The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

Wang Xiuming was taken aback again, he felt that he had misunderstood Junior Brother Kong before:

——Master, the old man clearly said that Junior Brother Kong is cold and indifferent... But... who is this black-bellied young man who wants to take the opportunity to ruin himself...

...

Ding Baocheng was stupefied by the stone in his dream. The stone was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

He felt that he couldn't breathe and could only open his mouth to breathe through his mouth. Unexpectedly, the stone was so precise that it blocked his mouth.

Ding Baocheng was so angry that he raised his hand and squeezed the spell to turn the stone spirit into a pig and hugged it in his arms.

Feeling the pig in his arms is soft and slippery... Ding Baocheng opened his eyes a little, and saw that the pig was no more than half an arm long, tender and lovely, smelling delicious, it must be delicious when cooked.

It's just that the eyes are not very kind, cold...

Why does a pig want such cold eyes?Not cute at all, one star bad review.

Ding Baocheng was very sleepy, turned over, pressed him under the quilt, wrapped him in his arms, kissed the pig's mouth, and began to sleep with his eyes closed.

He seemed to hear the little pig grunting, and he murmured: "Don't bark, you're sleepy..."

The pig seemed to be able to understand human words. Seeing that he was too sleepy, he nestled in his arms obediently and began to sleep obediently.

The next day, Ding Baocheng slept soundly. When he woke up, he turned over a big word, but he heard a fleshy thing hit his arm, and there was a slightly painful pig cry: "Say—"

How did the pig climb the bed?No...the key is why are there pigs on board?Ding Baocheng got up in a daze of fright, turned his head and saw a pink and tender head crawling out from under the quilt, Ding Baocheng's heart almost melted in an instant.

He didn't care where the pig came from, he lay on the bed and looked at the cold-eyed little Leng pig, and tapped its little nose with his finger: "Why do you look... so cute?"

When the little pig heard his ears move, he snorted.

The little milk voice is also very cute... Ding Baocheng covered his heart like an old mother, pulled its two front hooves and dragged it to his eyes: "Where did you come from? Do you have a master?"

Ding Baocheng's eyes lit up: "It's definitely not! Then it's mine. I dreamed of one. The meat is very delicious."

As soon as the little piglet kicked its hoof vigorously, it began to whine and chirp.

"Can you still understand human language?" Ding Baocheng hurriedly hugged him in his arms comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't worry, I won't eat you..." He said in a low voice: "You can't eat now." A few ounces of meat, it won't be too late to eat after fattening up."

The little piggy moved its ears, and immediately struggled harder.

"Hungry..." Ding Baocheng licked the corners of his mouth and got up to wash up. Fearing that his pig would run away, he tied the pig by its legs to the head of the bed with a belt. He stroked the pig's head: "Be obedient and wait for me to come back." .”

Zhuzhu opened his teeth and gently bit his finger.

Ding Baocheng thought it didn't want to leave by itself, so he opened its mouth: "Come right back, don't make trouble."

After Ding Baocheng finished washing, he came back and saw the little pig trying to grab the rope under the bed, so he quickly hugged it in his arms, "Azhu, you will fall if you do this."

In Kong Mingfan's heart, ten thousand grass-mud horses galloped wildly. He... no, it was the moment it was turned into a pig by Ding Baocheng last night.

It never expected that, just as it was getting better and better lying on Ding Baocheng's body, its body suddenly shrank into...a, head, pig?

And the thing that makes me feel extremely regretful is that yesterday when I took off my clothes, I threw them away casually, and after taking off all my clothes, I patronized my husband, and ended up throwing all the clothes into the gap between the bed and the cabinet next to me...

——As long as you leave a piece of clothing by your side, it's good, so that Ding Baocheng also knows what stupid things he did yesterday. This pig is actually not a pig, but Lao Tzu!

Kong Mingfan actually wanted to pull out the shoes he took off under the bed just now, but his small mouth only caught a little bit of the upper of the boots exposed under the bed, and then Ding Baocheng came back, all previous efforts were wasted.

So Kong Mingfan is now lying in Ding Baocheng's arms and being fed milk with a spoon by him. It hangs its head, hoping that someone will find out that he is missing soon, and Ding Baocheng will suddenly realize that he has turned into a pig... a pig .

But the sky failed as people wished, Kong Mingfan stayed on from morning to noon, and everyone basked on the deck together, but no one noticed that he was missing, not even Ding Bao!

Kong Mingfan was very upset and felt that he was being left out.

Su Qian said, "I don't seem to have seen Ming Banner? What about others?"

Ding Baocheng's expression froze, and then he looked at the sparkling sea indifferently and said nothing, stroking the pig in his arms.

Su Qian got up and said, "I'll go to his room to see if he's sick."

Kong Mingfan's ears perked up: Su Qian, you are really my good cousin, although you are not close.

Wang Xiuming raised his hand to grab Su Qian's sleeve, glanced at Ding Baocheng, who was having a great time stroking pigs alone, and said firmly, "Probably not, probably because he was a little tired last night. Just let him have a good rest, don't worry about it." to bother."

Su Qian heard the words and sat down again.

Kong Mingfan lost his temper completely: "..." Silently wrote down an account for Wang Xiuming, and next time he must speak ill of him in front of Lin Jin intentionally or unintentionally.

Su Qian also seemed to be attracted by the pig in Ding Baocheng's arms. He leaned over and touched its head: "It's really interesting, why didn't I see you bring it out before?"

Ding Baocheng was afraid that someone would know that he had picked up the pig, so he thought for a second, even if he found out, he wouldn't return it. How could the pig that slept in his bed be returned?

impossible.

Therefore, Ding Baocheng, who is ignorant and shameless when picking up pigs, said with reason and evidence: "It's lazy and whimpers when it comes out. It likes to move a little in the past two days, so I took it out for a walk."

Su Qian touched its nose, rubbed her fists and said, "Can I hug you?"

"It's afraid of strangers, so I just let me hold it." Ding Baocheng said and stuffed the pig into his arms.

Su Qian was about to speak when she heard Wang Xiuming cough lightly. She turned her head to see him secretly arranging his clothes and hair. Following his gaze, he saw a person coming from the opposite boat.

Lin Jin jumped over the wooden bridge and walked through the crowd to Ding Baocheng, "Wow! What a big pig."

Ding Baocheng put his hand to his lips: "Hush, keep your voice down."

Lin Jin blinked: "What? Why are you whispering, you stole this pig?"

Ding Baocheng's expression changed slightly, "No, it's too timid to be scared."

Lin Jin: "Give me a hug."

Ding Baocheng handed it over: "Be careful."

Su Qian: "You just said that it is afraid of strangers and won't let people hug it..."

Ding Baocheng: "Lin Jin is not human."

Lin Jin looked at the pig in his hand, neither put it down nor hugged it: "..."

Kong Mingfan fell into Lin Jin's arms and struggled hard. Lin Jin pinched the back of his neck tightly and almost suffocated. He felt that he was so close to death.

Ding Baocheng couldn't stand it anymore, and finally said: "Give it to me and don't play it to death."

Lin Jin squeezed the pig's hand with a lot of enthusiasm, and then handed Kong Mingfan to Ding Baocheng to hold: "I will also buy this kind of piglet to raise later. It is cute when I was young and can be eaten when I grow up. It is a good deal."

When Kong Mingfan heard the words, he refused hoarsely: "Hang, hang, hang—"

Ding Baocheng pressed the back of Kong Mingfan's fate, and discussed with him deeply: "How much do you think my pig can grow?"

Lin Jin rubbed his chin: "Well... at least it weighs a hundred and eighty catties, right?"

Ding Baocheng: "I will learn from your good words."

Wang Xiuming coughed lightly, and Lin Jin took a look at him, leaned over and asked, "Did you send me back last night?"

Wang Xiuming avoided his face, which was close at hand, and said in a low voice, "You're drunk."

Lin Jin let out an "oh", lowered his eyes a little, not knowing what he was thinking, he got up and sat down next to Su Qian, "What do you think of Master Xuan?"

Su Qian couldn't understand his strange way of striking up a conversation: "Huh?"

"Master Xuan said he likes you very much, let me ask you." Lin Jin looked at Su Qian with a smile.

The corner of Su Qian's mouth twitched and she looked up at the tall and cold man standing not far away staring at them, and tried to keep smiling: "I'm a man... Could it be that Master Xuan is my brother? He looks quite old Yes, it hasn't passed yet, so there are no flowers growing on the forehead?"

Lin Jin almost didn't laugh out loud, he tried his best to hold back his laughter and said, "No, you are wrong, of course Lord Xuan is also a man, but for him, as long as he is good-looking, he can be a brother or not. Accept. Didn't he ask you last night? You are unmarried and he is unmarried, which is quite appropriate..."

Su Qian interrupted his voice acting, and arched her hand holding the folding fan: "This...Brother Lin, he can accept it, but I can't. If there is anything he misunderstood, please tell me that it's not my fault. No matter how much time you spend on yourself, it’s impossible for him and me to. That’s it, I think I still have something to do, so I’ll take my leave first.”

Lin Jin waved at Su Qian's back. Seeing that he was powerless, he turned around and saw Ding Baocheng's face, which was trying to hold back a smile. They looked at each other, and finally couldn't help laughing.

Wang Xiuming pinched Fuchen and glanced at Xuan Lang, who was looking at them with an extremely cold face, and said in a deep voice, "Your Master Xuan still wants to plot against Su Qian? Let him die as soon as possible."

Lin Jin smiled, displeased: "The king is always in charge of everything, so it's your turn to take care of everyone else's affairs?"

Wang Xiuming was a little embarrassed by him: "I..."

Lin Jin ignored him, got up and said to Ding Baocheng: "The task is completed, I'm leaving first, and I have to go back and report to Master Xuan."

Ding Baocheng bid him farewell and walked back with the pig in his arms.

Seeing Lin Jin approaching, Xuan Lang blushed slightly on his cold handsome face: "What did he say?"

Lin Jin reported truthfully and added fuel and vinegar: "He said that you look very old, and he doesn't care about you, and it made you die of old age."

Xuan Lang: "..."

...

"My dear pig, don't jump down, I won't be responsible for the fall." Ding Baocheng went back to the house, put the pig on the table and began to take off his clothes after telling him.

He had asked the kitchen staff to boil a bucket of water and brought it, so he took off his clothes and planned to take a bath.

Kong Mingfan looked at the thin legs and slender waist, the two buttocks were very attractive, and suddenly his nose was hot.

【Finish】

The author's gossip: I am about to die laughing at my little uncle's pig body, or let him be a pig for the rest of his life?

Kong Mingfan: Hang up! (I do not want!)

Ding Baocheng: Where did my pig go?Coin thrower, have you seen my pig?