Tigers ban coveting

Duan Wuxin stared blankly at Ling Junhan's staring eyes, Fang's arrogance was half extinguished, and asked in a low voice: "Why are you staring at me? It's still live."

"You are too dazzling today, people can't take their eyes off." Ling Junhan leaned close to him and whispered: "How can my baby come up with such a wonderful way?"

He had asked several times before, but Duan Wuxin had been refusing to elaborate on the plan, and every time he asked, it was just a secret trick.

But now it seems that this is indeed a great revenge.

Some bloody violence, but very straightforward and straightforward.

Duan Wuxin was praised so much that she couldn't find Bei, she raised her chin slightly on the surface, pretended to be arrogant and said, "Yes, I also think I am very good."

Ling Junhan couldn't help laughing, and felt a sense of comfort that he had never felt before.

Those depressed emotions that had accumulated in his heart for a long time finally dissipated after the seven-hour execution.

The wicked deserve what they deserve, blood flows like rivers, and there is no whole body in death.

Before Li Yingyi was about to die, he was finally forced to pay back the torture he had inflicted on others.

The dilapidated corpse was carried on a stretcher by his subordinates and moved out.

As for where they are buried, that is not their concern.

He looked at the sky and the sun shining brightly, and he couldn't help but think of Ling Yang, the father who had never been masked.

If you can see this scene today, you should also be proud of Duan Wuxin.

The live broadcast was coming to an end, but the online netizens were still reluctant to go offline, persisting until the last second.

【Excellent! !Son awesome! ! ! ! 】

[One thing to say, it's really handsome when you give orders from your heart, it's too domineering]

[Praise, praise me to death, my son has grown up! 】

[Shu Tan, today all the staff are fishing, even my board is quietly looking at the screen hhh]

[I love this direction very much, brother Meng, let us wish Li Yingyi rotten and stink, and never be reincarnated! 】

Duan Wuxin stared at the densely packed text on the big screen, feeling guilty for being late, "Is it too high-profile for the army to hold such a big live broadcast? Some don't..."

"There's nothing wrong with it, this is your right, and no matter how Hu Feiwei is, I will cover her."

Ling Junhan's expression was light, "Besides, who dares to complain about Major Duan Wuxin, this is a legendary figure who created the first beast army in the Federation."

"Don't exaggerate, don't exaggerate, I can't bear it." Duan Wuxin wiped his face, belatedly feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

He turned and went out from the execution ground, passing through a somewhat dark corridor, leaning against the wall, feeling his back soaked.

Not without tension and worry, but also afraid of provoking criticism.

But he didn't care about anything, he just wanted to kill Li Yingyi to avenge his blood.

But Ling Junhan said that he did a great job.

Fingertips pinched into the palm and then slowly released, he could finally bid farewell to the past.

In this long torture spanning several years, the only thing that is fortunate is that Ling Yang chose him, and he fell in love with Ling Junhan again.

Perhaps, behind all the sad stories, there is still a trace of surprise and warmth.

"What are you doing here in a daze? Are you tired? Let's go home." After Ling Junhan explained the follow-up processing requirements to his subordinates, he walked towards Duan Wuxin in big strides.

He put his arms around the man's shoulders, put his fingers on his neck naturally, and walked out the door affectionately.

Apart from worrying that Duan Wuxin would be overtired, he also harbored a little selfishness.

Duan Wuxin in a military uniform looks cool and sassy giving orders, which makes people very excited.

That scene seemed to be locked in my mind, and it kept playing in a loop, and I couldn't help but want to take it home to bully.

Ling Jiamu and Meng Yusen were standing at the door laughing and joking. When they saw the two coming out, they jumped out and stretched out their legs like tigers blocking the way.

"Hey, where are we going? Why don't you celebrate such a big event?"

"Let's hurry home." Ling Junhan tightened his fingertips a little, and led him this way.

Duan Wuxin glanced at him sideways, probably too tacitly to catch his thoughts in this silent gaze.

This man... It's not dark yet, why is he always so sloppy?

Ling Jiamu had no insight, and said carelessly: "Are you in a hurry for an hour or two? It's boring to go home and paralyzed. Let's have a dinner together! Drink! Let's do it!"

Duan Wuxin opened his lips with an innocent expression, "Yes, then go to the dinner party."

Ling Junhan: "..."

He stood there without moving, staring silently at Duan Wuxin with deep eyes.

"Brother, let's go, my sister-in-law has already spoken, do you dare not listen?" Ling Jiamu gave him a crutch, and directly dragged the man's arm out.

No way, Ling Junhan was forced to commit the crime.

Meng Yusen was smoking a cigarette behind his back, watching him slumped, a smile almost appeared on his face.

The place where the four of them reunited again was still the same restaurant, but they had experienced too much during this period, and there was a bit of an illusion that things were different.

The dishes were all served, and Ling Jiamu ordered a lot of wine for the first time, and he was a bully who wouldn't let anyone who didn't drink to death tonight leave the table.

After a full stomach and a few glasses of wine, someone finally remembered the business.

"Come here, let's have a drink and celebrate..." Ling Jiamu poured wine into four wine glasses, his mind faltered, and he slowly thought about his congratulations.

Duan Wuxin: "Congratulations that we finally avenged our parents."

Meng Yusen: "Congratulations to Jiamu for being a new man and regaining a new life."

Ling Junhan also kept up with the situation, holding back a sentence, "Congratulations, finally nothing bad can disturb our relationship."

"Okay, you guys have finished talking, let's do it!" Ling Jiamu was at a loss for words, and when he touched the cup, it jingled.

As soon as he drank it all, the alcohol was not low, Duan Wuxin drank a little anxiously, and his mind was buzzing instantly.

His whole face was instantly dyed red, and he held his forehead with his fingers, swallowing the burning sensation.

The memory of the previous drunkenness was still fresh, Ling Junhan reminded: "Drink less, you know how much you drink."

"Brother, this is your fault." Ling Jiamu put his long arm on Duan Wuxin's shoulder, and said boldly: "I'm happy today, sister-in-law can drink whatever she wants. If I'm drunk, I'll help carry it back."

Ling Junhan said with disgust: "Who cares about you carrying it, you take care of yourself first. Don't you feel compelled by your three cups of alcohol?"

Ling Jiamu was very aggrieved, "Sure enough, he's not a real brother, but he's still as venomous as ever."

After speaking, the scar that he didn't dare to mention before turned into a joke with a smile, and Ling Junhan took advantage of the situation, "Well, it's not that close anyway. When you're drunk, you throw it on the street and let someone pick it up."

Meng Yusen smiled and didn't speak, but felt his mouth was dry and couldn't help licking his lower lip.

"What is a drunken shrimp?" Ling Jiamu had already drank three cups in a row, and his tongue had begun to grow.

Meng Yusen straightened the crooked man, but the man leaned against him without restraint, sticky.

Simply sticking to him, thighs touching thighs, the heat on the skin steamed and the blood gushed down from the whole body.

He rolled his Adam's apple, and said calmly, "Pick it up and be fucked."

Ling Jiamu's eyes widened, and he was stunned for a few seconds and said, "...you are too bad, a bunch of beasts."

Duan Wuxin raised his hand and leaned on the sofa, with a innocent and harmless face, "Without me, they are indeed beasts, full of hooligan thoughts."

"Well, I am." Ling Junhan admitted shamelessly.

"Fuck, you flirting, please don't shoot all over the place. I haven't said anything, and this beast hat is put on?" Meng Yusen was speechless, bowed his head and took out his cigarette case, knocking out two cigarettes.

He held one on his side and handed it to the person next to him, but the person didn't take it at all.

Ling Junhan waved his hands, and said solemnly: "I quit smoking, I have a heart, and I don't need to smoke."

If you drink too much alcohol, your movements become bolder.

Duan Wuxin pursed his lips into a smile, and generously kissed him on the cheek, "You're so good."

"...Damn love dog." Meng Yusen nodded sullenly, feeling depressed, and swallowed his clouds alone.

When it was late at night, Ling Jiamu was completely drunk, and his whole face turned red.

His wine taste is not bad, but he is clingy, he rubbed his arms around Meng Yusen's neck like a puppy.

Meng Yusen kept a distance from him at first, and then followed him.

Later, he simply pressed on his leg, held his head and said helplessly, "Don't make trouble, be obedient."

Duan Wuxin was eating melons and watching the show by the side, and whispered to Ling Junhan, "No wonder Brother Sen is so infatuated, this poor little dog, who can stand it?"

He drank a lot tonight, and he breathed with a touch of wine when he opened his mouth, which made people feel itchy.

Ling Junhan put his arms around him, his fingertips tangled around his soft hair, "I can't compare to you, I remember sitting on me when I was drunk, that's a passion."

"It seems that I haven't drunk enough today, and I'm still reserved." Duan Wuxin shook his head smugly, chattering, "One more, two more glasses."

Hearing this, Ling Jiamu suddenly raised his head from his lap, and said solemnly: "You can't drink too much, or you will be picked up and served."

Meng Yusen: "..."

Ling Junhan shrugged, quietly pressed Duan Wuxin's cup, and opened his mouth to play hooligans, "We are a couple, it doesn't matter if we drink too much or not."

"Go back, I can't take it anymore." Meng Yusen stood up suddenly, the person on his lap was knocked aside, his face was dazed.

Ling Jiamu lowered his head, and when he heard the cursing, he said aggrievedly, "You're going to get lost!"

Meng Yusen explained: "No, I mean Jun Han and the others..."

"Don't listen, tell me to get out, I won't be your brother anymore!" Ling Jiamu raised his fist to beat him, it was really unreasonable.

Meng Yusen clenched his fist, gritted his teeth and said, "I never wanted to be your brother."

"Break off the relationship!" Ling Jia turned his head bulgingly and ignored him.

The two of you come and go, like arguing with elementary school students.

"Let's withdraw, everyone is drinking like crazy." Ling Junhan held Duan Wuxin in his arms and asked in a low voice, "Can I go? No hugs?"

Duan Wuxin stretched out his arms without any pretense, "."

Ling Junhan glanced at Ling Jiamu, who was still playing tricks, and touched Meng Yusen's arm, "I'll leave my brother to you, don't let him bring me here, and disturb our spring night."

"Got it, got it, let's go." Meng Yusen pinched Ling Jiamu's face with one hand to bully him, and waved it impatiently with the other.

The restaurant is not far from the Marshal's Mansion, Ling Junhan grabbed Duan Wuxin's wrist, and relaxed his back.

The arm is under the buttocks, imprisoning the moving person, "Hold tight, don't fall."

"Today is a day, hehe." Duan Wuxin grinned and smirked for a few seconds, then said, "I'm happy, are you happy?"

Ling Jun answered coldly, "Happy."

Duan Wuxin's word order is illogical: "The moon is shining brightly tonight, too."

"Yuan." This answer is even more perfunctory.

The two of them walked slowly under the moonlight. It has gradually entered the summer, and the breeze is blowing, which is quite suitable for walking.

It's just that the person on the back is not very quiet, always moving around.

Duan Wuxin rubbed against his neck, and his lips brushed against the tight skin.

He lowered his voice and murmured: "This is, this is me, did you pick it up and treat it like a drunk shrimp?"

Tsk, just learned a word, then use it indiscriminately.

Ling Junhan hummed, felt the soft hair brushing his neck itchy, his whole body was tense, and he weighed his body.

Don't forget to warn: "You can rub me, but you can't sniff others like this in the future."

Duan Wuxin only heard the first half of the sentence, and moved her head forward a little, leaning against his shoulder and rubbing back and forth.

He grabbed his military discipline button indiscriminately with his hands, trying to force it open, but the button was too tight, so he just let it go.

"The clothes are hard and uncomfortable to rub against."

"I don't have a habit of running naked on the street." Ling Jun held his breath, fearing that the little lunatic would do something out of the ordinary, so he walked faster and strode home.

Duan Wuxin was a little uncomfortable by the unsteady ups and downs, and complained loudly: "This horse is not good, it walks bumpy."

Ling Junhan: "...It would be nice to have it."

"Why are you disobedient, animal? If you don't walk again, I will punish you." Duan Wuxin was addicted to training the beast army recently, and his mind was full of those arrogant animals, talking in a set pattern.

Ling Junhan said lightly: "You reminded me, I will implement the previous punishment tonight."

"Ah yes, punishment..." Duan Wuxin touched him with the tip of his nose, felt the warm temperature on his cheeks, and muttered in a low voice with some doubts, "So it wasn't a horse, it was sir. Sir, I was wrong, although I didn't Know where it is wrong, but it is wrong."

Ling Junhan felt happy physically and mentally when he was called by the officer, and lowered his voice, "Don't worry now, call again later."

He quickly walked into the Marshal's Mansion, and walked straight towards Beishu.

"Going the wrong way, not this way." Duan Wuxin had sharp eyes, and immediately saw something was wrong, "Go towards the middle, you road idiot."

"That's right, I'm pretending, I'll take you to have a look." Ling Junhan walked along the back of the first person, quickened his pace, and walked to the gate of Beishu in 5 minutes.

He pushed open the newly replaced door, and a faint woody fragrance wafted in the air, exuding a very smelly fragrance to cover up the cold smell before.

Except for the background and pattern, almost the whole thing is completely renewed, just like a new house.

Ling Junhan walked around the living room and the kitchen behind his back, pointing at each of them and explaining, "The furniture and carpets have been changed as mentioned before. Let's see, do you like it?"

Duan Wuxin squinted his eyes and looked around, the whole style became a lot warmer, more like the feeling of home.

Especially the carpet covering the living room, with a thick layer of light-colored pile, it looks like it wants to roll in a circle.

"like."

Especially since he obeyed his wishes in everything, it can be seen that this person really has his heart.

"I'll take you upstairs to see the master bedroom." Ling Junhan stepped up the stairs, lowered his eyes and smiled.It was as if a trap had been set long ago, waiting for the prey to fall in by itself.

Sure enough, Duan Wuxin raised his face, stared at the spiral staircase, and said excitedly: "Go, go and have a look."

The bed in the master bedroom has been remade into a larger size, covered with light blue sheets, calming like a sea.

Duan Wuxin was stabbed by a bright light from the corner of his eye, turned his head suddenly, and saw that super big floor-to-ceiling mirror.Across the entire wall, through the moonlight, the movements and expressions of the two were fully revealed.

"This mirror is too big." Duan Wuxin stared at the shining mirror, extremely shocked.

Ling Junhan turned on the bedside lamp, and the room was dyed with a soft light yellow light.

He carefully placed it on the ground, and with a light push, he stuck to the cold mirror.

Duan Wuxin was suddenly touched by the cool touch, she couldn't help shaking, and stared blankly at herself in the mirror.

The exposed skin was very light pink, and under the wrapping of the military uniform, it showed a sense of inappropriate disobedience.

Obviously, Fang's consciousness was still a little confused by the high degree of alcohol, but at this moment he suddenly became clear.

He suddenly realized the so-called punishment, his fingertips slid down, his five fingers clenched together, and shrank together.

Discussing with someone in a low voice, "Well, after drinking, why don't you take a shower first?"

"No, I just like to see you in military uniform." Ling Junhan hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his skinny shoulders, rubbing back and forth.

The cold voice was tinged with hoarseness, "When I was at the execution ground today, watching you give orders made me almost hard."

Duan Wuxin thought of the serious scene during the day, lowered his voice, and complained a little shyly, "It was such a tense atmosphere at the time, how could you do it..."

"When I think that such a cool Major Duan belongs to my family, I can't help it." Ling Junhan asserted himself, tilting his head and lightly touched his blood-red earlobe, put it in his mouth, and sucked it carefully.

His arms tightened, and the whole person was firmly held in his arms, as if coaxing, but also closer to giving instructions: "Major Duan, we will start when we are ready."

Duan Wuxin remained silent, blushing and letting him do whatever he wanted.It's just that the numbness from the earlobe to the tailbone has lost all strength.

He lowered his eyes and stared at Ling Junhan in the mirror. The man was also dressed in a formal suit, and the pale gold badge on his shoulder was the same as he had seen before, shining brightly.

The unreachable person who had searched on the Internet was now gently touching his neck, like a hallucination.

Two pieces of dark blue are overlapped together, regardless of each other, and they are dyed into one piece.

Duan Wuxin turned her head to the side, opened her lips that had become bright red from drinking, and gave him the aftertaste of the wine left in her mouth.

The wine was entangled, and he felt that the kiss was gradually deepening and developing in an uncontrollable direction.

Obviously he still has reason, but at this moment he was ignited by this enthusiasm, and he couldn't help responding.

Maybe everything that happened recently is finally resolved, maybe it's because today is too happy.

In short, he was led to gradually become crazy and out of control.

The military discipline buttons were still fastened, and all the golden buttons were obviously finished, but a shy gap was broken through the well-tailored military trousers.

The big hands with well-defined joints started a strong attack, which brought him joy.

"Can you take it off again..." Duan Wuxin gasped, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

He was an excellent soldier, but at this moment he was extremely ashamed, his army was routed, and the city fell.

Ling Junhan bullied him forcefully, while pressing his index finger against his chin, biting his thin lips on his Adam's apple.

"Don't take it off, that's it." He stared straight at the mirror, loosened the belt on Duan Wuxin's waist, and watched the good-quality army trousers slide down his straight long legs and folded into a ball on the ground .

As far as the eye could see, the skin color spread into an almost transparent whiteness.

Breathing stopped suddenly, five fingers couldn't help holding the white cloud, and squeezed it wantonly, staining it with a layer of light powder.

In the dim light, it looks even more attractive.

Major Duan, who was still extremely arrogant on the battlefield today, has long since lost his flame, and seems to be imprisoned at this moment, helpless.

The combat skills or military strategies he had learned were completely useless, leaving only the shame of being manipulated.

Marshal Ling's military uniform has not retreated, and when he did this, he still brought with him the decisive determination to kill and attack on the battlefield.

He pressed the back of Duan Wuxin's neck, swept his fingertips across the delicate skin, opened up the territory, and attacked.

"Hmm...slow..." Duan Wuxin's speech was already intermittent, and it was extremely difficult.He was covered in thin sweat, and even his fingertips became wet.

The exhaled breath stained the mirror surface, forming a thin layer of mist in an instant.

He was bullied to the point where he could hardly stand still, and the time became infinitely prolonged, breaking into pieces intermittently.

Following strong attacks one after another, his fingertips slid down the glass feebly.

The fog was suddenly slid away, leaving a long and clear finger mark.

Duan Wuxin's legs trembled, and he said softly: "...I can't stand still."

"Then kneel down and grab it." Ling Junhan knelt down on one knee, and stuffed the hem of his shirt, which was too long, into his mouth.

The slipped palm was grasped again, clasped tightly, and pressed against the mirror, fingers intertwined.

Duan Wuxin's lips touched the mirror surface, and the somewhat rough cloth of the military uniform was held in his mouth, and was wetted into a deeper blue.

Staring at himself with wet eyes, like a poor prisoner at the mercy of others.

He thought of that picture for no reason. At this moment, it seemed that the scene was restored, the same scene and posture, and even the clothes were infinitely consistent.

It's just that the touch of reality is far more exciting than the picture.

Ling Junhan seemed to have a tacit understanding, and asked in a low voice: "Do you remember that fanart on the Internet? That's how we are now."

"...I don't remember." Duan Wuxin raised his head impatiently, not forgetting his stubbornness.

Ling Junhan's fingertips landed on the narrow waist, feeling the muscle lines contracted by the other party due to tension, and pressed down lightly.

The waist of the finger was dented into an incredible arc, leaving very faint finger marks.

With a strong sense of aggression in his voice, he laughed muffledly: "So you forgot? Then I'll let you recall."

Duan Wuxin raised her eyes to look at him in panic, at a loss for what to do, even her body began to tremble.

That person was extremely vile, and every time he moved, he would ask repeatedly: "Do you have any impression now?"

Duan Wuxin stared at the well-dressed officer in the mirror begging for mercy, and trembled beggingly from his throat: "I remember...don't be like this."

Ling Junhan didn't know how many times he bent down, bit the medal on Duan Wuxin's shoulder with his lips, and kissed delicately.

His eyes were full of affection, he was kissing his lover, and also his most proud subordinate.

"It seems that I haven't fully remembered it yet. There are other details in the painting, remember?"

There was a silence in the room, only the sound of water that made people blush and unheard sounds remained.

Their every move is reflected in the mirror, and every subtle movement is clearly displayed.

Duan Wuxin raised his almost slack eyes, and glanced at the overlapping figures in the mirror.

He saw that the buttons of the high-ranking marshal were still unfinished, but the military uniform was wrinkled in layers.Seeing his muscular lines undulate from the tight clothes, and the sweat dripping from his no longer calm face, it reveals the loss of control he forcibly endured.

They are extremely arrogant, wearing this inviolable military uniform, but doing the most indecent things.

This contrast makes the heart beat faster, and there is a sudden joy and madness that breaks the taboo.

At this moment, Duan Wuxin's brain has stopped thinking, and she is overwhelmed by boundless pleasure, only Ling Junhan's sexy panting is left in his ear.

"...I can't remember clearly." He bit his lower lip, struggling to hold back the tears that were smearing from the corners of his eyes, his knees were already a little red from the wear.

Ling Junhan pressed his forehead gently with the palm of his hand and pulled it back to avoid hitting the mirror.

He leaned over to remind, but the bullying behavior was completely opposite, "Major Duan, if you act coquettishly with the officer, I will spare you."

Duan Wuxin supported the mirror and turned her head sideways, opened her moist lips, and kissed his cheek, lower lip, and Adam's apple carelessly.

The voice was soft enough to make people want to go crazy, "Sir, please, no...".