Tigers ban coveting

Duan Wuxin and Ling Junhan were on the left and the right, with a dark machine lying on the white bed in the middle.

The scene was set up like a morgue.

Ling Junhan pressed the start button, the electric current sizzled, the green light flickered twice, and Xiaobai slowly opened his eyes.

He stared dully at the two enlarged faces, all in black, walking around like a bodyguard.

"You're dressed so seriously, have you hung it up?" Xiaobai was very puzzled, looking around.

A piece of white, like a mourning hall.

"Not yet, we are simply expressing our importance to you. Do you have anything to say?" Duan Wuxin touched his iron head and asked in a soft tone.

Xiaobai paused for a moment, talking nonsense, "So, it's time to tell the last words, right?"

"It's not that bad, you'll get better, but it needs to be repaired for a few days." Ling Junhan pinched and reminded, "There are still 3 minutes."

Xiaobai took a deep breath, said softly, "If you can still survive, apply for a salary increase."

"Plus, I'll draw a prize another day, and all the prize money will be given to you." Duan Wuxin shook his head violently, before he was ill, he obeyed everything.

Xiaobai took the opportunity to blackmail and seek benefits for himself, "I don't like to help you take a bath, so let the young master do it for you in the future."

His old arms and legs need to be soaked in water, so it's no wonder they aren't bad.

Duan Wuxin: "..."

How disgusted are you to mention this matter in the last words?

Ling Junhan opened his mouth and agreed, "Yes, help him wash."

"I have hands, I wash my own bath, I've grown up." Duan Wuxin retorted.

Xiaobai interrupted, his voice gradually weakened, "Let's finish speaking, time is running out."

Eyelids opened and closed again, as if he was about to go west.

Duan Wuxin turned her head and put her ear against his lips, "What else?"

"And..." Xiaobai thought for a while, and before he took his last breath, he tried his best to utter one last wish, "If you want to change the shell, you should change it to a good one, the one that is all black is too ugly."

Duan Wuxin let out a regretful "Ah", reluctantly saying, "You are a black briquette, if you change it, you won't be you."

"This is my dying wish, and none of you can satisfy it..." Xiaobai closed his eyes slightly, and twitched twice, "I will never rest in peace."

Ling Junhan stared at the two heads that were put together, thinking that there were so many dramas.

He replied lightly: "Okay, let me change it to a colorful one, colorful black."

"Okay, thank you, young master." Xiao Bai was very satisfied when he heard the colorful words, and pouted in the next second.

Duan Wuxin pulled Ling Junhan, and the two leaned together next to Xiaobai's head, and took the last group photo.

Three black shadows, behind a white wall.

Hanging this photo at home may probably ward off evil spirits.

"It's a pity that we can't call him black briquettes anymore." Duan Wuxin touched his shiny black arm, feeling nostalgic.

Ling Junhan knocked on his arm, feeling that the quality is not bad, and suggested: "This shell can be kept and placed at the door as a decoration."

Duan Wuxin imagined the scene of the all-black shell standing at the door, feeling a little terrified.

If I ran into it at night and remained motionless, I probably thought I had run into a ghost.

The door of the room was pushed, and Ling Jiamu waved, with a secretive expression, "Brother, come out, I have something to ask you."

Ling Junhan rubbed Duan Wuxin's head, and said softly, "Stay with Xiaobai for a while, don't run around."

Ling Jiamu squinted his eyes and stared firmly at the room, and now the interaction between the two is full of adultery.

Blame him for having too long a reflex arc, but now he realizes something tricky.

That's right, when did his brother speak softly to you?

Fortunately, he thought it was overflowing love, but he never expected that it was sex.

This immoral love should have been strangled to death in the cradle before it even had a sign.

He regrets it so much now, he shouldn't have sent that picture to the fuck.

Ling Jiamu looked down at Ji Mei's reply, and screamed all over the screen, causing a headache.

"Well, you go." Duan Wuxin pulled a stool, sat down by the bed, closed his eyes with his hands, and began to pray.

He prayed for Xiaobai in his heart: wishing him a speedy recovery and an early return home.

This childish little action is extremely cute.

Ling Junhan smiled, stared at it for a few more seconds, then turned around and went out, closing the door behind him.

He leaned against the wall and asked lazily, "What's the matter?"

"It's hard to say, come, come, come into the room and talk." Ling Jiamu pulled him into Meng Yusen's office again, looking sneaky and like a thief.

Ling Junhan asked suspiciously, "What bad thing did you do again?"

As soon as the door was closed, Ling Jiamu folded his arms and asked confidently, "Is it you who did the bad things?"

"What's wrong?" Ling Junhan glanced at Meng Yusen without knowing it, "Did he take the wrong medicine again?"

Meng Yusen smiled without saying a word, and smoked a cigarette in silence.

He didn't want to get involved with the brothers' housework.

Ling Jiamu sat across from him, and seriously tortured him, "Just tell me, are you on the hook?"

"You are young, where did you come from..." Ling Junhan paused, and suddenly realized, "You mean Xinxin? Yes."

"Old bastard, shameless, did you call Xinxin?" Ling Jiamu gritted his teeth and spat, "No, you have always been pure-hearted, why do you suddenly like men?"

Ling Junhan leaned back on the sofa, with a calm face, "Why can't you like men? Isn't your Brother Sen also sexual?"

"I'm almost dizzy with anger, Xinxin is different from other men, he's a tiger!"

Ling Jiamu was filled with righteous indignation, "And he is still a son. If you are with him, you will be called brother in the future, but you will be called father. This generation is too chaotic, you are incest!"

Ling Junhan: "..."

This father is too sincere, are you crazy?

"Not only that, but besides, you also have tens of thousands of online cloud dads. Moreover, the gang in the research institute are all heart-to-heart dads. You understand the reason behind this."

Ling Junhan shook his head, sorry, I don't understand.

Ling Jiamu spoke dryly, grabbed Meng Yusen's cup and took a sip, and continued, "In the future, if you see one, you will have to call the housekeeper father-in-law. Can you bear this grievance?"

Thinking about the picture, Meng Yusen laughed out loud.

He lightly puffed out his cigarette, and said with a smile: "That's quite looking forward to."

Ling Junhan was speechless, he lowered his head and bit a cigarette, "Are you mentally ill? The water in the bath yesterday hasn't come out yet, so ask a doctor for it?"

"I said IQ humiliation is not allowed, why are you still breaking the rules. Boss, this marriage, no." Ling Jiamu sat down on the sofa with a face of resistance, "Although I hope you will get out of the single as soon as possible, the person must not be Duan Wuxin. Mom has a bunch of lists, and you can pick one from there."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you wish." Ling Junhan glanced at him, his eyes were very provocative.

Ling Jiamu caught the pain and jokingly said, "Is that wish?"

Ling Junhan raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not answer directly, "Sooner or later he will be willing."

And, it doesn't feel like it's been too long.

"Oh, that's why I didn't catch it." Ling Jiamu drew his voice, gloating, "Oh, Marshal Tangtang went after a tiger, thank you for thinking of it."

Meng Yusen got up and paced over, shaking the cigarette ash, "It's on Junhan's side, if you don't break the law, just chase after him."

"Well, real brothers are not as good as good buddies, the world is cold." Ling Junhan shook his head with a disappointed expression.

Ling Jiamu kicked Meng Yusen, and said in a resentful tone, "Why don't you stand here? Didn't we fight on the same front since we were young?"

"The owner has changed now. You are too stupid. Staying with you for a long time will affect the research." Meng Yusen pointed out.

"You guys are so annoying, are you thinking or not? Are you so smart?" Ling Jiamu clasped his arms, with a heroic expression of "wanting to be an enemy to everyone", "Boss, it will become a stumbling block in your pursuit of your heart."

Ling Junhan didn't take it seriously at all, and his tone was light, "You don't need to move this stumbling block, you will fall into the ditch by yourself."

"Who fell into the ditch?" The door was pushed open, and a fluffy head came in. "You guys have been talking for a long time, and Xiaobai's power has been cut off for a minute."

Ling Junhan beckoned him to come in, patted the sofa, "Come here, sit here, wait until the cigarettes are finished."

Duan Wuxin snorted, closed the door lightly, and sat down next to him.

The sofa is not wide, and the two thighs seem to be attached to each other.

Seeing this, Ling Jiamu took his heart into consideration, raised his buttocks and forced his way between the two.

There were three men sitting on the double sofa, and it became crowded instantly.

"Get up." Ling Junhan squeezed to the side, very unhappy, stretched out his hand to grab him.

Ling Jiamu didn't move, and stood firmly in front of the largest wattage light bulb, "It's cold, so squeeze to keep warm."

While talking, he leaned his back on the sofa, completely separating the two.

"Ling Jiamu, you will be transferred to the border again like this." Ling Junhan didn't make his words clear, and threatened easily.

Ling Jiamu looked around at the expressions of the few, his body was very stiff, "You all heard it, this is an abuse of military power, using power for personal gain."

Duan Wuxin stared at the two who were on the verge of saber-rattling, and asked curiously, "Why did you transfer him?"

"Because it's hindering him, he's upset." Ling Jiamu taunted in a strange way.

Duan Wuxin was puzzled, "Loving him, it turns out that brothers can also love each other."

Ling Jiamu couldn't hold back his laughter, "It's not that thinking that hinders you."

He suddenly felt that he didn't need to take action at all. With Duan Wuxin's understanding, he might have to wait until the end of time to catch up.

Ling Junhan didn't bother to bother, he passed the light bulb in the middle, and squeezed Duan Wuxin's hand, "Xiaobai is done too, let's go back and change our clothes."

"Well, good." Duan Wuxin raised his hand and tugged at the tie, feeling out of breath.

Formal clothes are too tight, not very comfortable.

Ling Jiamu taught carefully, "Xinxin, you have changed, you have to go into the room to change yourself, don't pretend to be brother."

Duan Wuxin blushed a little, and pulled the tie with her fingers, "I know, you don't need to tell me."

Ling Junhan closed his eyes, wondering if this group of people came here to attack him.

Just after Duan Yongnian left, another Ling Jiamu came.

Duan Wuxin is already clueless enough, but it needs to be made worse.

Isn't it the old iron tree flower, why is it so difficult to fall in love?

Before leaving, Meng Yusen grabbed him and whispered in his ear, "I'll give you a trick. If you want to chase him, just take him to where you want to go. If you round it up, it's a date."

"Reliable." Ling Junhan nodded slightly, raising an eyebrow at him.

Ling Jiamu moved his head closer, "You two are discussing some unspeakable secrets, so listen."

"I won't tell you, little traitor." Meng Yusen pulled him aside, "The family is going home, don't stand in the middle of the road, good dogs don't block the way."

"Who are you calling a dog!" Ling Jiamu angrily raised his hand to hit him.

Meng Yusen didn't hide, and sighed leisurely, "You are so fierce, I won't dare to ask for it in the future."

After listening to the two conversations, Duan Wuxin followed Ling Junhan downstairs, lost in thought, "So you have a fierce personality, so why don't you want it?"

"What did you say?" Ling Junhan didn't hear clearly, and approached sideways.

"Say, just now Brother Sen said it was too fierce, so I didn't dare to ask for it in the future. After thinking about it, it seems to be quite fierce." Duan Wuxin frowned for a few minutes and thought, and his brows stretched, "But it's okay, anyway, one is fine. "

Ling Junhan smiled and grabbed his shoulders and walked out the door, "You are not fierce, you are much more obedient than him."

"Yes, is it?" The sudden compliment made Duan Wuxin blush.

Ling Junhan glanced at him lightly, and teased: "At least, you are so fierce, there are people who are willing to ask for it."

The tits are fierce, and the claws on the upper body can only cut two small holes at most, it's not a big deal.

As soon as he reached the door, a man in a white uniform called him, and tentatively said, "Head, has your account reached level nine?"

Ling Junhan closed his eyes, Duan Wuxin hadn't broadcast live for a long time, and completely forgot about it.

He said vaguely, "It's not here yet, wait a while."

"Oh, you've upgraded, remember to return it." Na scratched the back of his head, feeling embarrassed: "Although Xinxin hasn't broadcast live recently, we believe that he will come back."

Ling Junhan hummed perfunctorily, "Okay, as soon as possible."

He thought about how hard it was to establish a private message with Duan Wuxin on that account, and it was absolutely impossible to give it out.

Come on, after Duan Wuxin rebroadcasts, he has to apply for another trumpet.

Duan Wuxin followed out of the building and asked, "What level [-] account, is that a fan?"

Ling Junhan said: "It's the first time I sent you a bullet screen. You blocked it, and they have to return one. Or, you let them out?"

Duan Wuxin narrowed his eyes and recalled.

Oh, the badass official dad who said he was out of luck.

Ling Junhan coaxed him in a low voice, pretending to be pitiful, "Let them out, it's very difficult to upgrade an account. Based on the relationship between the two of you now, you should do me a favor."

"What's the relationship between the two of you now?" Duan Wuxin asked, "You don't want to be a father, and the relationship between father and son is gone."

"Well, it's just a close friendship." Ling Junhan replaced the word "love" and repositioned it.

Duan Wuxin said, "Okay, wait for the next live broadcast, and release that number."

Ling Junhan thought to himself, admitting that they are intimate is progress.

Walking back to the room, Duan Wuxin flashed into the bathroom and changed back into a loose sweater, feeling much more comfortable.

When he came out again, Ling Junhan had already put on his military uniform again.

Duan Wuxin was not very happy, and stretched out his hand to pull his military uniform, "Are you leaving again? No class today?"

"Is there any place you want to go? I can take you there today." Ling Junhan remembered Meng Yusen's suggestion, silently became a fool again, and skipped work again.

Duan Wuxin sat on the head of the bed, thinking seriously.

He has learned a lot of strategic knowledge in the past few days, and he wants to go to the army for actual combat.

"Can I go to the barracks with you? I used to go to the training ground, thinking about other arms." Duan Wuxin was eager to study, and he was only thinking about fighting.

Ling Junhan: "...Finally you can have a day off, go out to the movies or go shopping, you want to go to the military camp?"

Duan Wuxin said regretfully, "Can't you go?"

"It's possible, but they are also training at the barracks, so there's nothing wrong with it." Ling Junhan stretched out his hand and squeezed his chin, "Besides, there are many over there. You went out to meet like this, how do you explain your identity?"

Duan Wuxin covered her face with her palms, revealing a pair of amber eyes, flickering.

He whispered: "Isn't it Ling Xin? Your relatives. You can wear a hat to block it tightly."

Ling Junhan couldn't resist, he was able to dig out the old coat with a hat from the closet and put it on for him.

Pushing the hat back on his head, half of his palm-sized face was covered.

He thought that the military camp had strict records, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

"Let's go, ancestor." Ling Junhan stretched out his hand to pull him up, and walked to the hangar on the first floor.

The rolling door slammed open, revealing three brand new mechs inside.

Duan Wuxin wowed and said excitedly, "This is all yours."

"Well, you choose one, let's go out today." Ling Junhan put his hands in his pockets, waiting for him to choose.

Duan Wuxin walked over and touched each of them, she couldn't put it down, she wanted them all.

He hesitated for a long time, pointed to the dark blue one, "This one."

"Okay, go up and sit down." Ling Junhan opened the cabin door, stuffed his car in, and bent over to fasten his seat belt.

Sit in the driver's seat, press the start button, the mech shuts down, and slowly vacates.

He skillfully shook the joystick, glanced at the excited Duan Wuxin, and sighed leisurely: "This is the first time I took it out for a ride."

In other words, I never took goodbye.

"Your skills are much better than Ling Jiamu's, and his mech is very wobbly." Duan Wuxin sat steadily and praised him sincerely.

"Then enjoy it." Ling Junhan slowed down, prolonging the alone time.

It's funny to think about it, the first date alone was actually in the mecha.

This child is too incomprehensible, and does not follow the usual path at all.

Ling Junhan propped his elbows on the cabin platform, and controlled the driving with one hand, with a heart of apes.

The right hand was placed loosely by the side of the leg, shaking slightly, as if there was no way to stick to Duan Wuxin's hand.

want to pull.

He moved his little finger lightly, and lightly touched the back of Duan Wuxin's hand.

Seeing that he didn't hide, his actions became bolder.

The ring finger leaned over, gently hooked Duan Wuxin's palm, and rubbed the pulp of the finger.

Duan Wuxin lowered his head until his hands touched each other, he was stunned.

Yes, do you want to hold it?

He is neither afraid of heights nor of speed.

Why did Ling Junhan hold him?

Duan Wuxin thought about speaking directly, and blurted out, "Do you want to hold hands?"

Ling Junhan hummed, and made up an excuse against his will, "I haven't had a mecha for a long time, and my heart is beating so fast now."

"Oh, you're still afraid of heights." Duan Wuxin opened his palm generously and wrapped it around his hand as if he knew it well.

His hands were really cold, he squeezed the back of his hands, and comforted him: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Ling Junhan suppressed the raised corners of his mouth, looked straight ahead, and slowly inserted/inserted his five fingers into the gaps between his fingers, interlocking them.

He squeezed his limp hands and said, "This is the only way to comfort you."

Duan Wuxin stared at the front, inexplicably feeling hot in his palms, and slightly sweating.

Obviously kissed and hugged before, but now it's just holding hands, why is my heart beating so fast.

He moved slightly, and Ling Junhan clasped his palms even tighter, unable to move.

Duan Wuxin glanced sideways at Ling Junhan, looking normal and relaxed.

Is the Marshal's expression so indifferent when facing what he is afraid of?

He curled his lips, didn't struggle any more, and just led the way.

Arriving at the barracks, Ling Junhan pine reluctantly, and said with nostalgia: "When I come back, I still have to hold him by the hand."

"Oh, okay." Duan Wuxin lowered his hat, followed behind him, holding his right hand with his left hand.

Folding hands together, there is no special feeling.

Duan Wuxin moved her fingertips, loosening them dully.

I thought, maybe Ling Junhan's hand is bigger, and it is comfortable to hold.

All kinds of officers passed by on the road, saluting Ling Junhan one after another.

Only then did Duan Wuxin feel that the army here was extremely disciplined, unlike the small training ground he had been to before.

He followed to the field training ground. The soldiers of several regiments were training intensively, and the team stood neatly.

Ling Junhan bowed his head and explained a few words to the leader next to him, then turned his head to Duan Wuxin, explaining the purpose of each training next to each other.

In the middle of speaking, I suddenly felt a faint flash light.

Ling Junhan reacted quickly, conditioned to hook Duan Wuxin's shoulders, put his hands in his arms, and completely covered his face.

He raised his chin slightly, looked sharply at the team, and quickly determined the source of the flashing light just now.

The tone was not as harsh as before, "The first team, the second from the left in the third row, come out."

The team was in a commotion, and they all looked sideways at the soldier who was named.

That dawdling, with his head down, came out of the line and stood in front of him, not daring to look directly at him.

"It's a big taboo to take pictures secretly in the military camp, and it's even more illegal for soldiers to hide communicators."

Ling Junhan clasped Duan Wuxin with his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and said in an extremely cold voice, "Hand over the communicator."

Na stuck his neck and said stiffly, "No sneak shot."

"Do you need a body search?" Ling Junhan warned sternly, without leaving any room for it.

"Now admit it, and deal with it as a violation of discipline. If it is found out, it will be removed immediately."

The army collectively stood upright, not daring to speak.

Duan Wuxin was clasped tightly in his arms, with the hard epaulets on the tip of his nose, and he stopped breathing.

He has been gentle in private for a long time, he has never seen such a fierce Ling Junhan.

His tone was cold and imposing.

Unselfish and merciless.

However, it should be because he was afraid that he would be photographed and spread.

He lowered his head, bit his lower lip, buried his head on his shoulders and neck, and breathed softly.

The air was stagnant, and Duan Wuxin frowned slightly, as if he smelled a smell from insects.

Very slightly mixed in the air, if there is nothing.

However, they are all classes, how is it possible?

Duan Wuxin wrinkled the tip of her nose, wanting to make a more careful judgment, but the smell suddenly disappeared.

Maybe it's an illusion.

Before he had time to react, he took the communicator out of his trouser pocket and handed it over, "I'm sorry sir, I won't do it next time."

"Write down his name, and deal with it as a second-level violation." Ling Junhan turned his head to show the leader to take him down.

Duan Wuxin took a breath, and then broke free from her embrace.

Ling Junhan's face did not ease at all, and he turned to the army with a cold face, "What, continue training."

After speaking, he raised his hand and took Duan Wuxin away from the training ground, while explaining, "The army is too complicated, so go back to the office first."

Duan Wuxin let out an oh, without resisting, followed him to the top floor.

As soon as he entered the room, Ling Junhan quickly slammed the door, and his expression eased a little.

He turned around and stared at the kid standing at the door, raised his hand and pinched his face, and said softly, "I didn't scare you, I'm afraid he would post your photo, and that soldier did violate the rules."

Duan Wuxin shook his head, thinking of the solemn scene just now, this meeting has not eased.

It's because he was thinking too naively. With his current identity, he really shouldn't appear in many places.

"No, it's capricious." Duan Wuxin apologized.

Just as Ling Junhan was about to speak, he heard his communicator beeping.

He swiped the screen and received a few distant greetings from friends who didn't communicate with each other. Except for the seven aunts and the eight aunts, there were even good things to say, but they appeared from time to time.

Almost all in one sentence.

"Who is that portrait of your mother?"

what to play?

Ling Junhan frowned and swiped to contact, found Ji Mei's profile picture, and the photo popped up instantly.

Surprisingly, he and Duan Wuxin took a formal photo in the morning.