Tigers ban coveting

Duan Wuxin was staggered by the pull, and managed to hold on to the edge of the table to stand firm, very irritable.

"Dad, what are you doing? We are in class."

"Why did you sit on your lap during class?"

Duan Yongnian glanced at a certain man surnamed Ling with a knife in his eyes, but he didn't know who he was questioning.

The scene just now, sitting astride up and down, was extremely ambiguous.

Even the weather-beaten middle-aged man in his 50s was blushing and heart beating.

Ling Junhan chewed the candy, and slowly took the questions and answers he had just done and put them in front of him, "I'm doing it right, I've done everything right."

He had a clear conscience, and his expression was exceptionally calm.

"It's all right, you're just praising him like that?" Duan Yongnian clutched his chest, he hadn't recovered from the scene, and felt that he was in urgent need of a blood pressure medicine.

Ling Junhan pressed the sugar on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't taste any sweetness at all.

I feel that I have really gone wrong recently, why am I always bumped into and misunderstood every time like this.

He touched the table leg with his toes, and moved back, very innocently, "I didn't move while I was sitting here, he rushed over by himself."

It's just that the legs are not hot, and people come.

"So you still took the initiative?" Duan Yongnian turned around, his eyes fixed on Duan Wuxin, trying to find a trace of trickery from that innocent face.

He slowed down his tone, "Why are you jumping on everyone, do you understand if men and women kiss each other?"

Duan Wuxin muttered: "I don't understand."

He thought to himself, he was teaching Ling Junhan to learn to be honest, and he was not doing something bad.

Besides, in the past, he often threw himself on the curator, but he didn't say anything.

Duan Yongnian gasped, hating his son for being too stupid and naive.

"Anyway, you can't sit on your lap anymore." Duan Yongnian looked up and down his son, and his eyes stayed on the red rope on Bo's neck, which was worn on top of the translator.

It's like I haven't seen this thing before.

He stretched out his hand to hook the rope and pulled it out, asking, "What is this?"

"Don't touch it, my amulet." Duan Wuxin was very nervous, and quickly snatched it back like a baby, carefully put it back into the shirt, and patted it twice.

"Papa Ling asked me for this, it's amazing."

Duan Yongnian raised his voice, feeling that his blood pressure soared back up, "Who? What did you ask for?"

"He." Duan Wuxin pointed to Ling Junhan who was sitting and watching the play, and said sincerely, "He helped me kneel for several days to beg back, and his knees were red."

"You still call him daddy! Your daddy is only me! So what if you knelt down for a few days and begged for a safety talisman! Back then, when I rescued you back, it was also... that was also for several days without rest or sleep. Didn't leave!"

Duan Yongnian roared so dryly that he shook his head desperately.

It feels like the world has changed in just half a month.

Suddenly remembered Ling Junhan's birthday, as if he said "be careful, Dad".

The scene was too chaotic at that time, and he didn't care too much.

Looking back now, it turns out that everything was premeditated.

His obedient and sensible baby son recognized someone else as his father in a blink of an eye.

The old father's heart was instantly shattered into pieces.

The kind of heartbreak you can't stick with super glue.

Seeing his uncomfortable face, Ling Junhan took advantage of the situation to reverse the address, "Yes, I also think it's inappropriate for him to call me Dad. You are the one who raised him, so you must be the only one."

After all, in the future, he will also have to call him Dad, and he can't make the relationship too rigid.

"Then what should I call you?" Duan Wuxin asked.

Duan Yongnian stabbed down, indifferently, "Call me uncle."

Laughing angrily, Ling Junhan bit the sugar into pieces and swallowed it, "I'm only eight years older than him, how come I'm your equal?"

Duan Yongnian was really confused, he was at a loss for words.

"Go out if you have nothing to do, we still have to continue the class." Duan Wuxin stretched out his hand to push him, and drove him away straightforwardly.

Duan Yongnian refused to leave, he hesitated, and glanced at the textbooks on the table.

"Military strategy, if you explain such difficult questions to Xinxin, can he understand?"

"Yes, he is very smart and has military talent. It is more than enough to learn this." Ling Junhan said firmly.

Duan Yongnian flipped through the exercise booklet suspiciously, the densely packed technical terms on it gave him a headache as a layman.

He glanced at Duan Wuxin suspiciously, and asked uncertainly: "He is a tiger, what kind of military talent does he have?"

"Probably, he was injected with the gene of a military genius."

The words were thoughtless, but at this point, Ling Junhan suddenly stopped.

Yesterday the professor mentioned a student who died in battle, and he was also extremely gifted in military affairs.

I heard that he died at a young age. When did he die?

A strong sixth sense tells me that something is not quite right.

Ling Junhan opened the stool and got up, his expression became serious instantly, "You two chat first, I have something urgent to deal with, so let's go first."

"Aren't you going to class?" Duan Wuxin looked unhappy, "Why did you run away again?"

"Go on tomorrow, and read the book obediently by yourself." Ling Junhan eagerly wanted to know the result, buttoned his coat, and went downstairs in a hurry.

Duan Yongnian pulled out a chair and sat down opposite, one old and one young, staring wide-eyed.

Two alone, suitable for education.

He considered his words, and said leisurely, "I don't think what I just said was very clear. Let me reiterate, Ling Junhan is a normal and mature man. He treats you well because he has plans for you."

"What is he trying to figure out about me?" Duan Wuxin didn't know why the topic came back, and poked the draft paper with the tip of his pen in agitation.

"You are young and beautiful, he likes you, covets you, and covets your body!" Duan Yongnian couldn't hold back, and spoke the truth in one breath.

Duan Wuxin was speechless, and directly covered his face with the book, ignoring him.

When he didn't change, Ling Junhan treated him very well.

Ling Junhan just happened to be in heat last time, but he didn't touch him. This person is quite decent.

"Talking to you? Did you hear me?" Duan Yongnian poked his arm.

Duan Wuxin showed half of his face from the back of the book, "Isn't it normal to like me? So many netizens like me, and you like me too."

"It's not this kind of liking, it's that kind..." Duan Yongnian danced and clenched his fists, it was hard to say anything.

He racked his brains and said euphemistically, "The kind who wants to live with you."

"Aren't we going to live together now?"

Duan Wuxin was almost annoyed to death, he sighed, "I really don't know what you are going to say, and I don't understand either. I have no friends since I was a child, and it is rare that someone is willing to spend time with me. Why are you Are you unhappy?"

These words hit a sore spot, and Duan Yongnian fell silent.

He remembered that when Duan Wuxin was a child, he was always rejected by other animals because of his small size.

Most of the animals in the endangered hall are rescued from the wild, and they are used to the wild in the forest. In the world of the jungle, the strong are king.

Everyone was unwilling to play with Duan Wuxin, so he simply raised the little white tiger alone.

Batch after batch of animals were born, aged, sick and died, came and went, Duan Wuxin was still the same as when he first came here.

As time went by, feelings gradually developed.

After a long time, he got up quietly, with mixed feelings in his heart, "Forget it, you can continue reading, I won't disturb you."

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Duan Wuxin sensed that something was wrong with him, and stretched out his hand to tug on his sleeve.

Duan Yongnian touched the top of his head and forced a smile, "No, I just think that you will leave me sooner or later when you grow up."

Duan Wuxin smiled at him, with a naive tone, "No, I still want to give you a pension."

"Well, I'm going to talk to Ling Junhan about something." Duan Yongnian closed the door of the study and went downstairs with heavy steps.

If the son can't explain it, then he can only do ideological work with someone else.

Duan Yongnian was sitting in the living room waiting for someone to come back, when he caught sight of the robot doing housework.

He took the opportunity to spy on the military situation, "Your young master, how many girlfriends or boyfriends have you had?"

"I haven't handed it in." Xiaobai replied sternly.

"How many years have you been with him?" Duan Yongnian crossed his legs and asked in disbelief.

Xiaobai answered honestly: "It has been six or seven years. I am the first generation of intelligent robots produced by the research institute, and I work here after production."

Duan Yongnian speculated: "Maybe he secretly fell in love behind your back."

Xiaobai complained ruthlessly: "Does he look like he has time to fall in love? He is busy with work. He used to stay in the army every day, and it was not uncommon for him not to come back for a week."

"You know quite a lot." Duan Yongnian muttered, and the resistance in his heart eased a little.

Thinking of the terrible class in the afternoon, he asked doubtfully, "Then how does he have time to teach Xinxin?"

After cleaning the living room, Xiaobai was cleaning the floor-to-ceiling windows with the machine, "He accompanies Duan Wuxin during the day and has to work overtime at night. He didn't sleep all night last night."

After finishing speaking, there was another sentence that I didn't know where to search, "He has seen the Marshal's Mansion at four o'clock in the morning countless times, and hardworking people are like this."

Duan Yongnian was amused, and felt a little more relaxed, "You are really smart, protecting your young master like this."

"Because he gives you a lot of money." Xiao Baipi replied with a half smile, "It's not bad for me."

Duan Yongnian hummed and raised his eyebrows slightly.

It sounds like this man is barely okay.

Duan Yongnian waited in the living room until it was dark, and when night fell, Ling Junhan came back in a hurry.

He changed into slippers at the door, almost startled by the dark figure in the living room, "Why are you sitting here alone?"

"I'm waiting for you, I want to chat with you." Duan Yongnian patted the sofa with a calm tone, "Sit down."

Ling Junhan choked for a moment, unbuttoned his coat, his back was stiff, and he sat down slowly.

How come this battle is like a door-to-door marriage proposal.

"Tell me, what are you going to do in the future?" They were all smart people, so of course they got to the point.

Ling Junhan rested his elbows on his knees, with a sincere expression, "I won't hide from you, I really like Xinxin. But I won't force him to do things he doesn't like. As for feelings, take your time and it will happen naturally."

"I heard that you are usually nice to Xinxin?" Duan Yongnian straightened his back, acting like a parent.

Ling Junhan nodded slightly, and told the truth, "You saw it, you didn't wrong him. Even if it was his so-called cold palace before, it was my mother's wedding room."

"Wedding room..." Duan Yongnian was choked up, and the scene from the last video appeared in his mind.

That magnificent, oil painting and crystal lamp, really can't fault it.

But the momentum cannot be lost, Duan Yongnian curled his lips, and said firmly: "It's still a bit small, not as big as the activity area of ​​our near-extinction hall."

"Yes, when the time comes, I'll ask someone to take care of the back mountain and re-open up a little area." Ling Junhan said lightly, "After all, he will occasionally change back to the appearance of a white tiger, so he can run around more if he has space."

Understatement, inhumane.

Duan Yongnian clenched his fist with his left hand and coughed, "What about food? You saw the list last time, he is very picky."

"It's all 3S-level meat that was transported by air. Don't worry about safety. Xiaobai is always strictly controlling it." Ling Junhan smiled slightly, "I'm more afraid of him getting sick than you are."

3s level, death is expensive and death is expensive.

Duan Yongnian twirled his fingertips, this silly son ate better than in the brink of death.

Lost, totally lost.

The balance in my heart is wobbly, almost starting to tilt slightly.

But the reason is still there, and we must strictly control it.

"Well, anyway, it's definitely not good to fall in love now, let's talk about it in a few years." Duan Yongnian said vaguely for a while, and said in a few words, "When he grows up, he will choose slowly."

Ling Junhan wiped his face. In a few years, he will be able to shave his head and become a monk.

This life of clear soup and little water is simply not human.

He didn't respond, just lowered his eyes lightly and resisted stubbornly.

Duan Yongnian is a smart person, he can stop when he clicks, he has nothing to say to change the topic, "Then what, are you done?"

Ling Junhan hummed, and said frankly, "I just went to investigate a student who died in battle many years ago. He died 15 years ago, which happened to coincide with the time when Xinxin did the experiment. If there is no accident, I think he is the one who was bound in the experiment. object."

"You mean, the change of heart has something to do with that person?" Duan Yongnian's expression became serious.

"Yes, of course it's just my guess. I checked the student's information, and it doesn't look similar. It should just extract a certain gene of the brain. As for how to do it, I don't know yet."

Ling Junhan leaned back on the sofa, and by the way, added points for himself, "I'm telling you this just to show that I really care about Xinxin's affairs, so you don't have to worry about me bullying him."

Duan Yongnian had nothing to say after going round and round and back to this matter.

This kid's rank is too high, he will really attack people's hearts.

He faltered, pretended to yawn, and changed the topic, "Well, I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep on the third floor. Tell Xinxin to go upstairs and sleep in another room."

Ling Junhan laughed dumbfounded, "Okay."

Anyway, when Duan Yongnian goes back, he will just get Duan Wuxin back.

The two went upstairs one after the other, Ling Junhan pushed open the door of the master bedroom, and saw Duan Wuxin was still sitting at the desk, and had only read Chapter 1 in the afternoon, and had already turned the page for a little while.

Seeing the children, the fatigue of the day was swept away.

"So serious?" Ling Junhan walked over, stood behind him, lowered his head and asked softly, "Is there anything you don't understand?"

"Yes, I circled all the ones I don't understand, and you can talk to me next to each other tomorrow."

Duan Wuxin put down his pen, leaned on him with his head up, as if his whole body was falling apart, he groaned, "Back hurts."

Ling Junhan lowered his eyes and pinched his face, it was soft.

He suggested, "Would you like me to press it for you?"

"Okay." Duan Wuxin quickly agreed, thinking to wait for your words.

He kicked off his slippers, threw himself on the bed with bare feet, spread his limbs, and buried his face in the bed.

Ling Junhan smiled, carefully closed the door with his feet, and then walked slowly over to sit by the bed.

He pressed his palms on his back and his thumbs on the acupoints, with just the right amount of strength.

"Young master, are you comfortable?" Ling Junhan smiled and stared at the back of his head.

Round and round, even the head looks so good-looking.

"Well, it's okay." Duan Wuxin softened his waist and replied arrogantly, "I need to practice more."

He thought of something, and turned to look at the man again, "By the way, I was sick yesterday, and you missed work for another day. I haven't ridden you yet."

Ling Junhan froze for a moment, and unconsciously exerted more force, causing Duan Wuxin to howl in pain.

"Take it easy!" Duan Wuxin went over and hit him with a soft backhand.

Ling Junhan slowed down and said slowly, "I thought that project was only done when you were a white tiger."

After all, it feels weird for a person to ride on his back.

"Who said, this is a debt you owe me." Duan Wuxin was pressed comfortably, and her voice was softer, "Anyway, for a whole year, I will keep it in my notebook."

Ling Junhan glanced at the closed door vigilantly, feeling a little apprehensive.

Duan Yongnian was still talking about telling the children to go to sleep, if they didn't arrive, they probably should come down and arrest them soon.

He squeezed his somewhat thin back, sliding his fingertips along the smooth fabric of the shirt, "Come back tomorrow."

God knows when he was so afraid of others.

As expected of an old father-in-law, he is an old man when he makes a move.

"No, just today." Duan Wuxin said, turning over and pushing him directly onto the bed.

As soon as the legs are stretched, the toes are straightened, and the sit is on the back.

Ling Junhan propped his elbows on the bed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Once the disease recovered, my strength increased a lot.

He spread his palms, sank into the bed, and easily did a few push-ups.

With sensitive ears, he instantly heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the door.

"Quick, get down." Ling Junhan's heart tightened, and he quickly reached out to pull Duan Wuxin.

The whole process was fast and exciting, like having an affair.

It's just that before the person got down from the waist, the door was pushed open neatly.

Ling Junhan: "..."

It's over, has he been infected with some unlucky physique by Duan Wuxin, how can he step on it every time.

Duan Yongnian leaned against the door with a strange expression, "Duan Wuxin, did you ignore what I told you this afternoon?"

Blaming his son for not being up to date, he still rushes forward.

"I ride him every day." Duan Wu was very upright, his legs were split straight, and he remained motionless.

"What are you riding, come upstairs to sleep with me." Duan Yongnian didn't bother to explain to him, stretched out his hand to pull him up from the bed, and dragged him out of bed.

Duan Wuxin felt aggrieved when he was interrupted within 2 minutes of riding the mount.

He shrugged at Ling Junhan eagerly, with a look of reluctance.

Ling Junhan lay motionless on the bed, spreading his hands out, expressing that there was nothing he could do.

The two were separated by a few meters, as desolate as if they had been beaten with a stick.

During class the next day, Duan Yongnian once again insisted on listening in on the sidelines.

Fangzheng's desk, with three people on one side, looks like a symposium.

Ling Junhan honestly explained the parts that Duan Wuxin didn't understand the previous day one by one, and dared not take other actions.

He complained in his heart, he was already 25, and he was stared at after chasing someone, it was really miserable.

"If you understand it, do the exercises." Ling Junhan circled some mid-range question types and handed them to Duan Wuxin, who has nothing to love.

Today's class, without sugar, is extremely bitter.

Duan Wuxin is a quick learner, and now he is learning how to turn a pen with Ling Junhan, brushing the tip of the pen around in circles.

Answer while turning, without delay.

Ling Junhan pulled out a piece of draft paper, was bored, and practiced pen calligraphy on the paper.

They didn't speak to each other, and didn't even meet their eyes.

One serious, one quiet.

Duan Yongnian nodded slightly, like a high school teaching director, his eyes turned around the two of them, very satisfied with the harmonious teaching.

He said righteously, "From now on, we must teach like this in class."

"Well, I know." Ling Junhan scribbled on the paper, not bothering to lift his head.

Duan Wuxin was educated until two o'clock in the morning yesterday, and she nodded accordingly as if she was listless.

Duan Yongnian's communicator rang, and he answered it a few times before hanging up again.

Confused in his heart, he said, "The brink of death called and said that two lions were injured, and I might have to go back."

Ling Junhan almost laughed out loud, thanking the two lion brothers for their assists.

He was happy in his heart, and his expression was as calm as ever, "Then you go back and do your work, I'm here with Xinxin."

"I'll come over to check at any time, don't try to play tricks." Duan Yongnian stared at the person firmly, giving a weak final warning.

"Wait a minute, I bought you a small gift and brought it back together." Ling Junhan hurriedly got up.

I had a phone call with his mother last night, and I was hugging my feet temporarily, and my heart suddenly became clear.

Mom is right, as long as you coax her, people's hearts will naturally soften.

Hearing the gift, Duan Yongnian's expression looked a lot better, and he folded his hands, "Okay, hurry up and bring it here, I'll hurry back."

"Okay, wait for me for a few minutes." Ling Junhan opened the door and went to the next door to get the impromptu gift.

Duan Wuxin turned the pen, his eyes wandering, staring at the draft paper on Ling Junhan's seat.

On it is the practice calligraphy of flying and dancing, which is flamboyant and capable, much more beautiful than his dog crawling handwriting.

He held the paper and admired it for a while, then raised his head and asked Duan Yongnian, "Father, what does this sentence mean? Why is my name in it?"

Duan Yongnian was immersed in the comfort of being flattered, he glanced lightly, "What do you say?"

"That's it, what is Wuxin Junhan?"

Duan Wuxin stood up, passed the paper across the table, and pointed to the line in the middle, "It seems that he wrote it just now."

Duan Yongnian lowered his eyes and saw the flamboyant words in the middle.

You have no intentions at all, but you are not afraid of the cold.

He clicked his tongue inwardly, this chasing thought was too obvious.

Hidden poking, who is it written for?

Marshal Dog is capable of writing and martial arts, and he can also write love poems in Tibetan characters, which is something.

Fortunately, my stupid son is illiterate and can't understand the meaning.

Why, if you are not afraid of the cold, I will make things worse for you, making it even harder!

"What do you mean?" Duan Wuxin was a little anxious and asked curiously.

Duan Yongnian coughed, his mind was full of making up nonsense, and he explained in nonsense: "This, this means that you are heartless and too indifferent. He doesn't like you like this."

He quietly observed Duan Wuxin's expression, wondering if he had spoken a little harshly.

Although blocking love is important, it seems that it can't hurt people's self-esteem too much.

"It's okay Xinxin, just be a human being, the most important thing is to maintain your own personality." Duan Yongnian added, "You don't have to take it too seriously."

Duan Wuxin stared at Ling Junhan who had just entered the door with a gift, and let out a helpless oh.

He propped his chin and thought for a while, "It's too indifferent, then I will be more enthusiastic about him in the future?"