Tigers ban coveting

The lower back was imprisoned, and Duan Wuxin almost completely lay on Ling Junhan's body.

He wet his lips, softened his waist, bit the man's lower lip hard, and accused in a soft voice: "You are fishing law enforcement."

"I'm the officer, I have the final say. You are seducing me by jumping on me in uniform." Ling Junhan leaned back slightly, with a loose posture, and casually touched his lips.

Duan Wuxin opened his mouth, feeling the tip of his tongue being hooked frivolously.

He retracted into his mouth a bit, rolled into a roll, and said vaguely: "The tongue has thorns, and it will hurt you."

"No, stick out." Ling Junhan chuckled lightly, and held the tip of his tongue in his mouth.

He took a sip gently, and then grinded slowly with his teeth.

Feeling the person in his arms trembling slightly, it was more forceful probing, licking, and entanglement.

"Hmm—" Duan Wuxin snorted softly, but was bitten even harder.

He felt like he was covered in fog, and his back was covered with a thin layer of sweat, damp and sticky.

Obviously it was just a kiss.

But already, defeated.

Ling Junhan called him, his voice was soft and hoarse, "Xinxin..."

It stopped here again, leaving a blank space that made people wonder.

Yes, the kiss became deeper, almost a little green and reckless.

The endless panting, the steaming sweat, the soft lips and tongue, the tight skin.

Through the military uniform, one can feel the perfect figure under the not-so-soft fabric, which is docile on him.

Every detail made Ling Junhan want to go crazy.

Yes, a kiss turned into a collision of hardness and softness, a contest of indulgence and restraint.

He asked again in a hoarse voice: "You haven't answered me yet, seduce your boss, what's the punishment?"

"Punishment..." Duan Wuxin pressed against the corner of his lips, paused, "Punish me for running [-] meters? But I'm not physically strong now, can I turn back into a white tiger and run again?"

Ling Junhan was laughed angrily, and felt that the wound had opened again, and the pain made people sober up a lot.

He stretched out his hand and squeezed the waist that he had coveted for a long time, half complaining, "You really don't understand style."

I have handed it over to this book, but my friend is too simple.

Duan Wuxin's face turned cold, he had never entered a military camp to receive systematic training.

Ling Junhan's expression, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, probably made some kind of joke again.

He turned his face away, snorted softly, with a tragic expression on his face, "Then you say it, and you can punish it as you like."

Ling Junhan glanced down at the blood on his chest, and returned to his wit.

He lay flat on the bed, picked up the wet shirt casually, and said casually: "Forget it, remember first, we will punish together next time."

Next time, what will be punished.

Duan Wuxin licked her wet lower lip, not daring to ask further questions.

"Okay, you said that I entered the establishment under Duan Wuxin's real name, but they don't know that the human form is also me, what should I do?" Duan Wuxin fell into worry.

Ling Junhan helped him fix the military discipline, and said: "Let's face Ling Xin first, and wait until you need to explain. I don't want you to be exposed too early. When you go to the battlefield, you just change back."

"Then, can you still wear the military uniform?" Duan Wuxin fondly touched the badge on his chest, thinking about this question.

Ling Junhan replied lightly: "It's okay, wear it. No one dares to control my jurisdiction."

The communicator in his trouser pocket had been vibrating for a long time, and he finally picked it up patiently, "What's wrong?"

"Why are you running around in the middle of the night? It's your birthday, it's fancy enough, and you don't think the wound is deep enough? If you don't want to be discharged from the hospital, I'll stab you twice."

Said aggressively, it was his attending doctor.

Ling Junhan squeezed the tube and smiled: "You doctors are also such gossips, you all know that."

The doctor sneered, and replied: "The nurses on duty are gossiping, you are so exaggerated, why don't you know? Come back quickly."

"Okay, I'll be right back." Ling Junhan hung up the phone.

After stealing, Duan Wuxin smiled and trembled on him, and his tone was full of gloating: "So you are also taken care of? You are scolded like this, do you still dare to run around?"

"Who am I running around for?" Ling Junhan stared at the culprit and gritted his teeth.

"For me, for me, then let's go back." Duan Wuxin climbed up from him, carefully picked up the lonely rose beside him, and asked, "Can I keep this as a souvenir?"

Ling Junhan hummed, got up and straightened his messy clothes, and found a vase from the shelf in the study.

Fill it with half of the water, carefully insert the rose heart into it, and place it on the bed.

"When the flowering period is over, let Bai make dried flowers."

"Ah, what are dried flowers?"

"It can be preserved forever." Ling Junhan stretched out his hand to hold him, went downstairs, and sat on the mecha again.

This day was finally passed successfully.

Duan Wuxin looked at the wound on his chest worriedly, feeling distressed in his heart, and pressed his hand on the joystick.

"You're already like this, can you still drive? I should get a driver's license, otherwise it won't be useful at this time."

Ling Junhan started the mecha slowly, glanced at him distractedly, and jokingly said, "You said you were drunk and driving last time?"

"Well, I'll be dizzy then, and I didn't think too much about it, my head will go up as soon as it gets hot." Duan Wuxin looked out of the window embarrassedly.

"If I hadn't been hurt, would we still be friends now? It would be miserable not to be able to kiss and hug you." Ling Junhan smiled, thinking of the lingering kiss tonight, and sighed, "It's not in vain. "

Meng Yusen laughed at him two days ago. If he had known that there were energy stones in the black market, he would risk his life on it.

Thinking about it now, if I hadn't done this, I wouldn't have been able to open my mind unintentionally.

That being said, it's worth it.

Duan Wuxin didn't say anything, just stared at him in a daze.

Why did you feel that Ling Junhan was always difficult?

The mech passed through the clouds, and the moonlight passed over his face, bright and dark.

This will be seriously injured, with blood on his chest, still calmly driving the mech with one hand, wild and sexy.

"What?" Ling Junhan felt a straight gaze sweeping past him.

Duan Wuxin turned her face away and said carelessly, "You seem to have aged a few years recently."

Ling Junhan was amused, lowered his eyes slightly and said casually: "Yeah, there are so many things to worry about, how can we not grow old? We've only been together for the first day, and you're starting to dislike me?"

"Open your mecha." Duan Wuxin raised her eyes and glared at him as her cheeks burned.

He doesn't dislike it, he likes it to death.

But don't say it, or someone will start to taunt again.

When they arrived at the military hospital, they were surrounded by gossiping nurses as soon as they showed up.

One person took a cotton swab to help Ling Junhan apply the medicine, and the rest were chattering around.

"Wow, Duan Wuxin's birthday is today, why didn't I see that white tiger?"

Duan Wuxin stared at the movement of the wound with lowered eyes, thinking: I am standing right in front of you.

Ling Junhan smoothed things over: "I live in the Marshal's Mansion."

The nurses nodded, their straightforward eyes fell on Duan Wuxin, and they couldn't bear to look away.

"Brother is also a soldier, so handsome in military uniform!"

"That's right, it's really good. We stay in the military region every day, and we don't see many people with such good looks."

"Soldiers are a bit boring, but if you are commander in chief, I can do it!"

"Are you two really relatives? Consider finding a sister nurse."

"Marshal is single too? I'm not picky, I can do anything~"

The more daring the night, the more squabbling, the joke was on the marshal.

Ling Junhan buttoned up his buttons, returned to his indifferent expression and brushed aside the crowd, before leaving, he replied: "I'm not looking for it, and neither is he."

Duan Wuxin followed behind, pretending to be cold, and fled in a hurry.

These single girls are really like wolves and tigers, it's too scary.

Early the next morning, Ling Junhan received a notification about the Beast Soul Project.

He got up slightly, ready to get up and get dressed, and caught a glimpse of the sleeping person leaning on his arm, breathing steadily.

Thinking of being molested by a group of nurses last night, he stretched out his hand to unbutton Duan Wuxin's neckline without authorization, and kissed Duan Wuxin's neck.

Teeth bite on the skin, half-sucking, half-sucking.

Feeling a little tingling, Duan Wuxin was half asleep and half awake, and conditioned to push him, "What are you doing?"

"Leave a mark for you so that you won't be coveted." Ling Junhan murmured, holding the skin of his neck and sucking repeatedly.

After a while, there was an ambiguous red mark on her fair neck.

He lowered his eyes to check carefully, and confirmed that the color was dark enough, and then leaned back in satisfaction.

Duan Wuxin covered her neck, and muttered displeasedly: "What's the difference between your action and Hua peeing in the ring?"

Ling Junhan thought for a while, and replied honestly: "There is indeed no difference."

Now he is very envious of Ye Fei and the others' human genes, biting their necks, and with a single mark, they can be sure of who they belong to.

And he can only leave clumsy traces like a wild beast in the forest, and he still doesn't make up for it.

"I'll make it up when the color fades." Ling Junhan was very happy to touch the hickey with his fingertips.

"I want it." Duan Wuxin got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

He stroked his neck from side to side, left, right, and right. There was a red one, ostentatious and conspicuous.

Although he didn't understand the meaning of the red marks, Ling Junhan's expression was full of disgust.

Frustrated, he pressed the pendant to change back into a white tiger, put the military uniform aside, and rushed onto the bed.

The tiger's claws touched the man's chin, threatening fiercely: "Why are you biting so high, others can see it! You are ashamed! Believe it or not, I will beat you!"

A high-pitched sound, bluffing.

"It's not stupid, I just want to let other people see the hickey and tell them that you have someone." Ling Junhan pushed the tiger claw on his chin and said jokingly, "Why, I'm still injured, you want to scratch it patient?"

"You! Hooligan! Shameless!" Duan Wuxin howled, and did not give up.

The tiger's paw scratched his chin symbolically, like a tickle.

Seeing the sound of footsteps coming from the door, he grabbed Ling Junhan's collar in a panic, and arched his head left and right, "It's over, it's over, someone is passing by, where should I hide?"

Ling Junhan squinted his eyes, and reminded maliciously: "You can change back, I will cover you with a quilt, and they will disappear."

"Yes." Duan Wuxin didn't think about it, as the footsteps gradually approached, she quickly pressed the pendant.

After turning back into a human, he lay naked under the quilt, with only his bare head exposed.

A group of white coats filed in and stood in a row in front of the hospital bed. There was a great battle.

The attending doctor bent down to check Ling Junhan's wound, raised his hand and was lifted from a corner of the quilt, his eyes drifted to the white hair next to him, and his movements froze.

"The wound is torn like this... Last night was intense enough." The doctor coughed lightly, his eyes couldn't stop looking at Duan Wuxin's neck.

The ambiguous hickey and bare shoulders are really hard not to let people think about it.

He didn't dare to ask carefully, can relatives also fall in love this year?

As expected of their marshal, his methods are so ruthless that even his relatives dare to touch him.

Ling Junhan stretched out his hand to pull up the quilt to cover the scenery, "If you don't exercise vigorously, don't think about it."

The doctor stared at him with a half-smile, and directly broke it down: "This wound is almost healed, so there is no way to make it like this?"

Duan Wuxin blinked his eyes, and blew himself up without shame: "I accidentally jumped on him, too hard, blame me."

He didn't think there was any problem with this statement, it was a fact.

It's just that the nurses collectively gasped and exchanged glances, their minds already filled with a big drama.

Big news, Marshal is having an affair with his brother!

No wonder everyone refuses to find a girlfriend, dare you two be together?

"Anyway, if you mess up again, I'll force you to be hospitalized." The doctor helped him wrap up the bandage and stood up. "Don't think that you are the marshal, I can't control you."

Ling Junhan buttoned it up, and replied with a smile: "But I'm going out today, and I'm going to a meeting soon."

The doctor didn't say anything, but raised his hand to signal the nurses to leave, before closing the door, he said, "I'm talking about your private life."

Duan Wuxin finished in a daze, and asked confusedly, "What charades are you playing?"

"You are too pure, Xinxin." Ling Junhan rubbed his head, helplessly: "Come on, come with me to the House of Representatives, and you will go too. I always feel that today will not go well."

Duan Wuxin let out an oh, sneaked out of bed and slipped into the bathroom, and put on the military uniform that she had just taken off.

After packing up, the two headed to the House of Representatives.

Duan Wuxin once sat down next to Ling Junhan, and 10 minutes before the start, finally waited for Ling Jiamu who was late.

The adjutant took his seat, and Yue Yue greeted Duan Wuxin, "Boy, I forgot to say yesterday, happy birthday."

"Thank you." Duan Wuxin rolled his eyes, "Your brother said, you helped me a lot, and I will treat you to dinner another day."

Ling Jiamu replied with a smile: "You're welcome, I am also happy that we can be comrades-in-arms."

"What are you going to do today?" Seeing everyone's serious expressions, Duan Wuxin asked in a low voice, a little dazed.

Ling Jiamu spread out the folder in front of him, pointed to the project name and explained: "Just go through the issues one by one, and everyone votes. My brother submitted the proposal to terminate the Beast Soul Project, and the results will come out today."

"Oh, but we have evidence of experimenting soldiers, so it should pass?" Duan Wuxin propped his chin and thought for a while, "After all, there are traitors in the army, which is quite dangerous."

Ling Jiamu's face was full of bitterness and hatred, and his brows were frowned, "That's what you said, but when this matter is mentioned, it is obvious that you have done something to Li Yingyi. Now he can't be brought down, it will only set us up."

"Sooner or later, he will be killed. I just don't know when he will be caught." Duan Wuxin sighed and flicked through the documents in front of him.

After following Ling Junhan, he also gradually understood how difficult it is to bring down a high-ranking official under power.

Even with experimental evidence as an aid, it can be avoided completely.

Therefore, Ling Junhan just chose to terminate the plan.

The needle points to nine o'clock, and the parliament officially begins.

A group of congressmen in formal attire entered one by one, and the place fell into silence for an instant.

Duan Wuxin stared at the group of councilors sitting down, always feeling that something was not right.

He wrinkled his nose, and in a trance, he seemed to smell a little insect.

He faced the group of well-dressed people, sitting upright with a serious expression.

Is it an illusion this time?

In the parliament, how could there be Zerg?

After thinking for a while, he pulled Ling Junhan's sleeve down and said in a low voice, "I seem to smell a little insect, but it's too far away, so I'm not sure."

Ling Junhan was stunned for a second, and asked uncertainly, "Is it now?"

"Well, just after that group of people entered." Duan Wuxin pursed his lips and lowered his voice, "It's very similar to the smell on the soldiers before, but there are too many people, so I can't tell who it is."

"Okay, I see." Ling Junhan raised his eyes, scanning the councilors one by one.

Most of the people attending today's meeting are high-ranking MPs who have been in office for a long time.

If there are indeed traitors, then this matter will be troublesome.

The projects were voted one by one, and after half the time, it was Ling Junhan's turn.

He fiddled with the tube in front of him, and stated simply and directly: "I hope that the Beast Soul Project will be terminated. Last month, 47 soldiers in my army showed Zerg symptoms. The feedback from my research institute is that they were all injected with Zerg genes." .

Let me ask, such a dangerous project is still advancing, what is the purpose, we can maliciously speculate, want to mix into the Federation, and finally let our army start to collapse from the inside. "

"Anti-malicious speculation, what evidence do you have to show that these gene injections are related to the Beast Soul Project?" Li Yingyi sat on the other side and snorted coldly.

Duan Wuxin looked anxiously at Ling Junhan, hinting in his eyes that he himself is the best example.

Like those soldiers, he has some of the same drug injection residues in his body, which is the evidence.

Ling Junhan didn't have him, looked straight at him, and just said calmly: "Me."

There was an uproar on the field, and there were whispers.

"What do you mean, please explain in detail." The speaker knocked on the table.

"I am also forced to participate in the Beast Soul Project." Ling Junhan said lightly, motioning Ling Jiamu to submit evidence, "This report compares the physical tests between me and those soldiers, and it can prove that we have all experienced the same field experiment."

Duan Wuxin closed her lips tightly and clenched her fists tightly. Unexpectedly, Ling Junhan exploded himself first in order to protect him.

The experience that I can't forget is said on this occasion, and it will almost be known to everyone.

Even so, he did it anyway.

Li Yingyi gritted his teeth, never expecting such a move.

He changed his face, pressed his palms on the table, and pretended to be calm, "Okay, I admit that I have injected some soldiers with body hormones, but it has nothing to do with the Zerg. Why they mutate may be just a pathological effect of the experiment. Marshal Ling With such troubles, I am happy to continue research and find out the reasons.”

Ling Jun smiled coldly, "You have so many troops, why did you choose my people?"

"What's yours and mine? Aren't they all from the country?" Li Yingyi returned to his indifference, "Could it be that Marshal Ling wants to be dictatorial?"

"Missing the topic, let's discuss the matter today. Since you have just admitted that it is related to the Beast Soul Project, please suspend all financial support for this project." Ling Junhan held on to the topic.

After reviewing the submitted materials, the speaker nodded slightly, "Okay, start voting."

Ling Jun coldly glanced at the crowd, observed carefully, and took note of those who voted against.

In the end, more than half of the votes passed the issue of termination of the Beast Soul Project.

Duan Wuxin breathed a sigh of relief, a big stone fell from his heart, and sighed: "At least it's over."

"My brother is really awesome. I was still worried in the morning, and even bowed to the Buddha." Ling Jiamu patted his chest and showed a bright smile.

Duan Wuxin didn't pay attention to the following topics.

He wrinkled his nose all the way, trying to smell the exact direction of the smell, but the smell seemed to be nothing, he couldn't touch it or grasp it, which made people anxious.

Who on earth is it?Or illusion?

After the meeting ended, Duan Wuxin frowned and followed the people out of the meeting hall.

Passing by everyone, the smell has disappeared without a trace.

Ling Junhan handed the list of negative votes to Ling Jiamu, and asked: "These few, focus on checking the relationship with Li Yingyi."

"Okay." Ling Jiamu accepted the list with a serious expression, and walked out with Duan Wuxin's shoulders.

"The injury hasn't healed yet. I'll go back to the hospital in a while. Take care of the army." Ling Junhan removed the hand on his shoulder, and pulled Duan Wuxin to his side in displeasure.

Duan Wuxin glanced at him, warning him not to talk nonsense.

Ling Jiamu didn't notice it, and put his hand up again, hooking Duan Wuxin's neck and shaking it back, "Okay, my brother is going back to the hospital. Son, come and have dinner with me, it's such a great event today, let's celebrate it. "

He took out the communicator and muttered, "Yes, call me, Brother Sen."

Ling Junhan pinched his wrist with his fingers, squeezed it hard, and threw it off his shoulder possessively, "Don't touch it casually."

"Brother, you're going too far, my son, what's the matter if I touch him?" Ling Jiamu hooked Duan Wuxin provocatively, shaking for a while, caught off guard, the military discipline buckle was torn off.

The red mark on the neck happened to fall under the military discipline buckle, and it was unobstructed.

Duan Wuxin had no expression on his face, and quickly raised his hand to clasp it, his ears blushing uncontrollably.

Ling Jiamu froze on the spot, glanced at Duan Wuxin, then at his brother, and returned to probing.

After a long while, he stammered, "Boy, you, you, you....It seems like a mosquito bit a lump on your neck."

Ling Junhan squinted his eyes, kicked him, and said casually, "What's your name, sister-in-law."

Ling Jiamu: "?"

Seeing his astonished expression, Ling Junhan took a cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a smile.

After exhaling a smoke ring, he added in a good mood, "I bit it."