Tigers ban coveting

Ling Junhan lowered his eyes to see the dialog box, paused, and squeezed the milk cup tightly.

It's over, and it's too late to prevent the filling.

He leaned against the glazed table, pretending to be calm: "You see, I am your loyal fan."

"Why did you lie to me? Why do you say it's a black fan?" Duan Wuxin cursed and slammed, and punched him on the arm.

In the end, it was still solved, and he opened his mouth and bit his shoulder twice, leaving two rows of teeth marks.

Ling Junhan let him finish biting, easily moved the attacked shoulder, and asked in a low voice: "Is it solved?"

Duan Wuxin took two steps back and said with a sneer, "No, it's fun to see me ask some stupid questions!"

"Yes, I didn't want to play tricks on you. At first, it was because I had to return a nine-level account to the research institute." Ling Junhan rubbed his nose and explained with a guilty conscience, "I fell in love with you later, so I wanted to test your attitude. Am I still making a wish for the two of us to be together?"

Move it, know it, it's a pity that friends don't have it at all.

Duan Wuxin snorted coldly, his eyes were cold and radiant.

"Oh, that's really touching. Thanks to me, you are a friend, and I can consult you about everything. Every time you see my profile picture, do you feel guilty?"

Ling Junhan slid the dialog box, caught a glimpse of the melon that Duan Wuxin had just shared with him, and changed the subject, "Did you promise to keep it a secret, and turned around and found someone on the Internet and told it?"

"I didn't say that the names of these two people are Meng Yusen and Ling Jiamu! Don't talk nonsense with me, I'm questioning you and torture you now!" Duan Wuxin pursed his lips and stared at him fiercely.

Ling Junhan raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "You'd better insult me, I'll talk back. I was wrong, sorry."

"I accept your apology." Duan Wuxin snatched the glass in his hand, took a sip of milk, swallowed it, and turned away.

Ling Junhan followed behind him, flattering others like a tail, "Then how can you forgive me?"

Duan Wuxin didn't bother with him, so she walked straight to the master bedroom, opened the closet and began to pack her luggage neatly.

He pushed the sticky person away irritably, and stuffed clothes one by one into the box violently, "I'm going to live in Beishu, you stay here."

This also caused a separation, as if the situation was serious.

Ling Junhan knew that Duan Wu had a stubborn temper and loved to hold grudges, but this time he hit the muzzle of a gun, which made people lose face.

He squeezed the space between his brows, and stood upright against the closet, knowing how to coax him well.

After thinking about it for a while, he was able to bring up work matters to persuade him: "Tomorrow you have to go to the parliament with me, don't make trouble, be good."

"What time is it? I'll let you in when I arrive." Duan Wuxin glanced at him, speaking coldly, "Don't worry, I'm delaying business due to personal grievances."

It's quite clear that public and private are so big, it's really coaxing.

Ling Junhan clung to him shamelessly, grabbed his wrist and hammered himself, "There is no overnight feud between husband and wife, you want you to beat me up?"

Duan Wuxin withdrew his hand and closed the suitcase abruptly, with an attitude that was not negotiable, "Whoever is husband and wife with you, I will be annoyed when I see you."

Now that he saw this face, he remembered those shameful conversations, and felt ashamed himself.

"In case your period gets serious again at night, I can help you." Ling Junhan moved his five fingers, hinting ambiguously.

"I need it, I have hands, and besides, I'm not as hungry as you think." Duan Wuxin pulled up the suitcase and dragged it downstairs, Bai Chu blocked it all over.

The tiger on the head is really scary.

Ling Junhan followed him to the door, and asked in a low voice, "Then I'll live with you."

"If you follow me again, I'll move out of the Marshal's Mansion directly." Duan Wuxin played his trump card cruelly.

As soon as he said this, Ling Junhan immediately fell silent, and he was able to follow others.

He turned his head and poked Bai Bai's mechanical arm, and said, "Then you go with him and remember to get food on time."

"Okay, I got it." Bai took the task, worried about the dog, and asked, "What about the dog?"

Duan Wuxin turned her head viciously, bent down and grabbed the dog under her arm, "The dog is mine too."

This scene is like a couple getting divorced and struggling with who the child is.

But now the child's father is quite cruel, leaving a little room for it.

Ling Junhan stared at the back of Duan Wuxin leaving, and wiped his face helplessly.

Finally, at night, he licked his face and sent messages to Duan Wuxin. He had read a dozen or so messages.

He called directly, and asked straight to the point: "Is the delivery date coming? It's uncomfortable."

Duan Wuxin didn't speak, and was silent for a while, before pressing the button to turn off the phone.

This is really big, and it will go away in a while.

Ling Junhan glanced at the time, it was almost nine o'clock, he leaned on the head of the bed, and clicked on the live broadcast platform.

Sure enough, after a while, Duan Wuxin went on the air as usual.

The number was exposed, and now he is covering it up, staring at that ostentatious id, and roughly smashed a hundred thousand.

Hit the keyboard to start sending barrage bombing.

【Xinxin, I was wrong, please hit me】

[Don't give birth, let's make up, okay? 】

【Have you eaten tonight?I send you delicious past? 】

【You see that you have lost weight, you must not have eaten well】

In the camera, the white tiger is sitting upright, with his injured right paw resting on the mouse, looking very annoying.

He blocked him with a blank face while explaining to fans: "I'm banned, this person is a pervert."

Ling Junhan: "..."

The fans were optimistic about the show, and they speculated one after another:

[Is this buddy a fan?Why did it crash? 】

[Since he is a pervert, he must be a suitor who wants to have a relationship with a tiger....]

【Hiss, it sounds like you're living with your son, and this head has so much paranoia? 】

[The son is really upright and strong, and his mind is dazzled by money, the mother is very pleased]

Ling Junhan is annoyed to death by this group of booing netizens, and now all contact channels have been cut off, there is really no way.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he wanted to break his head and came up with an idea.

I can pray that Duan Wuxin will be strong enough to make people change their minds and turn their heads to ask him for help.

He didn't sleep well all night, and early the next morning, he changed into his military uniform and went for a walk to Beishu to find someone.

After going upstairs, the door was pushed open, and Duan Wuxin was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, very sleepy.

Heartless, but slept soundly.

It seems that I am the only one who has a sleepless night.

Ling Junhan bent down and pinched his ears, and said softly: "Wake up, Jiamu will be here right away, it's time for the meeting."

"Oh." Duan Wuxin was woken up and slowly opened her eyes.Due to the state of the Cold War, the speech is quite concise.

"Last night, did you feel uncomfortable?" Ling Junhan thought about the frequent outbreaks during this period, as if he was particularly restless at night every time.

I also know how my friend spent last night, I am used to sleeping together, there is no one next to me, I always feel strange and empty.

Duan Wuxin got out of bed with bare feet, went to the bathroom, and said indifferently: "No, I slept well."

In fact, in the middle of the night, it is indeed a bit comfortable.

He tossed and turned to no avail, so he took two antipyretics and forcibly suppressed them due to the high temperature.

In short, during the Cold War, never ask for help.

"To be on the safe side, you will turn into a white tiger today, so that you won't be exposed if you suddenly grow ears."

Ling Junhan stared at his smooth neck and reminded.

He was sure that most people in the military already knew that Duan Wuxin had participated in the Beast Soul Project. The last time Hill mentioned it vaguely, it was a hint.

But no one knows the secret of being able to change into a human being.From the current point of view, it is a while to hide.

Duan Wuxin hummed, turned back into a white tiger, and went downstairs as well.

On the way to the parliament, the two didn't have a conversation, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Ling Jiamu sat on the back seat, feeling like he was on pins and needles, feeling the abnormality, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Why are you two talking, it's weird."

"He's fighting with me." Ling Junhan was shy, and even urged others to help, "You help me persuade him, it's good for your health."

At this point, Ling Jiamu was delighted to hear it, and instantly expressed the joy of watching a good show, "A few days ago, you were still glued to each other, why is there a cold war?"

Duan Wuxin stared at the front, gritted his teeth and said, "He pretended to be a stranger to lie to me, and he lied to me for several months."

"Oh, it's really worth living." Ling Jiamu raised his eyebrows, adding fuel to the fire, "He applied for that number a long time ago, and I thought you knew about it."

"I know, I've been tricked so much." Duan Wuxin stabbed to the side fiercely, his eyes were like knives.

"Forget it, shut up." Ling Junhan turned his head and glanced at Ling Jiamu, hating iron into steel.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point again, and Ling Junhan's mech turned into a battleship, soaring all the way.

When they arrived at the parliament hall, the two of them sat in the front row, bored, waiting for the meeting.

Ling Jiamu leaned loosely on the back of the chair, with his hands resting on his head, "We don't need anything for the meeting today, it's really easy."

"Don't take it lightly, do the right thing." Ling Junhan lowered his head and approached Duan Wuxin, and said softly, "We two have a truce for half an hour, and they will come later. After the inducer is released, you should try to sniff the suspicious person. There is a reagent stimulus, it should be better than Secondary is easy to judge."

Duan Wuxin rested her tiger paws on the table, grasped the situation clearly, and nodded seriously, "I know."

At exactly nine o'clock, the side door of the council hall slowly opened, and a large number of councilors in formal attire sat down row by row.

The chairman of the council knocked on the table, said "quiet", and began to attend meetings one by one according to the serial number of the projects.

"The smell is very weak, you can smell it." Duan Wuxin concentrated and responded in time.

"One moment, I'll get the inducer first." Ling Junhan moved his wrist, carefully opened the lid of the bottle of inducer under the table, waiting to be scattered.

For a better effect, he deliberately chose a front row position, closer to the congressman.

A gust of cold came over, and Duan Wuxin sneezed suddenly.He wrinkled his nose, trying to identify the source of the suspicious mutant.

Yes, every minute passed, I felt my body temperature rise a little more, and my whole body was sweating uncontrollably.

Is it possible that this inducer is also effective for him?

As time passed, his limbs began to weaken slowly, and he leaned back on the seat with sweat on his back.

Dizziness, very uncomfortable.

But with the mission in hand, he can hold on to the source of the insect smell.

In the air, the smell began to gradually become stronger, dispersed into dividends, and faintly wafted from several directions.

Duan Wuxin raised her head suddenly and said in a low voice, "It seems there is one."

Ling Jiamu sucked in a breath, and replied with a voice: "Are so many mutants messing around with each other? Are you crazy?"

"Which, you said the name in front of them." Ling Junhan looked around, as a human being, he didn't smell anything.

And the projects in the parliament are going on in an orderly manner, and the members of the council are all sitting upright, seeing the flaws.

Vote, for or against, close the case, and move on to the next issue.

Duan Wuxin glanced at those expressionless faces, his eyes fell on the name tag, and he slowly said, "Tang Lang, Qin Ting, Mao Maochong."

At the mention of the name, Ling Junhan's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "All of them are high-level councilors, and this matter is a bit difficult to deal with."

Duan Wuxin's smell of insects alone was enough evidence to settle the case.

Saying it out will make people treat it as a joke and laugh it off.

If the list is submitted directly to the President....

Judging from the last conversation, the vague words, the trust in Hill has plummeted.Hill's position is not clear, and he may have provided covert support.

The only thing that can be done is to use more powerful potions to directly force them to mutate into Zerg.

But at present, it is still time, it is easy to scare the snake.

"Jiamu, secretly send someone to monitor this congressman, and cover all his whereabouts and communication records. Once he has contact with a suspicious person or Li Yingyi, we will be able to grasp the evidence of collusion." Ling Junhan said lightly, "I believe it, they are completely connected. "

Ling Jiamu hummed, and opened the folder to check the previous investigation list, "Two of them voted against last time, and one actually voted for it. Are they so smart? They also know how to confuse people and cover up their identities."

"Now the Zerg's purpose is very clear. They want to go deep into the top leadership of the Federation, and eventually control everything from the army to the power." Ling Junhan looked back and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he sighed slightly: "It seems that a conspiracy has been involved."

Duan Wuxin was dizzy, completed the key task, and instantly relaxed.

The voice in his ears gradually became indistinct, he gasped, and the tiger's claws were firmly scratched on the table, scratching out scratches.

Extremely uncomfortable, manic Ann.

Ling Junhan was keenly aware of his satisfaction, rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, and asked softly, "Is it comfortable?"

"No, I'm fine." Duan Wuxin frowned, and clawed his hand away, "It's a cold war, don't touch it blindly."

Alright, after finishing business, return to before liberation in a second.

After hours, the council ends.

The smell of the inducer dissipated a bit, Duan Wuxin recovered a little bit, but still brought it up.

Those suspicious congressmen also looked reddish, but their actions were normal.

Ling Junhan touched Ling Jiamu: "Send someone to start monitoring."

"Okay, I'll do it now." Ling Jiamu left alone, leaving the Cold War duo staring.

Ling Junhan bent down and touched his stomach to ease the atmosphere, "I hug you, you are sweating, you look too right."

"If you want, I can do it myself." Duan Wuxin gritted his teeth, scrambled and climbed onto the mech with limp limbs, stubbornly tight.

Ling Junhan couldn't do anything, but he was able to speed up, and he was sent back to the North Villa of the Marshal's Mansion.

Just found out a few clues, and there are still many things to be done. Duan Wuxin put him on the bed forcefully, and said in a low voice: "I have to go to the military area, and Jiamu will investigate alone. I'm so relieved. If you feel comfortable, call me quickly .”

"I'm fine, hurry up." Duan Wuxin tilted her head and said firmly.

Ling Junhan tucked in the quilt, and told him reassuringly, "If you really feel uncomfortable, don't resist."

Duan Wuxin closed his eyes tightly, and then responded, with a posture of chasing people.

When Ling Junhan left, he pressed the pendant and changed back into human form.

Sure enough, the ears and tail were still there, and the inducer stimulated his puberty again.

Duan Wuxin grabbed the tail that was wagging wildly, and sighed helplessly.

Why did they choose this time to have a cold war, and it didn't go away, and they pulled down their faces and reconciled, it was really annoying.

He poured himself a glass of water, took two more antipyretics, the medicine was effective, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already dark outside, and the light from the street lamps was faintly shining through the glass windows.

Duan Wuxin was hot all over, as if immersed in endless fire, even his lips became dry.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip, and turned his head to see a large bag of snacks on the bedside, with a note under it, in Ling Junhan's handwriting.

"Come here to take a look at you. You didn't wake up, so I didn't call you. You like to eat something when you wake up."

This man just bribed him with food.

It's the same trick every time, no creativity.

Duan Wuxin flipped through it casually, without any appetite, and threw the bag back.

The reaction became more and more obvious, and he rubbed back and forth impatiently wrapped in the quilt, but it didn't work.

"Damn inducer..." Duan Wuxin bit her dry lips and cursed in a low voice, "Why is it useless to take the medicine this time?"

The quilt was chilled by the night wind, and he began to miss Ling Junhan's warm and scorching hug.

What I want is him, now pull my face down and move back.

Duan Wuxin grabbed the quilt desperately, stretched out his hand tremblingly to touch it, there was no joy to speak of.

At this moment, I began to miss those hands with calluses again.

Ling Junhan's fingers are very slender, occasionally holding a cigarette, there is a kind of indescribable sex appeal.

And when it touches the body, it can bring the feeling of being overwhelmed, and it can relieve his shameful restlessness.

Duan Wuxin glanced at his uninjured left hand with disgust, opened and closed his five fingers, hating that it was too soft.

He sat on the bed blankly for a while, his consciousness emptied, but his breathing became heavier and heavier, almost suppressed.

The room was empty, and Duan Wuxin regretted that when he was packing up his things, he didn't take a military uniform with a smell.

If you have clothes in your arms, you will probably feel better.

He looked up at the time on the wall, it was already one o'clock in the morning, and he had slept for a long time.

However, the night is still very long, and it is very hard to bear.

After enduring it for a while, he got up from the bed with trembling legs, rushed to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and turned the temperature to low.

The cold water dripped on the skin, slid from the shoulders to the insteps, and the furry tail was half-wet, but there was no relief.

The water droplets blurred his vision, and even his brain froze. He avoided his injured hand and leaned his back against the cold wall.

At this moment, it was instantly clear what Ling Junhan felt like taking a cold shower before.

Half an hour later, he sneezed suddenly, and had no choice but to turn off the shower.

Okay, he has to go back to find Ling Junhan.

At least, steal a piece of clothing and come back.

Thinking of this, Duan Wuxin pulled the bath towel to dry himself, put on a long coat indiscriminately, and fastened the buttons to cover the scenery.

I didn't even have time to put on my pants, so I just hung up the gear and went out the door.

The dew is heavy late at night, and the night in spring is still a bit chilly. The surface layer of the skin is icy cold by the wind, but it is hot inside.

Duan Wuxin cursed and stopped walking. This feeling of being out of control is really terrible.

After spending 10 minutes, he finally made it to Ling Junhan's master bedroom.

Press the door and push the door open, the light in the room is not turned on, the person on the bed has already fallen asleep, and there is the sound of even breathing.

Duan Wuxin sneaked away on his feet, quietly opened the closet, tore off a military uniform, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

Except for the smell of clean laundry detergent, there is no smell left.

He threw the clothes he disliked on the ground, fastened his coat, and stood in front of the closet in a daze.

His fingertips brushed across the neat ties hanging beside him, and his fingers stopped suddenly.

If....Ling Junhan is tied up, he will stab and pull him down while the hair is on.

Anyway, this person did something wrong to him, this is punishment, and it is also considered bullying!

This thought flashed through his mind, and Duan Wuxin began to tremble all over, even more excited.

Wisdom was controlled by the beast | A tingling tingling came from under the tailbone.

He was a little more courageous, and casually grabbed two ties from the closet, and quietly went to the bedside.

For every extra step, the breath will increase by one point.

Ling Junhan had already woken up the moment he opened the door. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, watching what the hell his friend was up to.

Seeing the closet open, it closed, and the sound of footsteps gradually approached the head of the bed.

Duan Wuxin knelt on the side of the bed, straightened the wrist that had been pulled over Ling Junhan upwards, wrapped a good-quality tie around it twice, and tied it to the head of the bed.

In order to avoid people breaking free, he lowered his eyes and tied a knot seriously.

After tying one side, he climbed along the edge of the bed to the other side, pinching the tie with the other hand and tying it neatly.

After doing this, Duan Wuxin relaxed, and muttered: "This is a punishment, who made you always be me, now we are even."

Ling Junhan frowned slightly and then loosened his brows, his hands were tied tightly, knowing what he was doing now.

He wanted to make a sound, but he was afraid of scaring people, so he could pretend to be asleep.

Duan Wuxin sat on his knees on the head of the bed, wagging his tail, knowing what to do.

I've seen the video before, two men doing that kind of thing, how to do it, it's still jerky.

He lay down slightly, stretched out his hand and slowly lifted the quilt on Ling Junhan's body, threw it aside in agitation, leaned over and pressed his lips against his thin lower lip.

Follow the curvature of the cheeks to the slightly raised Adam's apple, and then slowly move down.

This man was sleeping naked again, with a pair of shorts all over his body.

When the skin touched, ambiguity abounded, and the dry heat seemed to be ignited instantly, burning into a boundless fire.

Duan Wuxin snorted impatiently, hooked his hands around his neck involuntarily, and rubbed against his body tremblingly to relieve his desire.

The expected relief did not come true, he resisted sweeping his tail at Ling Junhan's stomach, hating him for not responding.

Wanting more is hard to fill.

Duan Wuxin bit his lower lip, and almost controlled the violent reaction, he suddenly remembered the flowers he saw in the morning.

But at this moment, Ling Junhan was the vented branch, and he couldn't let go after holding it.

The tail swept across the skin, Ling Junhan's breathing stopped, he almost controlled it, and he fell down.

His wrists were tightly tied, and he moved slightly, and it hurt so much that he couldn't move.

The soft hand was still doing something wrong, and the wagging tail swept over it from time to time, teasing recklessly.

He was so provocative that he was going crazy, and Zhi's strings were still unbroken.

It seems, hold back.

The breath of the two was intertwined, and all senses were infinitely magnified.

Bound hands, pressed lips and tongue, unbearable panting, jerky touch.

Duan Wuxin didn't realize that he had already woken up, so he tore off Ling Junhan's pants in a disorderly manner, and stuck them tightly, feeling the same scorching heat from the other party.

Sleeping so dead, and still reacting, is a natural beast.

Duan Wuxin cursed inwardly, while reaching out to touch randomly, exploring to find the entrance.

In the darkness, there was a sudden sound of fabric tearing and bed frame shaking.

He widened his eyes and looked at the head of the bed.On the carved bed frame, the remaining fragments of ties hang alone.

When he was about to exclaim, he was forcefully pressed into the messy quilt beside him, and his movements were very gentle.

Ling Junhan let go of his tightly clenched teeth, gasped out, lowered his head and blocked the gasping mouth fiercely, enduring it.

"Duan Wuxin, are you owe|fuck?"