Tigers ban coveting

Even Ling Jiamu, who was unresponsive, sensed something was wrong, he opened his mouth, and asked lately, "Xinxin, why do you have to eat with my brother at this time, don't you eat every day?"

"" Duan Wuxin blushed and wanted to slap herself.

For a while, everyone talked nonsense.

Ling Junhan stared at his shy little expression, and smiled again.

He stretched out his hand slightly, indicating to hand over the communicator, and pinched the receiver to reply concisely, "Secretary Zhu, I won't have dinner with you, don't call me again."

The other person didn't know what to say, he only replied two words, "Goodbye."

"That's why you refuse?" Ling Jiamu stared at the hung up phone, his eyes wandering between the man and the tiger, "I think there's something wrong with you two."

Everyone knows his brother's thoughts, but Duan Wuxin's reaction

Why does it seem like the main palace is declaring sovereignty?

Weird.

Duan Wuxin finally regained his composure, raised his head and said indifferently: "There's nothing wrong."

Seeing Ling Jiamu standing there in a daze, he added a little shyly, "Don't stand around stupidly, go home early after get off work."

Ling Jiamu: "?"

It's weird how this way of speaking is more and more like his brother.

"Let's go quickly." Ling Junhan mercilessly issued the order to evict the guest.

Ling Jiamu shook his head, raised his hands to compromise, "Okay, I'll get out, I don't understand you."

Seeing people close the door and leave, Ling Junhan reached out and squeezed the soft tiger claws, jokingly said: "Want to change back and have dinner with me?"

"I don't think so, I'm so tired." Duan Wuxin replied lazily with her tail hanging down.

"That's not what you said just now. Why did you turn your face so quickly." Ling Junhan hugged him on his lap and smoothed his hair, "However, there is no long-lasting food at home, so it may not last long."

He didn't want Duan Wuxin to drink alcohol.

Once I drank too much, I went crazy and couldn't stop it.

Duan Wuxin pursed her lips, compromised and said: "Then let's eat at home. After two days, you can go get two stones and come back."

"You took the initiative to speak, of course I have to prepare a big meal for you."

Ling Junhan got up, dialed Ling Jiamu's phone, and said bluntly: "Now go to the black market to buy a spirit stone and come back, and swipe my card."

As soon as Ling Jiamu got on the mecha, the mission fell from the sky, and he roared with grief and indignation: "Didn't you say you are off work?"

"Suddenly something happened again, hurry up, we are waiting to go out for dinner." Ling Junhan urged ruthlessly.

"Fuck, you're a real dog." Ling Jiamu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a voice, "Okay, wait at home."

Ling Junhan hung up the phone, hugged Duan Wuxin up and turned upside down, his tone was much gentler, "Jiamu is going to buy, let's go back first."

On the way, Duan Wuxin heard Ling Junhan make another call, as if he had reserved some seats, and made a big show.

He lay in the co-pilot, dully recalling the conversation just now, his mind was in a daze.

How did things come to this point?

Because there was a beautiful woman who asked him out, so I subconsciously opened my mouth and wanted to snatch him over.

This action is the same as a group of ferocious beasts seeing their prey in the forest.

The first reaction of all strong people is to aim at the target and enclose the territory quickly and accurately.

So, is Ling Junhan his fancy prey?

He turned his head sideways, and his eyes stopped on Ling Junhan's side face.

The mecha walked through the air, passing some illuminated buildings, the lights hit the face brightly or darkly, and the edges and corners were clearly outlined.

Duan Wuxin thought of that casual smile just now again for no reason.

The tiger's claws unconsciously pressed the corners of Ling Junhan's lips, maybe it would look better if he smiled more.

"Don't let me be distracted." Ling Junhan held down the fluttering tiger's paw with his right hand, pinching it in the palm of his hand, kneading it intermittently.

Duan Wuxin groaned, moved his claws slightly, and scratched his palm with his nails.

"Acting like a baby again." Ling Junhan analyzed his movements on his own.

Duan Wuxin argued: "I didn't act like a baby."

Ling Junhan pulled his lips, "When will you learn to unite your heart and mouth, to be honest? Do you have to use other things to force you?"

The body is always more honest than the mouth, no matter what.

Duan Wuxin wanted to withdraw his paw, and struggled a bit, "I don't even understand what you're talking about."

"It's best." Ling Junhan didn't bother to expose him.

The child has gradually become enlightened, but he is stubborn and refuses to admit it.

When the mecha arrived at the Marshal's Mansion, Duan Wuxin saw Ling Jiamu standing at the door holding a stone.

In the darkness, there was a look of lifeless sluggishness.

He opened the hatch and jumped down, pulled his trouser legs, and asked, "Why are you moving so fast?"

"These days, money is enough, but it's not easy to buy. This is the longest time, and it probably won't last for two days." Ling Jiamu weighed the spirit stone and sighed faintly, "Why don't you just eat it? Fan, do you need to be so troublesome?"

"Leave the stone, and people can leave." Ling Junhan took the stone and patted him on the shoulder, "Eat something good at night, and put it on my account."

Ling Jiamu rolled his eyes and made a pitiful expression, "I'm hungry too, what do you guys eat, can you take me with you?"

"No." Ling Jun coldly said two words.

With a sullen face, Ling Jiamu turned his head to look at Duan Wuxin, and begged, "Is it really not possible?"

Duan Wuxin shook his head lightly, and said mercilessly, "I'm sorry."

"Son, you've completely learned from my brother." Ling Jiamu quickly jumped onto the mecha, cursing.

Ling Junhan carried Duan Wuxin into the living room, passed the stone over, and said, "Enter the extreme cold device after eating, and I'll go upstairs to get you clothes."

"Okay." Duan Wuxin swallowed the spirit stone, opened the device, got in, and pressed the switch.

The temperature dropped rapidly, the red light came on, and the alarm sounded.

The first time was raw and the second time was familiar, Duan Wuxin didn't feel too much fluctuation in his heart, holding the glass with his tiger claws, waiting to change back.

Three seconds later, my wish came true.

The temperature was too low, he shook his body and opened the hatch, just in time to watch Ling Junhan come over with a complete set of clothes.

Urging: "Give me the clothes quickly, it's so cold."

Ling Junhan hooked his clothes and didn't move, his eyes swept around the body of xx.

His eyes were straight, staring at people's scalp numb.

Duan Wuxin knocked on the glass and raised her voice, "Hurry up."

"It seems that I have grown some flesh. It seems that I have been fed pretty well recently." Ling Junhan handed over the clothes and turned his back consciously.

Duan Wuxin closed her eyes, feeling her ears were steaming, and put on her clothes with flushed cheeks.

After fastening his belt, he pinched his waist and asked Chi, "Are you really fat?"

"A little bit," Ling Junhan squeezed along his waistline, and said with a sneer, "It feels better."

Duan Wuxin glanced at him blankly, then stared at his waist again, "What does this have to do with the feeling of the hand?"

"Forget it, it's going to break the law if you talk about it any further, go eat." Ling Junhan buttoned up his coat, stretched out his palm, "hold."

Duan Wuxin pinched his palm, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand.

The fingers are intertwined, intimately tight.

Duan Wuxin looked down at the two tightly clenched hands, his palms were a little sweaty.

But Ling Junhan's palm was very warm, and it was very comfortable to hold. After struggling for a few seconds, he was still not willing to let go.

The two led the mecha back into the armor, flew for a while, and stopped on a mountain.

Duan Wuxin glanced around, seeing the darkness, panicked in his heart, "You won't abduct me and sell me, will you?"

"You'll know when we get there." Ling Junhan led him off the mecha and walked straight in.

There was no one on the road, only the occasional sound of treetops shaking.

Duan Wuxin clasped her hands nervously, panicking in her heart.

When he got closer, he saw a huge circle in front of him, shining brightly on the top of the mountain.

Behind it is a pure black sky and twinkling stars, which looks pretty nice.

"what is that?"

"Ferris wheel," Ling Junhan explained: "I was afraid that you would suddenly change back while eating, so I found a place where no one was around."

Duan Wuxin nodded, "Yes, I don't know how long this stone can last."

After getting closer, Ling Junhan bent down to open the glass door, guided people to sit in, and said, "It's a bit old-fashioned, but this is the safest place I can think of."

Duan Wuxin lay on the glass window, staring at the staff next to him serving food, his eyes were full of novelty.

Blame him for not seeing the world, and think this thing is quite foreign.

The dishes are arranged in a row, the plates are exquisitely arranged, and the knives and forks are complete.

The man bent down ninety degrees, and respectfully replied: "Marshal, the dishes are ready, shall we serve them now?"

"Okay, thank you." Ling Junhan nodded slightly, "Let's go."

Hearing this, Duan Wuxin grabbed the railing with a frightened expression on his face, "What are you driving?"

Ling Junhan was stunned by his cuteness, sat next to him, knocked on the glass, "This will turn, and we will reach the highest point of the city in a while."

"Don't you need to wait for other people?" Duan Wuxin looked around, the other small windows were empty, only their cabin was lit with candlelight.

Ling Junhan shook his head, "There is no one else, you can sit as long as you want."

The Ferris wheel rotated slowly, and the field of vision gradually increased. Duan Wuxin lay on the window and looked at the night scene outside.

Although sitting on the mecha can also overlook, but the feeling is completely different.

The whole city seemed to be trampled underfoot, and the lights of thousands of houses were gradually pulled away, turning into dots and dots.

Turn to the highest point and stop, so that they also seem to become stars in the sky.

"Aren't you hungry? Let's eat." Ling Junhan helped him cut the meat into strips, and patiently fed them into his mouth piece by piece.

Duan Wuxin seemed to have no long hands, nestled in the seat, taking one piece after another, very comfortable.

He was chewing the meat, and for some reason, he thought of the attentive Secretary Zhu, and said sourly: "If I don't come, are you going to bring her here?"

"Who to take?" Ling Junhan paused, confused.

Duan Wuxin turned her face away, gritted her teeth and said three words, "Secretary Zhu."

Ling Junhan put the knife and fork on the plate, propped his chin and laughed, "Why are you still thinking about this, I have no intention of agreeing to her at all."

"What about the others? Have you ever brought others here?" Duan Wuxin blinked and said anxiously.

Looking at Ling Junhan's front and back movements, he felt very skilled.

"There is no one else, you are the first," Ling Junhan paused, and said bluntly, "Of course, if you want, you can also be the last."

Duan Wuxin snorted, lowered his head to fiddle with the fruit on the plate, the grapes rolled off the edge of the plate, he was too lazy to get it back.

Unique, even if Ling Junhan thinks it's old-fashioned, he still likes it.

Hate myself for being too naive, being manipulated to death.

Dodging the scorching gaze, Duan Wuxin stood up from his seat and fiddled with the switch on the glass window.

With a flick of a fingertip, the window popped open, and a large blast of cold wind poured in instantly.

Duan Wuxin stuck his head out of the window and roared at the wind in the night sky, the clear voice echoed in the mountains and fields.

He turned around excitedly and smiled at Ling Junhan, "It's so comfortable."

"Like it here?" Ling Junhan stood up slowly, stood behind him, with his hands in his pockets overlooking the night scene.

"I like the sky very much." In such an atmosphere, Duan Wuxin leaned on the window sill, and it was rare to dissect his sincerity. "It feels very vast and free. So before you said that you are afraid of heights, I still feel quite regretful."

Maybe it is due to nature, maybe it is the bondage of life experience since childhood, he likes everything that can bring the feeling of freedom.

Unfettered and comfortable.

Ling Junhan lowered his head slightly, and rubbed his chin on his thin shoulders, "I really lied to you at that time, I like extreme sports very much, and this is also my original intention to become a soldier. To challenge the unknown field, will It makes people's adrenaline soar. It feels exciting and refreshing."

Duan Wuxin stared at the distance, and was stimulated by this simple sentence to yearn for it.

He thought about it for a while, and murmured, "I really envy you."

He loves fighting and yearns for freedom.

On this point, his and Ling Junhan's preferences really coincided with each other.

Ling Junhan rubbed his hair: "If you like, I can take you to challenge the sky, the sea, the galaxy, and the Milky Way. I will take you to walk all the roads I have walked before."

Duan Wuxin blinked, wondering if he was bewitched by these words, and instantly lost his mind.

A thought came to my mind, as if being with Ling Junhan was really a good thing.

With the cold wind blowing on his face, he tugged at his jacket that was blown by the wind, and said in a rambling manner, "The Ferris wheel is very good, but it's a bit cold."

Ling Junhan unbuttoned his long coat, stretched out his hands to wrap him around, and blocked the incoming wind tightly.

He tightened his arms and asked in a low voice, "Is it still cold now?"

Duan Wuxin raised her head and leaned back a little, wrapping herself completely in the warm coat.

He heard Ling Junhan's heartbeat, which was pressed against his back, and came over one by one.

As fast as your own.

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