When a ruffian meets a veteran

Ling Jianuo waited for Tang Wenjie to fall asleep before leaving. He never felt that Tang Wenjie was a man who was too strong to be weak, so he got used to being by Tang Wenjie's side when Tang Wenjie was weak, and doing what he could for him. matter.

But this time, it was the most absent-minded time he accompanied, he couldn't help thinking about the old duck soup that Mi Yanchen made for him.

When the door opened, Tang Wenjie grumbled and moved his eyelids, but finally fell asleep.

When Ling Jianuo returned to California, it was already dark, and his anxiety seemed to have reached its peak, and he ran from the gate to the second floor in one breath.

Mi Yanchen was squinting his eyes and watching TV, Zhang Xiaodong and Yue'er were leaning on him from left to right, feeling a little abandoned and dependent on him for warmth.

Xu Yi was sitting on the sofa on the other side, when he heard the noise, he raised his eyes to see him enter the room, and stood up immediately, "Brother Jianuo, you are back!"

Zhang Xiaodong and Yue'er also bounced off Mi Yanchen's body, shouting even more exaggeratedly: "Brother Jianuo (little brother), you are back!"

Ling Jianuo was still panting, and didn't care about them.

Mi Yanchen turned his head over, stared at him with dark eyes and asked, "Are you back?"

Didn't he come back?To say that Xu Yi's "You're back" was a bit joyful, but that Yue'er and Zhang Xiaodong's were obviously both surprised and delighted.As for Mi Yanchen's, Ling Jianuo couldn't say it well, he always felt that it was mixed with too many emotions, and Wei Wei could still hear a little sour taste and dissatisfaction.

Ling Jianuo's expression was tangled for a while, and he also knew that he was wrong. Everyone asked him "I'm back." It was so sudden.

"Well, I'm back." With a soft voice, Ling Jianuo's tense muscles instantly relaxed, and his whole body was exhausted and relaxed. He walked over, stood behind the sofa, and touched the back of the sofa. Putting Zhang Xiaodong's head close to Mi Yanchen's ear, he said, "Where's the stewed duck for me, I'm so hungry."

The warm and moist breath sprayed into his ears, Mi Yanchen's mood cleared up, his body like a hill stood up, and he waved his hands boldly, "Dinner is ready!"

"Oh... dinner is ready!" Zhang Xiaodong cheered, and Yue'er cheered after him.

Xu Yi went into the kitchen to help serve the dishes, Ling Jianuo took off his coat, went over and hugged Yue'er to sit at the table, saw Mi Yanchen brought out a casserole, quickly brought him a bamboo mat, and asked, "Mama Zhang Xiaodong?" at home?"

"Well, her natal family also has relatives." Originally, Zhang Xiaodong was going to be brought there, but the child saw that the family had prepared delicious food, so he refused to go anyway.Mi Yanchen put down the casserole, went in again and came out with four dishes in both hands.

Zhang Xiaodong's mouth is watering, a casserole of old duck soup, a large plate of spicy cold chicken, a portion of boiled pork slices, a portion of braised beef and potatoes, fried chicken offal and a portion of tender peas.

Looking at the dishes on the table, Ling Jianuo felt instantly rejoiced, if he didn't come back today, he would have missed such a sumptuous dinner.In addition, there are some more fortunate thoughts, but he didn't go into it.

He thought that his fear of disappointment had actually existed for a long time, and the longer he lived in California, the stronger the concern he wanted to cherish and reluctant to let go.

He used to be a person who was afraid of being restrained. Even when facing Tang Wenjie, he didn't like being completely controlled. He had the freedom that he insisted on that was different from ordinary people.But now, in this warm hotel, he is willing to indulge himself.

He is earning, not losing!Ling Jianuo said to himself.

Xu Yi put the rice cooker liner with the lid on the table, and brought out the bowls and chopsticks to serve everyone rice.Thinking about the drink, Zhang Xiaodong took the initiative to arrange the cups according to the seats.

"Wine or drink?" Mi Yanchen asked Ling Jianuo while offering orange juice to a few children.

Ling Jianuo stared at the casserole and swallowed, heard the words and looked up at him, then continued to stare at the casserole, "I want to drink soup."

Mi Yanchen gritted his teeth, poured out the drink, went back into the room and took a bowl, scooped up half a bowl of soup and put it in front of him, "Drink it, be careful, it's hot, it's been boiled for six hours."

The tone of the second half of his sentence is not difficult to hear the meaning of begging for praise.

Ling Jianuo blew on it, took a sip from the bowl, and immediately the pores of his comfort opened up, and the warmth spread to his heart, which could not dissipate for a long time.

Mi Yanchen saw him squinting his eyes and enjoying himself, and the rest of the sadness disappeared, so he roared angrily, "Eat!"

"Eat!" Zhang Xiaodong yelled, stood up and put a chicken thigh in the bowl, half of the meat was lost in one bite.

Ling Jianuo saw that he and Yue'er were both devouring the food, although he knew it was because of the delicious food and the two children's eating habits that were misled by Mi Yanchen, but he still felt distressed for a while.

"Why don't you have dinner earlier if you're hungry? If I don't come back, you won't have to be hungry all the time."

The previously lively atmosphere suddenly cooled down a bit. Xu Yi opened his mouth and glanced at him, then went to look at Mi Yanchen, and finally bowed his head to eat.

Zhang Xiaodong's mouth was full of oil, and he was not affected at all.

Ling Jianuo looked embarrassed at Mi Yanchen who put down his chopsticks and picked up a cup to drink.

On the other hand, Yue'er was full of sorrow, looking at Ling Jianuo and said softly: "No, uncle said that if the little brother doesn't come back, we will eat by ourselves, but on the [-]th day, the little brother left dumplings for uncle until twelve o'clock , So, today we also leave food for the little brother until twelve o'clock."

Nuo stared blankly at Mi Yanchen.

Mi Yanchen glanced at him, took a chopstick of boiled meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

After a while, Ling Jianuo reached out to rub Yue'er's hair, "The little princess is really amazing, she can speak such long sentences."

Being praised by her little brother, Yue'er raised her fair and tender face and smiled sweetly at him.

Mi Yanchen's eating and drinking actions paused for a moment, and he seemed to be ruthless again. He grabbed the duck head from the casserole with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and chewed it until it was smashed!

Ling Jianuo didn't seem to notice, and continued to pick out his favorite food, and when the meal was over, several of them were exhausted at different levels.

The dishes are not washed, no one really wants to move.Ling Jianuo guessed that Mi Yanchen must still retain his fighting power, but now he was so strong that he didn't even want to command.

When Feng Xiuxiu came back, he saw several people huddled in a row, slumped on the sofa watching TV.

Ling Jianuo sat in the middle, Yue'er and Zhang Xiaodong stuck to him on the left and right, holding his clothes with their hands, then Xu Yi and Mi Yanchen, there was obviously an empty sofa next to them, but they insisted on squeezing On that four-seater sofa, it looked very cozy, but it was somewhat irritating to Feng Xiuxiu.

"It's all here, have you eaten yet?"

"Aunt Xiu." Xu Yi looked back and called lazily.

Mi Yanchen said casually: "We ate, how about you, have you eaten?"

"Well, we ate at San Niang's house at noon and night," Feng Xiuxiu said, seeing that Mi Yanchen didn't have the desire to speak, she automatically omitted the rest of the words.

Habitually went into the kitchen to look, and simply rolled up his sleeves to wash the dishes.When she came out, Mi Yanchen and Ling Jianuo were gone, so the three children just dozed off on the sofa.

She walked over and pushed Xu Yi, "Wash up and go back to bed." Then she carried Yue'er and walked into her room. When passing by Mi Yanchen's room, she paused and walked over.

Ling Jianuo was lying on Mi Yanchen's lap with his bare buttocks, and heard footsteps passing by. After a while, the door was opened, and he looked back at Mi Yanchen while supporting himself, "Come on, I know you are holding your breath."

"Hmph..." Mi Yanchen looked at him proudly with that contemptuous look, and raised his hand to slap him.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, Ling Jianuo flicked his butt.

He smiled, lowered his head, propped up the slippers on the ground with one hand, and hugged Mi Yanchen's leg with the other.

Mi Yanchen slapped again, seeing that both buttocks were a bit rouge, and asked bitterly, "What are you doing so self-consciously today? I don't know, but there are still times when you beg for a beating?"

Ling Jianuo didn't raise his head, his face was facing the floor, but his expression was very docile, "I know you don't want to see him, but he has taken care of me for several years after all, I'll hit you a few times to let you vent your anger."

"Slap!" Mi Yanchen slapped again, his voice even more sour, "Why am I angry, I can't hit you even if I am angry."

Ling Jianuo smiled brightly at the floor, but his body was still stable. He didn't put half of his body on the bed today. With his height, it was uncomfortable to lie on Mi Yanchen's legs, and his hands and feet had to bear most of the weight.

However, today he took the initiative.

Seeing that Mi Yanchen was still not relieved, he continued to work hard and said, "Well, you don't need to spank me to vent your anger. I'm not good enough, so I beg you to spank my ass."

Mi Yanchen's big hand on his butt suddenly didn't know what was wrong, is the person lying on the stomach still Ling Jianuo?Who dares to beat his ass, a little wild cat that can jump up and kick people away?

The style of painting is not right!

Uncle Mi looked at his big hands on his white buttocks and hesitated a bit, whether to hit him or not.

Ling Jianuo didn't wait for him to continue, so he had to add more fire, "Uncle, I was wrong, I will report first when I go out in the future, I won't let you wait at home and worry, ang~~~"

Ling Jianuo deliberately imitated Yue'er's soft and cute voice, and almost sweetened himself to death after speaking.

Mi Yanchen shuddered, couldn't bear to look directly at him and said, "Little guy, this style doesn't suit you."

Ling Jianuo suddenly became playful, and turned his head affectionately, and gave him a wink, that kind of flirtatious...

Mi Yanchen's mouth was twitched as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he raised his hand and slapped it down, with much stronger force, "If you're wrong, don't reflect on yourself, you dare to seduce me!"

"Clap clap clap..."

Ling Jianuo's wish came true this time, Mi Yanchen beat him so fast and hard that his butt bounced a little too fast, and before he could fully bounce, he was beaten down again.

He was also stubborn, saying that he was here to ask for a beating, and his buttocks were hot and painful, but he didn't move.

Mi Yanchen started to feel it, and after stopping his hands, he pinched his red buttocks with his big hands, bumped, squeezed and deformed, and his fingers began to feel back and forth in the ravine.

Ling Jianuo grabbed his knees and got up, standing in front of him with his pants hanging, looking down at his bright eyes, "I can't do it today, I'm too stuffed, I almost vomited on my stomach just now, if you want to do it , it is designated to be stabbed to..." Poo...

"Shut up, you don't think it's disgusting." Mi Yanchen interrupted: "I won't do anything today, let's go take a shower and go to bed early, I think you are almost tired and close your eyes."

Ling Jianuo had already seen him pitching the tent, and was so happy that he threw himself on him, "You carry me in to wash, my butt hurts, and I can't walk."

Mi Yanchen covered his buttocks with his big hands, and it was really hot. He hugged him horizontally and said, "How long is he going to stay here, are you going out these few days?"

"Well," Ling Jianuo kissed him on the lips, comforting him: "Brother Can's matter, he is not feeling well, according to his temper, he will leave when he feels comfortable."

"You do understand him." After finishing speaking, Mi Yanchen regretted it. He felt that he was really hypocritical today, and he was sour.

"Do you have an opinion?" Ling Jianuo raised his eyebrows, his style changed instantly, and the painting style of the little sheep being beaten immediately changed to a glamorous kaolin flower.

Mi Yanchen threw the man to sit on the washstand, jumped on him viciously, and said sinisterly: "If you don't hit me for three days, you will be punished if you go to the house to expose the roof tiles."

"Damn!" Ling Jianuo pushed his head vigorously, and shouted angrily: "Mi Yanchen, let go...Damn, damn it, you really bite."