【Rebirth】Mermaid brothers love doomed

Stepping into the courtyard gate and looking at the closed door, Yu Qingfeng hesitated.

Even he has things he doesn't want to do.

But Yu Qingfeng thought about it, and pushed the door open and walked in.

So what if you don't want to?

This is the end of the matter, and there is no way to undo it.

The boy on the couch was still asleep, his arms were limp, and his joints had collapsed.

Her hair was messed up in a bun, blood was seeping from the corner of her mouth, her face was covered with bruises, and she looked in a state of embarrassment.

Although Lin Wanjiang didn't use his spiritual power, he did.

This young man is always like this, he gets angry and denies his relatives.

Yu Qingfeng sat on the edge of the collapse, and raised his hand to hold Yan Chang'an's arm, just in time to set the bone before he woke up.

There was a sudden force on the hand, there was a bang at the joint, the boy frowned, and woke up from the pain.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yu Qingfeng, the young man hurriedly got off the bed in a daze, and knelt down with a bang.

Yu Qingfeng lowered his eyes, looked at the young man for a while, and said indifferently: "I am not your teacher, so you don't need to kneel to me."

The young man panicked and hurriedly said, "Elder Yu, Chang'an didn't do it on purpose."

"me......"

How can he explain this?

Now that this is the case, what difference does it make on purpose?

Yu Qingfeng stretched out his hand to help the boy up, and stood beside him to connect his arm.

There was another crisp sound, and the boy trembled in pain, but he clenched his teeth and said nothing.

Yu Qingfeng said calmly: "Jiang'er's attack is a bit heavy, and I hope the young master will take care of him."

As soon as these words came out, the boy's eyes suddenly turned red, his heart ached unbearably, and he didn't dare to show his grievance on his face.

Yu Qingfeng said again: "This arm is still sore and limp just after it is attached, so just stay with me for a few days."

After all, he wanted to turn around and leave.

Yan Changan's eyes panicked, he hurriedly grabbed Yu Qingfeng's sleeve, and said in a trembling voice:

"Yu...Elder Yu, you...you want me."

Yu Qingfeng's eyes trembled, but he saw the young man raised his sore arm and untied his robe tremblingly.

When she had almost undressed herself, she didn't dare to look at Yu Qingfeng, but lay obediently on the couch.

His idea was very simple, he forced Yu Qingfeng, so he wanted to return it.

Maybe that's the case, this person won't be so angry.

As long as Yu Qingfeng stops talking about 'Young Master' one by one.

No matter how he treats him, no matter what he has to bear, he admits it.

Lin Wanjiang was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt an arm around his waist.

Opening her sleepy eyes, Lin Wanjiang looked back, and suddenly met a pair of smiling eyes.

Duan Juechen saw that the person woke up, and said with a smile: "Brother, Ah Chen is hungry."

Lin Wanjiang was stunned for a long while, then kicked the boy violently.

With a bang, Duan Juechen fell to the ground and let out a dull cry of pain.

Lin Wanjiang sat up hastily, looked at Duan Juechen coldly, there was no guilt in her eyes.

He didn't like this person's touch, and he couldn't control his subconscious reaction.

Lin Wanjiang said lightly: "When you're hungry, go to the dining hall. You can also eat leftovers at this hour."

Duan Juechen didn't answer, just staggered to his feet, and was about to climb onto the couch again.

Lin Wanjiang wanted to kick, but Duan Juechen said: "When Master told me, Ah Chen was not asleep yet."

"If Senior Brother doesn't want Ah Chen to live here, Ah Chen has to live in Master's room."

He pointed to his forehead and signaled Lin Wanjiang to check the temperature.

When Lin Wanjiang heard the words, he felt depressed for a while, if he didn't want to add trouble to Yu Qingfeng, he didn't want to compromise either.

Duan Juechen always wants to sue, but he doesn't know if his mind is normal, and what he does is very childish.

Lin Wanjiang turned sideways, gave up a seat, and did not answer.

Duan Juechen smiled and sat beside him, his eyes full of complacency.

He asked: "There is a kitchen in the senior brother's courtyard, what do you want to eat?"

Lin Wanjiang didn't know what he wanted, but said coldly, "I'm not hungry."

After finishing speaking, he lay down on his side, not wanting to waste any more words with this person.

I wanted to continue to sleep, but there was a grunting sound in my stomach.

The young man laughed lowly when he heard it, and Lin Wanjiang was embarrassed on the face.

Before he could speak, the young man smiled and said, "Brother, sleep a little longer, Ah Chen is going to prepare food."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the brocade quilt and covered Lin Wanjiang, and walked out quietly.

Hearing the footsteps drifting away, Lin Wanjiang slowly got up and leaned against the couch.

According to what Duan Juechen meant, he was going to prepare meals for him.

But at this time in the previous life, this person couldn't cook at all.

When he was at home, he was used to being waited on, and he always looked like a young master wherever he went.

The variables in this life are really astonishing.

He had known some things about the Duan family, it was a famous sword-making family in Xianmen.

It is said to be forging swords, but in fact, all kinds of magical weapons and spiritual treasures are involved.

Even Liu Ruyue, the peak master of Zhujian Peak, would visit Duan's house every year to ask for advice from the swordsmith.

Duan Juechen's biological mother died early, but because he was the only son left by his wife, no one in the family dared to despise him.

His father has never remarried, nor has he brought up any of the concubines.

This young man was a young master with a golden spoon in his mouth, and he was born with a bit of arrogance.

The first time I ate his cooking was during pregnancy in my previous life.

From the doctor's diagnosis that he was pregnant, this man seemed to have changed his mind.

Although he is still indifferent to him, he cooks three meals a day, day after day.

Even though tiger poison does not eat its offspring, it turns out that livestock also cherish their offspring.

Lin Wanjiang thinks about this, and forgets all the kindness that this person has towards her, and feels that it is extremely cheap.

Seeing Yan Chang'an lying down, Yu Qingfeng remained silent, just watching him slowly loosen his belt.

His eyes are full of pain, his heart is burning with pain, but his face is still calm, just like his name.

Complicated emotions, guilt towards Yan Guanshan, forbearance towards Lin Wanjiang.

The shame of violating human relations, the fear of violating yin and yang.

How should he convince himself to accept it?

Facing a boy who is so much younger than him, he is still the nephew who he watched grow up.

He raised his hand to untie the development belt, his head was full of black hair, and his white clothes faded, but he didn't want to be stained with dust.

Yu Qingfeng's eyes were dull, and he raised his hand to put down the curtain, and the decadence in the room was covered by the light veil.

The figure in the tent was hazy, looking down at the young man, but his eyes were still closed.

This face was very similar to his mother's, that woman was heroic and valiant, with an alluring appearance.

If he continues to grow up, how many girls will be fascinated by Lan Yan Huan Shui?

Feeling someone touching him, Yan Changan's shoulder blades trembled slightly.

If Yu Qingfeng is willing, he is just too nervous.

Unexpectedly, after a while, Yan Chang'an realized something was wrong, and was about to open his eyes but was blindfolded by a belt.

The young man panicked and said, "Yu...Elder Yu, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was covered by a palm.

A soft voice came from my ear: "Don't open your mouth..."

His voice was hoarse and extremely depressed.

Light sandalwood lingers in the nose, and the man's palm is delicate and his fingers are slender.

The boy suddenly opened his mouth in a moment of demonic hindrance.

The strange touch in the palm of the hand made the person on the body tremble slightly, and then there was another whisper:

"Don't move around..."

Still depressed, mixed with nasal sound.

Yan Chang'an hastily shut up, his heart beating violently like a burst.

He knew what Yu Qingfeng was doing, and wanted to help his waist, but his arms were so weak that he couldn't move.

Duan Juechen didn't go directly to the kitchen, but went to Yuqingfengyuan.

Seeing that the courtyard door was closed tightly in the blue sky and white day, I turned into the courtyard and walked forward slowly, hearing the sound of the bed shaking.

It's extremely light and slow, and anyone who doesn't care will never be able to guess it.

The boy's eyes were dark, and the corners of his lips suddenly curled up, and he turned over the courtyard wall.

After a while, Duan Juechen walked out of the kitchen with a food box in his hand, which contained three dishes and one soup.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw that Lin Wanjiang was already fully dressed, sitting by the window, reading a book in his hand.

"Brother, it's time to eat."

Lin Wanjiang heard the sound, put down the scroll and got up quickly, and sat down at the table.

To be served by others is to 'do not know how to flatter' when you shirk.

Duan Juechen sat aside, opened the food box and served Lin Wanjiang with vegetables.

Stewed mutton, stir-fried vegetables, tender steamed carp, and a cucumber soup.

He knows Lin Wanjiang's preferences better than anyone else.

The room was full of aromas, Lin Wanjiang looked at the light dishes with doubts in his eyes.

He has eaten all of these, and Duan Juechen in his previous life has done it.

Before waiting for the senior brother to ask questions, the young man said calmly:

"My mother is good at these things. She left early, and Ah Chen learned a few things when she missed them."

When Lin Wanjiang heard the words, his doubts gradually disappeared.

Maybe Duan Juechen in his previous life would also do it, but he didn't bother to do it for Lin Wanjiang at first.

The boy took a piece of mutton and put it in Lin Wanjiang's bowl.

Lin Wanjiang was hungry, so he simply gave him face and ate a mouthful.

The familiar taste filled the mouth, and the scene of the past life came lightly.

The man sat at the table and served him dishes with a cold face.

It was noon and the sun was shining brightly.

The dim and mottled light and shadow spilled along the window sill, reflecting on the man's face, his facial features were blurred.

His lower abdomen was slightly distended, and he suffered from nausea every day.

He stood up with his waist and stood up. Although he didn't like the child, he didn't want to starve him either.

The two of them were silent for a meal, but the mutton still tasted good.

He still remembered the taste, the meat was tender and slightly sweet, and the seasoning was extremely light.

The memories gradually dissipated, and my heart turned a thousand times, and I couldn't tell the truth.

"Is it tasty?"

Hearing this whisper, Lin Wanjiang raised his eyes.

The warm sun was shining outside the window, and in the dappled light and shadow, he saw the boy smiling.

A pair of light brown eyes entered the sun, shining brightly and eye-catching.

Reality and memory overlap, like a dream.

Lin Wanjiang smiled and said, "It's extremely unpalatable..."

The bed is shaking slightly, the room is scented with cold sandalwood, and heather flowers are blooming everywhere on the silver plate.

Yu Qingfeng whispered: "How long will it take?"

The voice is very heavy, with a slight vibrato between the questions.

The boy was a little at a loss, and said cautiously: "Very... soon..."

He was afraid that Yu Qingfeng would lose his patience, thinking that he was too young and full of energy.

The man frowned, and the boy was about to move, but he held him down when he wanted to get up several times.

He didn't want to lose the initiative, he was afraid that he would lose control.

However, he was exhausted, but the young man was still full of energy.

Seeing that he did not answer, Yan Changan lowered his voice:

"Would you like me to come? This is too... too slow."

Looking down, the young man's cheeks were flushed, sweat dripped from his forehead, obviously he had endured to the limit.

Gently flicking her black hair, Yu Qingfeng panted lightly while supporting the wall.

I was tangled in my heart for a while, and suddenly asked: "If you come, how long will it take?"