Tigers ban coveting

Ling Junhan reached out and touched his wet face, his fingertips were a little wet from the rain, "Get up first, go back and change clothes."

"I finished feeding the puppy, and it is finally willing to eat." Duan Wuxin squatted without moving, broke the food into pieces, and stuffed it all into the dog's mouth like feeding a pig.

The puppy gulped, sticking out its tongue and licking his palm.

Seeing this tender scene, Ling Junhan was inexplicably envious of this little stray dog ​​that came out of nowhere.

When he was sick with a high fever, this man begged for a long time to pour him a glass of water, and he was reluctant.

In a comparison, people are not as good as dogs.

With an expression on his face, he forcefully pulled him up from the ground, and sighed slightly, "Take it back and raise it."

"Can you?" Duan Wuxin smiled at him again, looking extremely happy.

Ling Junhan shook the rain off his shoulders for him, lowered his eyes and asked calmly: "Are you so happy? If he knows you are a tiger, he will be scared to death."

Duan Wuxin was silent for a while, then scratched his head in embarrassment.

The reason was really hard to explain, he pursed his lips and said, "I have no friends, even though it can't speak, I can understand what it means."

Ling Junhan froze for a second, then understood what he meant.

Blame him for being too rough, and didn't think so much at all.

After Duan Wuxin became human, he seemed to gradually begin to perceive human emotions.

Will laugh happily, but also feel lonely.

But to let him out, during the chaotic period, I always felt unsafe.

At least, after solving the Beast Soul Project.

Ling Junhan pondered for a while, and thought of a way, "I'll find a tutor to teach you from tomorrow, so maybe you won't feel bored."

Duan Wuxin liked reading books before, at least it was a good idea to pass the time.

"Well, yes. There is no way to broadcast live now, and there is really nothing to do."

Duan Wuxin scratched the back of his head, struggling a little, "But, I still want to go to the training ground. I have to become stronger so as not to hold you back."

"You are already very good. Last time you sealed your throat with your claws." Ling Junhan said with a light smile as he thought of the past, "All those recruits were bullied by you very badly."

Duan Wuxin looked down at his pale hands, which looked weak and weak.

He clenched his fists, then slowly loosened them, and said a little dejectedly, "I don't know if it's okay now."

"Okay, let's go back first. Standing for a few more minutes will really catch a cold." Ling Junhan looked down at the dirty puppy, shook off the rain on his hand, and stretched out his hand to hug it.

The puppy barked fiercely at him twice, turned its head and quickly avoided.

Ling Junhan: "..."

Is his affinity so bad?

"I'll do it." Duan Wuxin bent down, muttered a few words, and the puppy obediently climbed onto his palm.

He held the dog in his arms without fear of getting dirty, and hid it behind his coat like a baby, "Let's go."

Ling Junhan glanced at the dog, feeling speechless again.

Even dogs are treated better than him, absolutely.

Holding an umbrella, Ling Junhan walked in the rain with his arms around him, and walked slowly back to the atrium.

When Duan Wuxin entered the door, he yelled at Xiaobai, who was passive and sabotage, "Come here and help."

The robot lying on the sofa started slowly. When it opened its eyes and saw the puppy, it covered its face in pain, "No, there's another one."

He turned his head to look at Ling Junhan, and said word by word: "Master, I'm applying for a salary increase. It was agreed at the beginning that you would be the only one, but now there are three, and I can't get off work on time."

"Okay, serve these two ancestors well, and the salary will be tripled." Ling Junhan also had a headache, rubbed his eyebrows, and dragged Duan Wuxin upstairs.

Duan Wuxin struggled desperately, trying to break free from the grip of the big palm.

"I haven't bathed the dog yet," he yelled.

"I haven't bathed you yet." Ling Junhan imitated him, emphasizing his tone, "You're caught in the rain, you really think you're still a tiger."

He took the man upstairs by the wrist, threw him into the bathroom forcefully, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Take off your clothes and take a shower."

Duan Wuxin leaned lazily on the edge of the bathtub, lowered her head and slowly unbuttoned her coat.

Thinking of the previous few scenes, he stretched out his hand and pushed the person, "Get out."

"I haven't seen where you are, why are you ashamed?" Ling Junhan clicked his tongue, and stood motionless against the door.

"Go out, don't look at it." Duan Wuxin was annoyed, and the tyrannical energy surged up again.

He directly pushed the person to the edge of the door, closed the door vigorously, and locked it again.

Ling Junhan threatened lightly through the door, "My own house, I have the key."

Duan Wuxin threw his coat on the ground and yelled at him fiercely, "I'll bite you if you dare to come in!"

He also changed a few times, and he gradually realized that human beings are different from white tigers, and they must not be naked as before.

Especially, the man outside was still eyeing him.

There was no sound outside the door, Duan Wuxin breathed a sigh of relief, took off his clothes quickly, and turned on the shower like Ling Junhan.

It's not too difficult to learn from others.

The feeling of hot water pouring on the body is completely different from that of fur, it is direct and scalding hot.

After transforming into a human, he perceives the temperature more strongly than when he was a white tiger, and he is afraid of heat and cold.

He lowered his head and looked at his body carefully. It is obvious that people look the same, why did Ling Junhan hold him that night.

Maybe they really have animal estrus just like them.

Duan Wuxin knows that the estrus period of each animal is different, but they are all simple and rough.

Basically, one male and one female have the right eyes, even if they don't know each other before, they can become temporary partners.

From this point of view, Ling Junhan is really not picky.

Duan Wuxin clicked his tongue softly, rinsed off the foam on his body, stretched out his hand and pulled a bath towel to wrap it up.

After taking two steps forward, my body felt chilly, only to realize that something was wrong.

He, no, clothes, clothes.

"Ling Junhan, help me get my clothes." He yelled at the door, calling out names.

The man seemed to be standing at the door, and his voice came from there with a smile, "Now you know how to call me?"

Duan Wuxin pursed her lips, put her finger on the doorknob, and begged reluctantly, "Help me, thank you."

Ling Junhan had had enough of teasing people, turned around and took out his jacket and trousers from the closet, hooked a new pair of underwear from the drawer and folded them up, as thoughtful as a housekeeping service.

He paced over, knocked lightly on the door, "Open the door."

Duan Wuxin carefully opened a slit, fidgeted with his fingers, and reached out to get the clothes.

He moved quickly, grabbed the fabric and pulled it back when he touched the cloth, for fear that the person would do something wicked.

Unexpectedly, Ling Junhan really just gave him a set of clothes, so he turned around and walked to the window to smoke a cigarette.

Duan Wuxin pursed his lips, well, he misunderstood him again.

Putting on his shirt, he stared at the little triangular shorts in a daze.

What is this?How to wear it?It seems that Ling Junhan has never passed through.

After studying for three seconds.

Forget it, just don't wear it.

He quickly put on his trousers and tied the belt, but the trouser legs were still dangling and baggy.

It's barely enough, I have to buy a few suitable ones another day, and it's not a problem to wear other people's clothes all the time.

Duan Wuxin went out barefoot, hooked the pair of briefs with her fingertips and stuffed them back into Ling Junhan's hand, "I didn't wear these, so I'll return them to you."

Ling Junhan just took a puff, and almost choked on the puff of the cigarette, his eyes swept around the waist of his trousers.

Play it fancy and put it in neutral.

He pretended to be calm and shook the cigarette ash, and explained, "Wear it inside your trousers."

"Why do you have to wear it? It doesn't keep you warm." Duan Wuxin glanced at it with distaste. It's just a little fabric, and it's okay to wear in summer.

He remembered the clothes Meng Yusen made last time, and said, "I don't even have a suit from last time."

Ling Junhan couldn't find an excuse for a while, so he could only force his words: "Anyway, everyone wants to wear it."

How to explain the fact that human beings have to wear underwear, this topic stumped the first federal marshal.

"You didn't wear it to bed before..." Duan Wuxin muttered, took the briefs and walked back to the bathroom, and dressed neatly again.

I have an extra pair of small pants, and my waist is stretched, making it very uncomfortable to walk.

He came out awkwardly, and wiped off the dripping water from his head with a bath towel, "I'm going to see the puppy, I'm afraid Xiaobai will abuse it."

Ling Junhan was heartbroken, and held him back against the door, refusing to let him go, "Come back, dry your hair first."

Right now, all his charming thoughts have been wiped out, and he really feels like he has an extra son.

Taking out the hair dryer, he ran his palm through the short silver hair that was a little messed up, and the hair was very soft.

He rumbled and blew on the top of his head, and within a few minutes, he blew dryly.

It's easier to serve than the little white tiger.

Before leaving, Ling Junhan couldn't hold back and rubbed his hair again, "Go, I'll take a shower too."

"Well, thank you, Papa Ling." Duan Wuxin bent slightly, and strode towards the door.

"Wait, what did you call me?" Ling Junhan stopped him.

"Didn't you ask me to call you father? I think you are not bad, so I showed mercy and lifted you to the same position as the curator. This time, I was absolutely willing." Duan Wuxin raised his eyebrows and smiled at him , "How about I treat you well?"

Ling Junhan: "..."

Is this considered lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot?

At that time, he was just teasing his mind, but now he has really become a father who takes care of food and housing, but he is not very happy.

I want to be a couple with you, not a father-son relationship that loves each other.

He hooked him back, pinched Duan Wuxin's shoulders, and explained seriously, "I don't really want to be your father, it's just a joke."

Duan Wuxin nodded like a chicken pecking rice, with pure eyes, "I know, but you are as good to me as the curator, I will respect you well, and I will take care of you in the future."

It's only eight years old, and it's not necessary to retire to the end of the pension.

Ling Junhan was so angry that he simply pushed him outside the door, "Go and see your dog."

"What kind of anger is there?" Duan Wuxin muttered and went downstairs, seeing Xiaobai and the dog arguing at the door of the toilet.

He walked over quickly, held down Xiaobai's fluttering mechanical arm, and stopped the brutality, "What are you doing, murdering animals?"

"He is disobedient and keeps moving around." Xiaobai complained dissatisfied, "Why is the dog you brought here as difficult as you?"

The puppy barked at him, exactly the same as when Duan Wuxin entered the door.

Duan Wuxin bent down and put the puppy back into the sink, and gently helped him wash away the last bit of dirt.

After the hair is washed, the original color of the fur is revealed, with black flowers on a white background.

It's a cute little dalmatian.

Duan Wuxin patted it on the head, and said softly: "From now on, I will call you Xiaohua, play with me, and have meat to eat."

"Following a tiger, it's fine if you don't get eaten." Xiao Bai leaned aside and sneered coolly, "Besides, it's not very good for you to name it."

"I'm in line with the facts anyway, unlike you, black coal ball." Duan Wuxin glanced at him, picked up the little flower from the water, and started drying it with a hair dryer.

The wind was buzzing, the puppy looked up at him with round eyes, Duan Wuxin suddenly realized.

Maybe Ling Junhan felt the same way towards him, taking care of him with a little sympathy and tenderness.

Sure enough, they all had the mentality of being a father.

After sorting out this logic, Duan Wuxin felt that she was awesome.

Anyway, both of his parents died, so he didn't resist having another father.

Putting the dried florets on the ground, Duan Wuxin went straight to the dining table and sat down, ordering Xiaobai, "I'll have another breakfast for the dog just now."

Ling Junhan went downstairs, sat opposite him, and ordered again, "I'll have one too."

Xiaobai went into the kitchen dejectedly, opened the oven, and fiddled for a while.

After 10 minutes, two plates of light meals came out.

When the plate was on the table, Duan Wuxin saw the bacon and was ready to start directly.

Touching the freshly roasted meat, I shivered from being scalded, and quickly retracted my hand.

His fingertips were red from the heat, he put it in his mouth for a few seconds, then stuck out his tongue and licked it carefully.

Ling Junhan grabbed his hand and looked at it, there was nothing serious.

He took a pair and handed them over, gestured in mid-air, "Use chopsticks, pick them up like this."

Duan Wuxin stared at the two silver chopsticks, and took them over in a distorted posture to imitate his movements.

The two sticks turned into crosses and poked downwards, and the meat flew wildly.

"I won't." The tone was a little aggrieved.

Duan Wuxin sighed, humans are really troublesome.

Ling Junhan got up and stood behind him and hugged him, clasped the hand holding the chopsticks, pinched the fingertips with his index finger, and guided him patiently: "You can only pick it up if you move like this."

He stared down at the furry silver head, thinking that the clumsy movement was cute too.

"Oh, it's so difficult, I'd better grab it with my hands." Duan Wuxin tried for a while, and wanted to throw the chopsticks aside.

Ling Junhan squeezed his hand forcefully, and demonstrated tirelessly, over and over again.

He touched the top of his head with his lips and said: "If you want to be a human being for a long time, these are the basic skills. Do you still want to go out in the future? It's not okay to live like a tiger all the time."

If Duan Wuxin is willing to stay by his side all the time, he doesn't have any objections.

But as a complete person, it is necessary to contact the outside world.

A tiger is not a canary. If it is kept in captivity for a long time, it will spoil.

Duan Wuxin nodded, feeling reasonable.

He exhaled lightly and continued to practice hard.

Fortunately, the learning skills are considered full. Practice a few more times. Although the posture is ugly, it is barely usable.

"Brother, are you teaching Xinxin to use chopsticks?" Ling Jiamu was carrying a large simulation device in, shaking his head and sighing, "What a loving father and son."

"Go away." Ling Junhan let go of his arms and returned to his seat.

Ling Jiamu put the instrument next to the living room, patted the rain on his hands, and sat down next to Duan Wuxin, "Isn't it? I think you are very warm."

"That's right, I've already decided to let him be my father Ling." Duan Wuxin said proudly, thinking about the decision just now.

Ling Jiamu pointed to himself, and asked curiously, "What about me?"

Duan Wuxin stared at him for a while, then reluctantly found a title, "Then you will be Xiaoling's father."

"Yes, I think it's good." Ling Jiamu's face was full of joy, and he stretched out his hand to rub Duan Wuxin's head, "Although I like little tigers, this little boy is also good, his mouth is so sweet."

The two were chatting there, talking some strange things.

Ling Junhan was speechless the whole time, and didn't want to participate in the discussion at all.

This younger brother is also short-sighted, so he didn't see his brother's strange feelings.

The father is kind and the son is filial, and the old age is sent to the end.

These two people deliberately wanted to piss him off.

"Eat quickly, and go to the training ground after eating." Ling Junhan really had no appetite, so he pulled the stool and got up.

He walked to the corner, turned around and interrupted the conversation between the two: "I'll go upstairs and send a document to Meng Yusen, and I'll leave when I get down."

Duan Wuxin stared at the dinner plate on the opposite side, and asked Ling Jiamu suspiciously: "Does he eat so little?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm worried about national affairs and can't eat." Ling Jiamu speculated.

"Oh, I'm not full yet, so I'll finish his leftovers, otherwise it will be a waste." After Duan Wuxin became a human being, his appetite still remained unchanged and his appetite was excellent.

He moved Ling Junhan's plate in front of him, and used a strange way of pinching chopsticks to clean up half of the remaining meat.

Duan Wu's confidant slandered: "It's such a delicious breakfast, you don't eat it, it's a waste of money."

Ling Jiamu propped his chin and watched the person's movements, feeling admiration in his heart.

Sure enough, a good-looking person, even if his eating posture is so ugly, is still good-looking.

Feeling a furry thing licking by his leg, he retracted his calf and looked down.

Exclaimed: "You still have a dog?"

"I picked it up at the gate of the research institute in the morning." Duan Wuxin took out a tissue, imitating Ling Junhan, and wiped his mouth.

Ling Jiamu got under the table, hugged Xiaohua and put it in his arms, raised his hand to touch his thin back, "Good boy."

Duan Wuxin pointed to the stairs and said with a smile, "It's not afraid of you, it's afraid of the one upstairs."

"The one upstairs is not friendly." Ling Jiamu turned his head and whispered into his ear.

Duan Wuxin was amused, revealing two very shallow dimples.

"Don't talk so close."

His head was split open by the palm, Ling Jiamu turned his head, and his brother stood behind him with a gloomy expression.

It's very strange, is his brother's possessiveness towards Duan Wuxin a little too strong?

Ling Jiamu was full of confusion, he hesitated to speak.

A few people went out, got on the mecha and went to the training ground.

Ling Junhan touched Ling Jiamu's shoulder in the driver's cab, and said, "Don't tell him that he was unintentional."

"That's right. Human transformation is still unstable. Others will be blown away if they find out. If it gets to Li Yingyi, it will be troublesome." Ling Jiamu operated the mecha, and nodded solemnly, "Then, what do you call him?"

Duan Wu had an idea, and blurted out, "Call it Ling Xin, after your father's surname."

Ling Junhan: "..."

Your name sounds really spiritual.

"That's good, I can also call you Xinxin." Ling Jiamu stretched out his hand, turned around and gave him a quick high-five.

The applause touched, and there was a slap, as if Ling Junhan had been slapped.

Tired, very tired.

Ling Junhan stared at that pretty face, wondering when he would be able to get better.

Chasing someone, or chasing someone who has no heart at all, is much more difficult than leading troops to fight.

The three of them entered the training ground, and saw that the commander of the ninth regiment was commanding the army to practice one-on-one mech combat.

There was a sound of ping-ping-pong-pong in the arena, and there was a sound of mechanical collisions.

Ling Junhan waved his hand from a distance, signaling for people to come over.

The head of the group quickly ran close to salute, and saw that beautiful fresh face at a glance, with a very cold temperament, like a flower of a high mountain.

His eyes lit up, and he asked curiously, "This is..."

"Ling Xin, a relative of our family." Ling Jiamu helped to introduce, "He is not yet an adult, and he plans to train here for a while. If it goes well, he may join the army in the future."

The head of the group nodded slightly and smiled at him, "Your family's genes are really good, all of them are very good-looking."

After finishing speaking, he looked around again, wondering: "Where's the little white tiger? Won't you come today?"

"He is sick and recuperating at home." Ling Junhan gave a simple reason.

The group leader patted his chest, let out a long sigh of relief, and relaxed his expression, "Fortunately, he didn't come. His claws are so fierce that most people can't handle them. He is also a little violent, and he will start to show his power when he is upset. Can't afford to provoke."

Duan Wuxin pursed her lips, raised her eyes to look at him, and said in a calm tone, "How about, today's personal combat, please try the team leader with me."

Let you speak ill of this king, and see if I don't beat you up all over the place in a while.

"Okay, I won't show mercy." The team leader smiled kindly at him, led the people upstairs, and pushed open the door of the separate training ground.

Duan Wuxin followed straight in, and just as he took a step, his wrist was pinched.

He glanced back at Ling Junhan, seeing his worried face, and replied in a low voice: "It's okay, I'll try it. If it doesn't work, I'll wave my hand and tell you."

"Okay, be careful." Ling Junhan knew he couldn't stop him, so he simply let go.

Duan Wuxin stood in the center with his hands hanging down, facing the Ninth Regiment Commander in military uniform.

The silver hair on his forehead was blown up, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Obviously I have fought against each other before, but as a human and as a tiger, the feeling is indeed different.

For example, the momentum is much weaker.

There is no tiger roar, no sharp claws, and I always feel that something is missing.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, and immediately struck first.

Go forward to attack directly, stretch your legs to attack the lower body.

It's just that the opponent's movements are agile, he quickly dodges, and raises his elbow to fight back.

Without tiger claws, the strength of the palm is weakened, and when you slap it, you feel that the strength is suddenly reduced.

Before the palm touched the opponent's shoulder, he was easily dodged.

Duan Wuxin frowned, feeling something was wrong.

The theoretical experience is all there, how can it be completely different from before?

Before he could react, his left leg was clamped and someone pulled him forward, causing him to fall forward uncontrollably.

The hind legs still kicked off the ground and were fixed in place.

His heels were pulled, he leaned forward, sat down neatly on the ground, and split a horse on the spot.

The scene fell into embarrassment for a while.

Duan Wuxin: "..."

He looked back at Ling Junhan, but he waved his hand helplessly, ending the battle.

Duan Wuxin wiped his face in annoyance, lowered his head and did not move, a little frustrated with this body.

As a human, his fighting power is completely inferior to that of the white tiger.

Sure enough, there is nothing in this world that can have the best of both worlds.

Ling Junhan stood on the spot, staring at the straight splits, his legs stretched thin and straight.

He frowned slightly, recalling his actions just now, thoughtfully.

How did it become so soft from the waist to the legs after becoming a human?