Tigers ban coveting

Early the next morning, Duan Wuxin woke up from the cold, shivering.

He curled up into a ball, rolled over and prepared to continue falling asleep.

The claws scratched randomly, only touching a mass of empty air.

Where is my quilt?

Duan Wuxin had no choice but to shake his hair and opened his eyes, and saw Xiaobai rolled up the quilt and held it high.

As if afraid that he could reach it, his arms stretched out.

"What are you doing again? Cold." Duan Wuxin frowned, stretching out his paws to grab the quilt.

"The biggest snowstorm in 30 years tonight, of course it's cold."

Xiao Bai poked him with his finger, and said in a firm tone, "You should get up, it's the young master's birthday today."

"His birthday is from morning to night?"

Duan Wuxin was interrupted, and replied angrily, "Besides, I'm not the protagonist, so what are you doing so early?"

Although some people did give him as a birthday present at first.

But, who wouldn't allow the gift to be late?

This made sense, and Xiaobai was speechless.

He thought for a while, and could only threaten: "If you don't get up, the young master will be angry."

Sorry, this sentence can no longer threaten the king.

Duan Wuxin didn't bother to care, she flicked her tail slightly, turned over and put her head into the pillow, and continued to sleep in the cage.

When I woke up, it was already three or four in the afternoon.

He suddenly remembered what he promised Ling Junhan to get up early yesterday, and he felt guilty at the moment.

Okay, this time I'm really going to piss someone off.

Duan Wuxin turned over and stood up, his teeth chattering from the cold.

He looked out of the window, and overnight, the whole world was covered with thick snow, a vast expanse of whiteness.

As expected of the biggest blizzard, it was so cold.

He opened the box Ji Mei gave him, and inside was a dark blue aristocratic dress, a suit jacket with double openings, and a white tiger embroidered with silver thread on the collar.

Almost wrote "Duan Wuxin Exclusive" five characters.

Shirts, trousers, jackets, bow ties, neat and tidy.

Duan Wuxin picked it up and gestured, the length was just right.

It's just that Tiger Claw couldn't untie the button, and after 10 minutes, he managed to get one open.

It's tiring to wear clothes, it's better to run naked.

There was no way, Duan Wuxin could only grab the shirt with two paws, and poked her chubby head into the neckline.

The neckline was really tight, and the fat face was squeezed out of shape.

Halfway through his forehead, he heard the faint sound of fabric being torn, and a button was stretched and rolled down.

It's over, the clothes are broken.

He stared blankly at the slit on the chest of the shirt, at a loss.

Ling Junhan slowly buttoned up the last button of his shirt, pushed up his tie an inch, and put away all the foolishness.

Standing in front of the mirror, he neatly put on the dark blue military uniform, golden tassels hung from the shoulder straps, and two full rows of medals hung on his chest.

It is clear at a glance, and the military exploits are outstanding.

In fact, I don't really think about celebrating my birthday, but it's just a formality in Vanity Fair.

And, he's already received the best birthday present ever.

"Brother, are you okay? The dinner party is about to start." Ling Jiamu knocked on the door three times, urging at the door.

"Okay." Ling Junhan put on his military boots, brushed his palm over his thigh, and there was still a slight tingling where he was slapped.

I don't know how the culprit is dressed. I haven't seen him all night. It's weird.

He walked quickly to the door, opened it, and followed Ling Jiamu downstairs.

The Marshal's Mansion has been bustling since noon, and there is an endless stream of people who come to congratulate him, and all the dignitaries who can be called come to join in.

In addition to Ling Junhan's high position, his father Ling Xu, as the former highest-ranking marshal, had rich or expensive connections.

The dinner party was held in the banquet hall on the west side. At this time, there were a lot of flowers and the decoration was very prosperous.

Ling Junhan strode into the door, congratulating everyone who came, absent-minded.

His eyes kept looking for the snow-white figure, but he didn't even see a single hair.

"Where's your sweetheart?" He took a glass of wine from the waiter and took a sip.

Ling Jiamu was also looking around, searching for the little white tiger.

"I just asked Xiaobai, and he said that Beishu is not there, so I don't know where he went."

Ling Junhan frowned, today there are many people coming and going, and there are many idlers waiting.

It's really not safe to run around.

He whispered, "Go and help me find it."

"Well, I'll go now." Ling Jiamu had just turned around when he bumped into Duan Yongnian who was carrying a gift.

Afraid of being questioned, he didn't look sideways, and quickly slipped away.

Duan Yongnian stepped forward, handed the gift to Ling Junhan, and greeted him: "Happy birthday, you have worked hard to take care of Xinxin."

"Thank you for your gift, Expense."

Ling Junhan took it, thinking of the noisy little thing, he bent his mouth: "It's not hard, he's quite obedient."

"Good... are you good?"

Did you make a mistake?Are you sure you are talking about my son?

Various scenes of house demolition flashed through Duan Yongnian's mind, and there was a splintering sound.

He suppressed the question, patted Ling Junhan on the shoulder, and motioned him to step aside.

"Curator, do you have something to say?" Ling Junhan saw that he hesitated to speak, and took the initiative to open the topic.

"Well, there's something wrong."

Duan Yongnian touched the top of his bald hair, stumbled, and went straight to the point: "It's like this, Xinxin has been unlucky these years. In layman's terms, it's very unlucky. But he found that when he was with you, The bad luck will go away."

Ling Junhan raised his eyebrows: "I still have this ability?"

"He said he slept with you and slept well at night." Duan Yongnian smiled awkwardly.

If it wasn't for a tiger, people thought they were going to send the girl to get married.

Ling Junhan took a sip of his wine and said lazily, "He did say that."

From this point of view, he seemed to suddenly understand the reason for Duan Wuxin's strange behavior.

Before, she pretended to be obedient and coquettish, wagging her tail, and refused to get off his bed....

Was it because he was greedy for his good luck?

No wonder he was so angry about taking him to the wedding room.

Furious, he almost tore down the third floor of the building.

The doubts of these days suddenly became clear.

He thought that he was special to Duan Wuxin.Now it seems that it is such a weird reason.

As soon as the reason came out, I was a little disappointed.

Duan Yongnian gritted his teeth and continued to betray his son cruelly: "So, can you let him move back to live with you? I know this request is a little too much, but my heart is too pitiful. I am always worried at night and can't sleep well."

"Okay, I see." Ling Junhan nodded slightly.

This little Tsundere, if you say two more words, you won't be misunderstood like this.

"Thank you, there is one more thing to trouble you." Duan Yongnian found it difficult to say, and paused for a few seconds before continuing: "What I told you, don't tell Xinxin. You know, he has lost face sky."

Ling Junhan chuckled, "Yes, I understand."

The big stone in his heart fell, and Duan Yongnian's expression relaxed a lot, "Oh, this matter has tortured me for many days, and I finally said it."

"Stop talking, Xinxin is here." Ling Junhan stopped the topic in time, staring at the direction of the door.

The snow-white little white tiger is wearing a dark blue dress, a suit jacket with shorts, and a small bow tied around his neck, which is quite trendy.

The little white tiger had no idea that he had been completely betrayed by his old father, and was walking towards the main hall with his head held high.

Duan Yongnian smiled and waved to him: "Xinxin, come here."

Seeing a familiar person, Duan Wuxin's indifferent aura instantly disintegrated.

He wagged his tail, ran over in a joyous manner, kicked his calf, and jumped onto the person.

With sharp eyes, Ling Junhan caught a glimpse of the open shirt inside the coat, and asked, "Why aren't the buttons buttoned up?"

"One of the buttons was torn." Duan Wuxin turned her head away, a little shy: "My head is too big."

The Marshal, who had been pretending to be cool since he entered the door, laughed out loud. He fiddled with the little bow tie around his neck with his fingertips: "Very cute."

Duan Wuxin stared back at him ferociously, gnashing his teeth and threatening: "Don't praise me for being cute!"

If this is on the barrage, you have already been blocked by me!

"Handsome, very handsome." Duan Yongnian is well versed in the way of flattering his son.

He glanced at Ling Junhan proudly.

Boy, you have to practice again.

"Okay, go and sit down, the dinner is about to begin." Ling Junhan pulled Duan Wuxin out of the curator's arms, and put him next to the host seat.

As a white tiger, Duan Wuxin is quite proud of sitting in the position closest to the protagonist.

He shook his head and looked around, saw Ji Mei who was sitting opposite, and scratched the collar of his shirt embarrassedly, "Auntie, I like the clothes very much, but I accidentally broke them."

"It's okay, it looks good." Ji Mei greeted him with a smile, touched the hand of the man next to him, and introduced: "Honey, this is Duan Wuxin."

The facial features of the man are the combination of the two brothers, but they are more calm.

Duan Wuxin waved his paw, and pointed out his relationship very alertly, "Hello, Uncle Ling."

"Cute." Ling Xu had a serious expression, paused for two seconds, and then two words popped out of his mouth.

Duan Wuxin is speechless, you father and son are really good at chatting.

He decided not to argue with his elders, and fiddled with the knife and fork in front of him.

"Isn't this the little white tiger with our thousands of fans? As a birthday present, why don't you perform for everyone?" A familiar voice rang in his ears, breaking the harmonious atmosphere.

Feeling the damp and cold aura, Duan Wuxin suddenly raised his head and met his gaze.

Why did Li Yingyi also come?

He gritted his teeth and stared at the scar fiercely, without saying a word.

"I heard that you can talk, come to recite a poem?"

Li Yingyi paused, looked around at the crowd, and raised his voice: "Or, do a hula dance?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Duan Wuxin felt his paws itch.

He said in a cold voice: "If it didn't hurt you last time, I don't mind scratching you again today."

"I haven't seen you in two weeks, but I've become more courageous." Li Yingyi sneered, reaching out to touch his head, but Duan Wuxin avoided it.

He withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and squeezed out a voice through his teeth: "Pets should be gentle, if they are too fierce, no one likes them."

"As long as I like it." Ling Junhan hurried over to take a seat, and said back with a cold face.

He glanced at Li Yingyi lightly, "If you are busy, you can leave early."

If His Majesty had not appointed someone to participate, he would not have wanted to see this disgusting face today.

Li Yingyi shrugged, gave him a vicious gouged look, and pretended to be lighthearted, "How can I not participate in the end of your birthday? I have to have a drink with you. I wish you 25 years old. Happy birthday."

He laughed arrogantly, and he didn't know what kind of crooked idea he was playing.

"Whatever you want." Ling Junhan no longer looked at him, and caught a glimpse of the little white tiger's face from the corner of his eye.

Angrily, his ears turned into antennae.

He straightened his back, lifted his left hand from the satin tablecloth and stretched it out, and his fingertips touched the furry tiger paw.

The pricked ears quivered slightly.

He squeezed his palm reassuringly, turned his head and whispered comfortingly, "Don't pay attention to him."

The ear slowly moved down a few more points, and then slowly flattened.

It looks fierce, but it's actually quite coaxing.

The big clock on the wall struck six times, and the banquet officially began.

A good mood was completely ruined, and Duan Wuxin was dazed the whole time.

I just remember that Ling Junhan's parents made a speech, and introduced several high-level federal officials one by one. In short, it was some grandiose social interaction.

He didn't have much to socialize with either, just slumped and binge-eating without saying a word.

At least the entrees were tasty.

Halfway through the banquet, the wine began to be served.

Ling Xu introduced: "This is a congratulatory gift from His Majesty, a century-old good wine since the founding of the country, please try it."

Duan Wuxin grabbed the wine glass and handed it to the waiter, "I want it too."

He has never drank it and wants to try something new.

But the waiter's pouring movements were a little rusty, his hands were unsteady, trembling all the time, and even spilled a few drops.

Duan Wuxin stretched out his claws to take the cup, lowered his head and slowly stuck out his tongue, carefully licking it.

So spicy and so fragrant.

Regardless of 21, he bit the rim of the cup and drank it down boldly.

After drinking the whole cup, his stomach was churning, and Duan Wuxin felt that his face was steaming.

I was in a panic all over, and my vision was a little drifting.

It feels like inhaling a whole piece of catnip.

Very cool.

He leaned back in the chair softly, stretched out his hand to greet the waiter, and waved his claws proudly: "One more glass."

Ling Junhan glanced at him distractedly, and warned: "If you have a high degree, be careful of getting drunk."

"It's okay, I'm good at drinking." Duan Wuxin barked his teeth and claws, and began to speak with a bit of tongue.

After drinking another glass, he squinted his eyes, feeling that his vision was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

Ten minutes later, Duan Wuxin pulled his face and shook his head again.

Hey, why are there two Ling Junhans?

He propped himself up, covered his handsome face with tiger claws, and stomped carelessly.

Ling Junhan was talking to someone, he pinched his paw helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Don't make trouble."

Duan Wuxin felt that there was no taste, so he retracted the tiger's claw sullenly, and continued to dry the wine.

This is really a good thing, I won’t go home if I don’t get drunk tonight!

Duan Wuxin felt as if he had grown wings and was flapping towards the sky.

On top of the alcohol, he softened into a ball of cotton, and his whole body slowly slid under the seat.

Half paralyzed, the waiter next to him came over to pour wine for Ling Junhan, and hit the back of his head with his elbow.

It hurts.

This person's professional level is so poor, how did he get in for an interview?

The little white tiger opened his eyes in displeasure, and under his low gaze, he saw a short knife stuck under the dinner plate.

Covered by the tablecloth, in the dark, there was a cold light.

Duan Wuxin jumped up suddenly, stretched out his tiger claws, and grabbed the hand with the gun callus under the table.

Ling Junhan didn't stop talking, but just held it with his backhand, kneading his palm with his fingertips.

Full of impatience, Duan Wuxin said indiscriminately: "Papa, be careful!"