you eat, you will be full of gas.

But his eyes couldn't stop drifting to those large pieces of meat, the white and fine frost, the distribution was extraordinarily even, the lines like leaf veins contained the golden ratio.

Just by looking at it, you can imagine the taste in and out of your throat.

Delicate, thick and melt in the mouth.

Ling Junhan let out an "oh", touched the dinner plate with his fingertips, and couldn't hold back his bad intentions to play tricks on him, "Then I let Xiao Baiduan go?"

"Let's go, let's go." Duan Wuxin stubbornly turned her head back, avoiding the dinner.

I'm not hungry at all, I don't need to eat.

I'm full, very full.

Duan Wuxin muttered, self-hypnosis.

"Okay, I'll take it." The robot watched the show by the side and dutifully carried out the order.

Duan Wuxin's eyes were round, and she stared back in disbelief, you are obedient right now.

Ling Junhan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and slowly took the plate from Xiaobai's hands to the dining table, softening his heart, "Put it here, eat when you are hungry."

"No." Duan Wuxin raised his head even higher, and the conversation entered the previous cycle again.

Ling Junhan didn't know where he had offended this ancestor.

No step down even given the steps, so proud and ruthless enough.

"Okay, I'll give you this thing. The first contact is me." Ling Junhan endured patience, threw a communicator from his pocket, and asked, "Can you use it?"

Duan Wuxin glanced at it and hummed softly: "Yes."

I whispered in my heart: Anyway, I won't contact you.

"Xiaobai, the live broadcast equipment, connected it for you. I want to do it myself, but this time I really left."

"Are you annoying or not, don't send it off."

At the beginning, you loved and ignored me, but now you can't afford me, my lord.

Duan Wuxin lay arrogantly on the sofa, as if he had become the new owner of the "Lenggong Palace".

He raised his paws coldly, stuck out his tongue and licked his fur like no one else, which was completely different from his docile appearance in the morning.

"..." Ling Junhan raised his eyebrows slightly, as expected of you.

Now with this look of keeping strangers away, I can't help but get started.

Taking advantage of the little white tiger's inattention, he rubbed the tiger's head with his lowered hands, and flicked his ears with his fingertips.

Sigh again, it feels good.

Duan Wuxin stared at him silently.

Ling Junhan withdrew his hand in time.

"Xiaobai, you take care of him here, I'm going back." Ling Junhan fastened his coat, passed the door, turned on the heating in the room, and turned on the monitor at the front door.

He doesn't think he is a considerate and delicate character, but his concern for Duan Wuxin is really too much.

After all, I still can't worry.

Duan Wuxin watched the door close, turned to Xiaobai and said, "Which room do I sleep in?"

"Choose whatever you want upstairs." Xiaobai looked up at the stairs, and kindly reminded, "It's best not to choose the master bedroom on the third floor."

That is, the designated wedding room.

"Then the third floor." Duan Wuxin was determined to confront Ling Junhan, very arrogantly: "You clean it for me, and I will sleep."

Xiaobai was speechless, "Why do you have to work overtime at night?" His neck was stuck for a long time before he responded slowly: "Okay."

After dismissing the robot, Duan Wuxin quietly moved to the dining table on his feet.

He climbed up to the dining table along the chair, and repeated silently:

I just look at it, I will never eat it.

As soon as Ling Junhan sat down in the study, before he opened the file, he caught a glimpse of a white afterimage on the monitor screen of the terminal, and went straight to the dining table quickly and quickly.

Sneaky, very funny.

Sure enough, I still couldn't hold back.

The food on the plate exudes a tempting aroma, every trace is alluring.

Just ran such a big lap and consumed a lot of exercise, the little white tiger growled in disappointment.

Duan Wuxin frowned, and looked up at the dark stairs again, feeling a little shaken in his heart.

If you sneak a bite, no one should notice... right?

He carefully picked up a piece of meat with his claws, tore off a piece of the edge neatly, and threw it into his mouth.

Gobbling it down his throat, it really was just a taste.

Knowing the taste of the marrow, Duan Wuxin became even more greedy.

Okay, then, take one last bite.

My heart is a little shaken, and my thoughts are vacillating.

If Xiao Bai found out tomorrow morning, it would be too embarrassing.

But after the food, my stomach growled loudly.

Duan Wuxin glanced at the communicator on the sofa, and with a ding, his eyes lit up.

Instead of eating the food delivered, he can... order takeaway!

But if you are too smart, there is no way out.

He clicked on his live broadcast account, transferred part of today's reward money, and started ordering violently.

The meat used to be raw, he hadn't tried human food.

But it doesn't matter, buy it, let's talk about it after buying it.

His paws slid across the screen quickly, and Duan Wuxin didn't even have time to look at the food carefully, but just stared at the pictures, and the family picked out a few.

Soon, thousands of takeaway orders were finally ordered.

After Duan Wuxin finished filling in the address, he collapsed happily, his little tail wagging happily, waiting for the night snack to be delivered.

The private message displayed a reminder, and he opened the screen with his paw.

Damn, another message from that annoying fan ljhsnbb.

Last time I refunded the money and said I can't talk...

This man is really persistent.

Duan Wuxin clicked on the dialog box, and replied impatiently: [I said, no chatting. 】

ljhsnbb: [No other meaning, just want to ask you if you are enjoying your stay]

Duan Wuxin muttered, you know how to ask questions, you have been left in limbo, can you be happy?

He didn't want to answer this question, it hurt his heart.

Amber eyes staring at the string of letters in the ID, Duan Wuxin was aroused curiosity: 【What does your initials mean? 】

Seeing this question, Ling Junhan stopped turning over the document and was stunned for a second.

Can really focus.

If he wanted to say "Ling Junhan is your father", he probably wouldn't be able to continue the conversation today.

I typed the abbreviations with my fingertips, tapped the keyboard to piece together things, and finally squeezed out a perfunctory meaning.

Enduring speechlessness, typing and sending.

ljhsnbb: Ling Junhan is mud cake

Duan Wuxin was shocked, the hero saw the same thing!

He was still angry, when he ran into someone of the same kind, he suddenly became interested in chatting: Are you his black fan?

ljhsnbb: ...sort of

Duan Wuxin shook his tail, and came to the conclusion very methodically: the enemy of an enemy is a friend.

After reading the nickname explanation, he suddenly became fond of this stranger, and he could chat with him.

Duan Wuxin took the initiative to apologize and ease the embarrassing atmosphere: I had a bad tone that day, so I'm sorry.

ljhsnbb: It's okay, if you are bored in the future, you can chat with me

Duan Wuxin: ...I'm bored right now

Duan Wuxin: I'm still very hungry...but it's okay, my takeaway is coming soon

Ling Junhan felt a twitch between his brows, and typed with lowered eyes: You also ordered takeaway?

He doesn't know how many skills this little white tiger has. Is he preparing to go to heaven?

Duan Wuxin: Well, I didn't eat at night and I'm hungry.

Thinking of the sneaky way of eating just now, Ling Junhan couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth.

Duplicate, but smart.

Keeping his current position in mind, he replied without revealing any flaws: Ling Junhan didn't prepare dinner for you?

Duan Wuxin replied cursingly: "It's ready, I didn't eat it, because I was afraid he would poison me to death!"

ljhsnbb:.......Not so, rest assured to eat

Duan Wuxin was thin-skinned, and he didn't have the nerve to say that it was because he was stubborn, so he could only endure it.

I can't continue the conversation, so I can only forcefully change the topic: What do you do, you are quite rich, and you have spent tens of thousands these days...

Ling Junhan thought for a while, and replied euphemistically: The little leader who manages people.

He tapped the screen with his fingertips, which was not a lie.

However, it manages tens of thousands of elite troops.

Duan Wuxin nodded old-fashionedly, and replied: Oh, the work is very hard, you save a little, don't embezzle public funds and throw money at me, it's too embarrassing for me.

Thinking of spending his own money on his own now, he added another sentence.

The part I earn... can be properly rewarded.

Ling Junhan was amused, he thought the little white tiger's brain circuit was very interesting.

Don't be awkward, and you still leave room for yourself when you speak.

He narrowed his eyes, suddenly regretting throwing him over.

However, when Duan Wuxin faced herself, she was definitely not so honest.

Well, let's chat with netizens first.

At least for now, they have a united front.

He twirled his fingertips and prepared to continue typing when he received a message from Duan Wuxin:

I won't tell you anymore, my takeaway has arrived, but the deliveryman can't come in.

Ling Junhan finished with some unfinished thoughts: Well, let's talk next time.

He closed the dialog box and continued to read the pile of reports, his eyes were on the text, but his mind was far away.

The Marshal's Mansion is too big, and there is nothing to do with it, what if Duan Wuxin gets lost?

The more you think about it, the deeper you feel.

"Finally, I know what Ling Jiamu's mood is like when he's an old mother." Ling Junhan cursed in a low voice, pushed away the swivel chair, got up and put on his coat again.

Avoiding the tool man Xiaobai upstairs who was still tidying up, Duan Wuxin quietly opened the door and slipped out through the crack.

The roads in front of the gate look exactly the same. When I came here, I was nestled in Ling Junhan's arms, and now I can't find my way.

This facility is not good, and there is no road sign, Duan Wuxin muttered softly.

Stretch out your claws, order your troops, and avoid the pointed path.

After all, our luck, reverse selection, has a greater chance.

It's just that luck is as bad as ever.

All the way along the flower/path, there is a thick wall piled up at the end.

Duan Wuxin raised his head and looked at the crescent moon in the sky.

God predicted his own prediction.

Adverse selection is still a dead end.

The communicator rang, and his paw touched the screen to pick it up: "Hello?"

The background sound was a bit noisy, and a male voice caught my ear: "Sir, have you arrived at the door? There are more than a dozen people standing outside and the delivery is about to start. Are you having a dinner party at the Marshal's Mansion today?"

What a fart for a dinner party, it's all my supper.

"Please wait a little longer." Duan Wuxin turned around anxiously and rushed to another road.

As the distance gets closer, the single building in front is lit up, and the closer it gets, the more familiar it looks.

Duan Wuxin blinked, not only the building is familiar, but also the figure in the coat in the distance is familiar.

Um?Ling Junhan?He was wandering outside in the middle of the night.

Duan Wuxin was about to sneak in from the nearby bushes, but the man's hearing was excellent, before he could turn around, Ling Junhan turned his head.

Coincidentally, he was caught.

One person and one tiger, staring at each other in the night.

"..." Duan Wuxin stood there awkwardly, neither running nor hiding.

Misfortune never comes singly.

Not only did he choose the wrong route, but he also ran into Ling Junhan.

Ling Junhan was not surprised to see him at all, he came to catch him when he went out.

He put his hands in his pockets, avoiding the cold outside, and asked, "Go out for a walk at night?"

Duan Wuxin nodded coolly, and followed the conversation: "Yes, I want to take a walk to the gate."

Ling Junhan thought to himself, there are two fucking directions, and he really lost his way.

Without revealing it, he made a face-saving relief: "I happen to be going too, together?"

"I'm not going with you." Duan Wuxin rolled his eyes, full of petty ideas.

Not together, he can secretly follow, hehe.

Ling Junhan hummed, buttoned up his coat, and thoroughly touched the twists and turns in Duan Wuxin's heart.

He pursed his lips, pretending not to care, "Then take your time, I'll go first."

He turned his back and slowed down his steps, his eyes were in front of him, and his attention was focused on his back.

Swishling, stepping on the grass with deliberate light steps, occasionally hitting the dead leaves on the ground, they creaked.

Dead Tsundere, without a word of truth, his body is very honest.

Follow up.

Ling Junhan felt that his patience had been used to the extreme, and he dutifully acted as a silent guide.

He took a small path and walked to the main entrance in 5 minutes.

Opening the door, a crowd of people piled up at the door, each with takeaway in their hands, whispering to each other.

The guy closest to the door said first, "Damn, did you order these takeaways, Marshal?"

Ling Junhan scanned around, shocked by Duan Wuxin's exaggeration of ordering takeaway, slightly shaking his head: "No, someone will come and get it later."

He pushed aside the crowd and walked out. He didn't know where he was going, so he could only turn around and go back home.

This play is really too much.

He seemed to spoil Duan Wuxin too much.

Inside the door, Duan Wuxin waited for a few more minutes, but still didn't dare to show his face.

If Ling Junhan found out that he was secretly ordering takeaway, he would definitely be laughed at for three days.

The communicator rang, and several calls were made in, apparently the delivery boy outside couldn't wait to urge him.

It was freezing cold, people were waiting outside, Duan Wuxin couldn't bear it.

He moved to the front door, pushed open a small opening with great effort, and stretched out a paw.

Deliberately lowering the voice to pretend: "Bring the food here."

A group of takeaway workers stared at the chubby tiger claws, lost their voice for a moment, and fell into deep thought.

Duan Wuxin's palm moved and urged in a low voice: "Give it to me."

The deliveryman at the front handed over the food, and when the little animal wasn't paying attention, he grabbed his paw and dragged it out.

Duan Wuxin was caught off guard, and was pulled a little bit, his head suddenly stuck in the crack of the door, unable to move.

Between the two narrow gates, a round tiger's head was exposed.

His expression was fierce and confused.

More than a dozen deliverymen were stunned and stared at him.

After being stunned for three seconds, a few people finally came to their senses, howling one after another: "Fuck!!! Duan Wuxin is the one who ordered takeaway!"

There was a lot of noise over there, and after crossing a street, it suddenly became quiet.

Ling Junhan stood in the dark across the street, with a calm expression, the snow fell on his eyelashes, and it was a little cold.

He pursed his lips and watched as a dozen hands touched the round tiger's head together.

Taking advantage of being stuck, he moved his hands up and down.

It gets worse the more I look at it.

A little unpleasant possessiveness surged up in my heart.

If you want to lock him up, no one is allowed to touch him.