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Thunder was rolling outside, and dark clouds swept across the sky in an instant.

The raindrops crackled down.

The windows with good sound insulation in the house are tightly closed to isolate the sound of the violent rain.

After a gentle closing sound of the door, the surroundings became as quiet as a stagnant pool of calm water.

The pretty little boy was held by pale hands, unable to break free.

Wen Tian blushed, and lay uncomfortably on Jiang Jing Kuantuo's shoulders, exhaling the hot aroma, and still tied the things left outside: "Okay, I haven't picked up the suitcase yet."

Jiang Jing's eyes were gloomy and cold, his jaw was tense, like an unattainable god who controls the life and death of mortals, he lifted Wen Tian up, and his tone was flat: "I admire you very much, and now I still have the mood to care about other things." .”

Wen Tian bit his lip, curled his fingers, and said weakly: "But if you put it outside, someone will take it away."

Jiang Jing's expression was unclear, she held down Wen Tian's dangling white legs, walked all the way to the bedroom, loosened her slender hands, and put Wen Tian on the carpet.

Wen Tian was so delicate that he felt dizzy when he was thrown. He grabbed a bit of the bed sheet with his fingers and groaned sullenly. He even curled up his toes in pure white cotton socks.

After enduring the dizziness, Wen Tian tried to stand up with his wet eyes open, but he failed to stand firmly and went limp again.

Wen Tian snatched Jiang Jing's fingers, and shouted with a pale face, "...Admiral."

Jiang Jing glanced at him, and picked him up under Wen Tian's hopeful eyes. The next second, that gentle strength disappeared without a trace. Jiang Jing's expression was full of inhuman coldness, and he threw Wen Tian heavily To the soft bed.

Wen Tian was thrown in a daze for a moment, and then remembered that Jiang Jing was angry now.

But no matter how angry you are, you don't have to be so fierce.

Wen Tian pursed his lips, his eye circles were red, and he pursed his mouth in grievance.

He has a physique that is easy to face when he is wronged, tears fall when he speaks, Jiang Jing stared at him for a while, then sat up with his knees pressed against the edge of the bed.

Wen Tian's heartbeat paused for a moment, Jiang Jing's breath was suppressed and evenly long, he couldn't help but clenched Wen Tian's fragile and soft wrist, pulled it to the top of his head, lowered his head to find Wen Tian's mouth, squeezed the wet and soft lips, and swallowed the sweet water urgently .

Wen Tian had already made preparations in advance, but he still didn't expect Jiang Jing to use such force.

Wen Tian cried and said "no" at first, and after realizing that he couldn't shake the man, Wen Tian choked up and reached for his arm.

But in exchange for Jiang Jing's terrifying look and even crazier treatment.

No matter what Wen Tian did or how he said it, Jiang Jing would only become more and more fierce.

Wen Tian's lips were numb from being sucked, his head was a little dizzy, he couldn't think about anything, he just bit his lips numbly.

Jiang Jing let him go at first, but after seeing Wen Tian bit his mouth to bleed, he frowned and stopped him coldly, "Open your mouth."

Wen Tian was sobbing, and he let go of his lower lip on conditional trigger.

He pulled Jiang Jing's bony hand weakly, and cried softly: "General, don't do this, I won't leave, I won't leave..."

After a few hours, Jiang Jing finally heard what she wanted to hear from him, and stopped deliberately biting Wen Tian, ​​lowered her eyes slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "What else?"

Wen Tian bit his lip, shamelessly said what Jiang Jing was doing now, and said in a soft voice, "Don't, don't..."

After all, he is a conservative little boy, so he can't say anything.

Jiang Jing didn't force him anymore.

Slightly wet black hair hangs down in front of the eyes, and the thin white eyelids are half closed.

Jiang Jing's gaze slipped down, and he paused for a while on Wen Tian's body. He slowly leaned over and touched Wen Tian's lips, "Kiss again for a while..."

Dark clouds rolled in from a distance, and the muffled thunder hidden in the depths kept bursting.

Half the room was shrouded in gloom. At this moment, there was the sound of iron tools clinking in the kitchen, and the man asked annoyed and helpless questions.

"...Why are you willing to talk?"

Jiang Jing looked down at Wen Tian, ​​frowned slightly and said, "Are you planning to do this all the time?"

Wen Tian was holding the hot water bottle, pouring milk into the bag with his right hand pinching the slit, buried his head very low, and refused to pay attention to Jiang Jing.

Jiang Jing put her fingers against the edge of the kitchen counter, watched Wen Tian busy, wanted to help Wen Tian but refused.

He really wanted to help, and he really wanted Wen Tian to talk, but every time he reached out his hand, Wen Tian would just ignore it.

Being used to Wen Tian's soft appearance, Jiang Jing was a little at a loss when he suddenly became so tough.

If he had known that he couldn't coax him well now, he wouldn't have been so ruthless a few hours ago.

So far, Wen Tian hasn't spoken a word to him since he left the room.

Wen Tian warmed up the milk, poured it into a glass bottle, picked it up and walked past Jiang Jing without even giving him a look.

Jiang Jing frowned and followed.

The man who is 1.9 meters tall is behind the little boy, and all he can think about is how to make him speak.

After only four or five hours, the identities of the two people in the room were completely reversed.

Wen Tian's pretty face is still red, his eyes are slightly misty and wet, and his mouth is not only red but also a little bit torn, like a fruit that has been smashed and overflowing with juice.

He originally wanted to go straight back to the room, but his legs were too sore, so he took the next best thing and nestled on the sofa.

Jiang Jing followed and sat down, her long legs were next to Wen Tian's soft white legs, Wen Tian pursed her lips, sat down on the empty side with a sullen face, like avoiding the plague.

The evasive attitude is very obvious, the kind that a fool can see on the bright side.

Jiang Jing: "..."

"I was wrong just now, I apologize."

Jiang Jingru's shaved face was slightly tilted, and he didn't dare to get too close to Wen Tian, ​​fearing that he would run away again, so he could only sit on the edge aggrieved, "How can you calm down, you always have to tell me, I Just known."

Wen Tian's slender eyelashes curled up, but he still didn't speak.

Jiang Jing spent half of his life's patience here, even when dealing with official duties, he had never been so patient. He stared at Wen Tian's beautiful red face that had been spoiled before, thinking about how to coax people to speak.

Wen Tian spread out all his hobbies in his mind over and over again, and finally, Jiang Jing held back unwillingness and anger, and whispered: "I will buy you biscuits tomorrow."

Wen Tian seemed to be moved by the conditions he said, glanced at him with her beautiful eyes and lowered herself.

Jiang Jing caught his little action and continued to add chips to the conditions just now, "I will buy it in the morning."

Wen Tian lowered his red eyes, opened his lips a little, and said in a very low voice: "I don't want to talk to you..."

His breath was still a little unsteady, and he choked up when he spoke. His originally soft voice had long been hoarse from crying.

Jiang Jing glanced at the pitiful red mark on his leg, her throat moved, and she asked pointingly, "Why, is it because the leg still hurts?"

Wen Tian was stunned for a moment, his palm-sized face was originally abnormally colored, but after he asked that sentence, it turned even redder.

He held the glass bottle tightly, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito, "Listen, I don't understand what you are talking about..."

Seeing that he was finally willing to communicate, Jiang Jing stopped talking meaningless words and asked while the iron was hot, "Then tell me, why do you want to move away?"

Wen Tian twitched his eyelashes, buried his head in drinking the milk, and returned to the state of ignoring others.

"Speak before you drink."

Jiang Jing frowned, resisting the urge to take the cup away, stared at Wen Tian and said, "Forget it, you drink first."

Although Jiang Jing was in a hurry, she also knew that she couldn't be in a hurry now.

It's like building a nest and putting some carrots in it. It takes time to slowly lure the little rabbit in the distance. If you speak louder or rush, it will scare it away.

Wen Tian glanced at him leisurely, lowered her head and started drinking.

He had a sleepy expression, as if his energy had been sucked away, but he was still charming. Jiang Jing watched silently, his Adam's apple slowly slipped, and his lips were pursed forbearance.

After Wen Tian drank a few more sips, and some blood returned to his face, Jiang Jing opened his mouth to ask, but the weather was not good, and the doorbell suddenly rang a few times, interrupting his speech.

Jiang Jing glanced sideways at the door, frowned slightly, paused for two seconds and said coldly, "I'll go and open the door."

Wen Tian pursed his broken lips and didn't reply, his leg hurt so badly that he didn't care who would knock on the door at such a late hour.

Jiang Jing stared at him for a few seconds, seeing that he had no intention of speaking, the words lingered on the tip of her tongue for a long time before swallowing them in frustration.

Turning around, walking slowly to the door, unscrewing the lock, and pulling the door open.

Fu Huaixu at the door was forced to twitch his eyebrows by the steam that hit his face.

The man who opened the door for him had just taken a shower, his pajamas were loosely covered, and his collar was slightly open, revealing a long neck.There were a few red scratches under the neckline, and it was not difficult to see what had been done before.

As if something was hooked on it, Fu Huaixu unconsciously turned his eyes and looked into the living room.

There was nothing to block him, and he saw the poor little one nestled on the sofa at a glance. The poor little girl didn't look over, her dark and wet eyelashes were drooping slightly, and she was holding hot milk in both hands, drinking it slowly. Take a bite and stop.

He was only wearing a thin unlined garment, his snow-white neck was covered with sticky sweat, the corners of his eyes were wet and red, and his red lips were swollen.

Looking down, there are two pairs of legs that are close together. The front of the knee is pink and white, and now it is covered with red marks and a little bit bruised.

This is only exposed and visible.

It's already so pitiful.

Fu Huaixu's throat was pressed down and pressed down, and the lips seemed to be dry and irritable without water lubrication.

The eyes behind the lens were shining faintly, and just about to look again, the man in front of him suddenly moved his body intentionally, completely blocking his sight before stopping.

"Do you know what time it is?" Jiang Jing said lightly to Fu Huaixu with her thin white eyelids slightly covered.

Fu Huaixu was startled.

The man who was humble inside just now changed his appearance, his face was frighteningly cold.He was taller than Fu Huaixu, looking at Fu Huaixu from a high position, his eyes under his forehead were as pale as frost and snow.

Jiang Jingxuan clicked on the mechanical watch on the wall, and his voice was still hoarse: "It's two thirty in the middle of the night."

"I hope you can come up with a reason for knocking on the door that I can accept."