Tigers ban coveting

Ling Junhan glared at him, and took his hands off his shoulders, "Fuck your spare tire, shut up if you can't speak."

This idiot brother, just pack it up and give it away.

"Isn't it? Preparing and preparing is to be put on the list but may be kicked out at any time."

Ling Jiamu turned around and stared at Duan Wuxin, tsk-tsk, "Son, I can't tell, you're still a Neptune."

"What do you mean by Sea King?" Duan Wuxin was puzzled.

Ling Jiamu coughed, and explained implicitly: "You like everyone, and you have a broad mind."

Duan Wuxin nodded thoughtfully, "That's true."

Ling Junhan was so angry that his chest hurt, "Are you deliberately wanting to tear my wound open and have another operation?"

"Don't dare dare, I wish you to become a regular soon." Ling Jiamu swayed to the side of the small dining table, and took the opportunity to steal a piece of ribs and put it in his mouth.

After chewing a couple of bites, exaggeratedly bent over and pulled out the trash can under the bed, spit it all out.

Duan Wuxin frowned, with a mournful expression, "...As for what? Is it so unpalatable?"

"I now realize that my brother may be true love for you." Ling Jiamu made a bitter face, and evaluated seriously, "How can I describe this taste? It's even better than your little dog who sprinkles seasonings into the pot at will. This comes as normal."

Duan Wuxin: "...your brother said it was delicious."

He hurried over as soon as he finished cooking, and he didn't have time to taste it.

After receiving such a comment, her overwhelming self-confidence was instantly shattered.

Ling Jiamu drank two sips of water to wash away the strange taste in his mouth, and then replied: "So I said, he has too much filter on you."

"I don't believe it, let me have a taste." Duan Wuxin stretched out his chopsticks and picked up vegetables on the plate.

Ling Junhan stopped it in time, and put it into his mouth with chopsticks, "I made it for me, you can't eat it."

Duan Wuxin managed to be virtuous once, he didn't want to hurt the children's self-esteem.

"Everyone has different preferences, but I like it." He was shameless and opened his mouth to beg, "Hey, I'm not full yet."

Duan Wuxin bent his eyes, and patiently sent him another piece of meat.

Ling Jiamu was stunned by this ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense, stood where he was, and lost his voice for an instant.

Could it be that he was wounded in the chest and even lost his sense of taste?

Watching his brother eat up those dark dishes, he resolutely turned around and went out.

Decided to report to the doctor in advance, in case of stomach pain or something in the middle of the night, I can be rescued in time.

Duan Wuxin happily closed the lunch box, touched the messy top of his head, "Seeing that you have such a good appetite, I'm relieved."

Ling Junhan hummed with a smile, and stretched out his hand to pull him, "Are you tired from cooking?"

"Fortunately, I made it according to the recipe anyway." Duan Wuxin put the packing bag aside, sat on the edge of the bed and sighed with his chin propped up, "I don't know when you will be discharged from the hospital. If Auntie finds out, I'll be so heartbroken .”

Ling Junhan stuffed a pillow behind his back, raised the bed and half sat, and said firmly, "She won't know."

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the room was pushed open, and Ji Mei rushed in crying, crying until the pear blossoms were raining.

Ling Junhan: "..."

For most of the day, I really can't read people's names behind my back, saying Cao Cao Cao Cao is here.

"Son, why did you suffer such a serious injury!"

Ji Mei stared at the large piece of gauze on her chest, gritted her teeth and said, "You still want to hide it from me, can you hide it?"

"How did you know?"

"I came to the hospital for a physical examination, and when I ran into your attending physician, I shook completely in a few words."

Ling Junhan wiped his face, never expecting it to leak out.

He pulled up the hospital gown to cover the wound, and said lightly, "It's not serious, it's a small wound."

"But the doctor said you were about to die!" Ji Mei's eyes widened, and she exaggeratedly drew a length with her hands, "He told me that such a big hole, there are still fragments of the mecha inside."

Ling Junhan took it vaguely, "Doctors like to exaggerate, you see I am not doing well now."

Duan Wuxin sat aside, not daring to add fuel to the picture, and fell into silence.

Ji Mei grabbed his collar and checked him inside and out, very puzzled, "Jiamu is fine, how could you get hurt?"

"Get the fangs for your daughter-in-law to transform into a human being. I didn't catch the right time, and the battleship exploded." Ling Junhan briefly explained the ins and outs.

"Oh, it's all right." Ji Mei nodded, gave him a thumbs up, and praised: "Nice job, be careful next time."

Duan Wuxin's face was flushed red, and he said hello, auntie.

Ji Mei showed a bright smile, responded, and said: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and my heart looks good again. You should be worried if something happens to him, but my son is rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and he can handle two more battleships." "

Duan Wuxin licked his lower lip, "It's better to say goodbye, two more, you may see his ashes..."

Just thinking about it makes my back feel cold.

Ji Mei laughed awkwardly, "That's right, so now you can live a little longer, can't you?"

"Well, it should be fine," Duan Wuxin nodded, and explained: "I gave that tooth to Brother Sen, and asked him to disinfect it for me and grind it into powder. If you eat it, it may last for a long time. .”

"That's great, so you can be our obedient daughter-in-law."

Ji Mei rolled her eyes, and said in a rambling manner: "When you become an adult, I will ask Jun Han to come to your door to propose marriage, three petitions and six engagements, eight lifts of a sedan chair...wait, it feels a bit shabby, let me think about it. "

Ling Junhan interrupted her imagination, "Mom, it's not that fast, don't speed up the pace for me without authorization."

Duan Wuxin nodded to help, "That's right, we're not together yet."

"Son, you really can't do it." Ji Mei shook her head in disappointment, "You're injured and haven't caught up yet?"

Duan Wuxin stammered and defended: "No, I chased, chased, because I'm not yet an adult, he said wait for me, just, just..."

The more she spoke, the more shy she became, and her voice gradually lowered.

Ling Junhan stared at Duan Wuxin's rapidly reddening ears, which were bleeding red.

He winked at Ji Mei and changed the subject, "My brother seems to be looking for you, waiting for you outside."

"Oh, yes, yes, I forgot. Then you have a good rest and leave the hospital as soon as possible." Ji Mei gave him a thumbs up, smiling so hard that she couldn't close her mouth, she flashed out of the ward quickly with a contented smile.

"Okay, people are leaving, don't bury your head." Ling Junhan turned his head to look at him, and jokingly said, "Are you still shy?"

Duan Wuxin raised her head suddenly, her face flushed red, and she roared ferociously: "You know how to laugh at me."

Ling Junhan blinked, and said solemnly: "Then I will call her back and discuss seriously how to marry you home?"

"Oh, you go to sleep!" Duan Wuxin reached out to cover his eyes, forced him into the bed, and pulled the quilt over it.

Shy again, so good.

Ling Junhan took out the communicator under the pillow, counted the time, it was time to prepare a birthday present.

He avoided Duan Wuxin, and quietly sent a message out.

Two weeks later, the doctor came and prepared to remove the stitches.

In the past few days, Duan Wuxin accompanied the bed every day, and even brought all the books and snacks from home. The accompanying bed next door was full of messy things, and he couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Seeing a group of white coats enter the door, Duan Wuxin hurriedly got up and tidied up in a panic.

There were really too many sundries to clean up, so I simply lifted the quilt and covered them all clean.

After the crime scene was dealt with, Duan Wuxin took a breath and stood aside, pretending nothing happened.

The doctor witnessed the whole process, and said with a smile: "You are really good enough to accompany the bed. How about a primary school student coming to the hospital for a spring outing?"

"Aren't I free to do?" Duan Wuxin raised his eyes and stared at him, "Doctor, hurry up and do your work."

The doctor smiled and lowered his head to help Ling Junhan remove the gauze.

"Little brother, do you have a girlfriend?" The nurses next to him huddled together and couldn't help talking.

Duan Wuxin goes in and out of the ward every day, with a slender figure and eye-catching looks, he has long been famous in the military hospital.

Everyone from the doctor to the nurse knew that the marshal's family had an extremely beautiful little relative, but because Ling Junhan's aura was too strong, no one dared to go forward to hook him up.

"No." Duan Wuxin lowered her eyelids, her face was expressionless, and she exuded an aura that strangers should not get close to.

I thought to myself, there is a prepared boyfriend, lying in front of you.

The nurses laughed a few times, and the bold one continued to ask, "Then, do you want to find a nurse lady as your girlfriend?"

Duan Wuxin shook his head, his tone became more indifferent, "No."

Simple and rude, cut off the thought directly.

He walked to the bedside with his pockets in his pocket, and watched the doctor remove the stitches for Ling Junhan.

Three buttons of the hospital gown were unbuttoned, exposing his strong chest.The wound was long, stretching from under the left shoulder to the chest.

He frowned slightly, pointed to the wound and asked the doctor, "Can this scar heal?"

"It will be much better in the later stage, but it's a bit difficult to completely remove it." The doctor bent down to remove the thread, and carefully applied the medicine. "But soldiers, a little scar looks more manly, and it's not a problem."

Duan Wuxin hummed, staring at the wound in a daze.

It's a pity that such beautiful muscles should be accompanied by this injury.

"Okay, you can leave the hospital after a few more days." The doctor patted Ling Junhan on the shoulder, "These few days are the recovery period, don't move around, or the scar will be ugly when it heals."

Ling Junhan returned the words in his original words, and said indifferently: "It's okay, a soldier has a scar that makes him even more manly."

The doctor kept a professional smile, closed the medical record, "Okay, then we will go to make rounds first, and ring the bell if there is something to do."

The nurse followed, and before leaving, she still gave Duan Wuxin a wink, "Little brother, if you want to fall in love, remember to come to me."

Duan Wuxin was speechless and ignored it directly.

The door was closed, Ling Junhan looked at him with raised eyebrows, and imitated the nurse's words, "Little brother, I didn't realize that he is very popular."

Duan Wuxin glanced at him, looked down at him condescendingly, and said in disgust: "I don't want girlfriends, they are not as good-looking as tigresses."

Ling Junhan was amused by this enigmatic aesthetic, which made his wound ache.

After finally slowing down, he asked softly, "The little brother wants a boyfriend?"

Duan Wuxin moved his lips, and squeezed out a voice from the cracks in his lips, "En."

Ling Junhan raised his chin slightly, and replied in an extremely embarrassing manner: "Tsk, I really feel sorry for those nurses. I have a secret heart, but the target has a heart, so pitiful."

"Your wound doesn't hurt anymore, right? You talk so much." Duan Wuxin lowered his head and touched the wound lightly, his heart ached.

Before it was wrapped in gauze, I couldn't see it, but now that I see such a long scar, I can imagine how much I suffered before.

In the past few nights, he and Ling Junhan were squeezed into the same bed, and when he woke up occasionally in the middle of the night, he would hear a soft moan beside him.

Ling Junhan was very tolerant and never cried out for pain, but he often endured it with his eyes open until dawn at night.

Even if this person doesn't say anything, Duan Wuxin can feel the same way.

Usually he can howl for a long time when he bumps his head, not to mention how uncomfortable it is to stab into the heart and then take it out.

"Does it hurt?" Duan Wuxin moved closer, feeling the steady heartbeat with his fingertips.

Ling Junhan opened the buttons and let him caress. After a while, he said the truth: "Occasionally it hurts."

He caught a glimpse of the wrinkled little face, and comforted him: "But I can resist, so don't worry."

Duan Wuxin was silent, with his index finger touching his chest, feeling sore in his heart.

"These are men's medals." Ling Junhan grabbed his hand and touched his lower back, "I was shot here, and there was a lot of blood at that time, and now there are only a few traces left. I won't say , you can't see it either."

Duan Wuxin hummed, her lips were still tightly closed, but her eyes were a little redder.

Ling Junhan stared at his little expression, regretting telling him the truth.

He stretched out his arms, pretending to be relaxed and said, "I just lied to you, it doesn't hurt at all, it's all grown up. I can do a hundred push-ups for you now, do you want to see it?"

Duan Wuxin pressed his hand to keep him from moving, bent slightly, and lowered his head to kiss gently on the hideous wound.

The voice coaxed softly: "One kiss, it won't hurt."

Ling Junhan stopped breathing, and felt that the wound seemed to have grown tender flesh, and was swept by the hanging silver hair, making it numb and itchy.

"Xinxin," he said in a low voice, pressing the back of Duan Wuxin's neck with his palm, "it hurts like hell, kiss me again."