Tigers ban coveting

It's annoying, stop touching it.

Duan Wuxin struggled back and forth, to no avail.

The forehead was completely stuck by the crack of the door, and it became difficult to even breathe.

He waved his paws and struggled to pull the tall gates on both sides without moving.

What rubbish quality, broken door.

As a last resort, Duan Wuxin could only speak, and asked for help outside the court: "Help me, open the door, my head is stuck."

As soon as the words fell, the crowd in front of them was pushed away by a pair of big hands.

His sight was blocked, and he could only see the dark black coat approaching him, with a very faint smell of tobacco on him.

"Don't move, I'll help you get it out." Ling Junhan gently rubbed the tips of his ears with the palm of his hand, erasing the traces of other people's touch.

With his hands stuck in the crack of the door, he pushed the door to both sides vigorously. After a few bangs, the heavy door revealed a bigger gap.

Duan Wuxin moved back slowly, and Hutou was finally rescued.

He raised his claws and rubbed his tingling neck, blinking his eyes slowly.

Seeing the person coming, he looked a little embarrassed.

He lowered his head, not daring to look closely at Ling Junhan's expression, maybe it was teasing, maybe it was joking.

Getting caught ordering takeout is embarrassing.

After several seconds, Duan Wuxin lowered his voice with a sullen head, "Thank you."

"This door is very heavy. It usually takes several guards to open it together. Be careful next time." Ling Junhan raised his chin and checked left and right, but luckily it was not scratched.

The delivery staff next to him finally got to see the complete Duan Wuxin, standing in the dark night, his hair blown by the night wind, his aura was completely different from that of the Hanhan who was just stuck.

"Ah, it's the first time I've seen a live one, and this order was not in vain."

"It's really Duan Wuxin, even whiter than in the live broadcast, and he didn't even look beautiful!"

"Because of the wishing baby, I decided not to wash my hands for three days."

"If you don't wash it for three days, you will be complained by customers."

After listening to all kinds of rainbow farts, Duan Wuxin asked calmly, "Can you give me the takeaway?"

"Come, come, take it, it's a bit heavy."

A lot of food was handed over at the same time, and Duan Wuxin obviously couldn't hold it with his mouth.

It was really heavy. I was a bit overwhelmed when I placed the order, and I didn't leave room for myself.

"Xinxin, you eat so much by yourself?" Someone asked curiously.

Duan Wuxin pretended to be calm, and hummed, "Hoard goods in winter."

"Oh, but the takeaway will go bad."

"...Don't ask so many questions."

Duan Wuxin directly cut off the topic, not wanting to talk further.

It's just that he was worried that so much food, in large and small bags, was really an exaggeration.

If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't consume it violently.

"I'll get it for you." Seeing how hard he was struggling, Ling Junhan stretched out his hand to take it.

Duan Wuxin turned his head stubbornly and declined the kindness.

Forget it, it’s a waste to take it back and eat it up.

He randomly grabbed two bags of food and looked up at the crowd: "Everyone has worked hard, these food are for you."

"Send, send us?"

"It's not easy for you to wear the stars and wear the moon and work in the winter."

Ignoring the irritability of being rubbed on the head just now, Duan Wuxin bit the bullet and acted like a good tiger.

There's no way to admit it, just because Ling Jun was outraged by the cold, he ordered the order in anger.

"That's so embarrassing..."

"Here, I'm leaving." Duan Wuxin took two bags of takeaway in her mouth, shook her head arrogantly, and quickly slipped through the door.

However, it seems that I overestimated myself. There are only two bags of food, and I can't carry them with all four paws on the ground.

Duan Wuxin lowered his head, bit the bag, and dragged it to the side of the gate.

Eat it here while it's hot.

He doesn't have a cleanliness fetish, but putting it on the ground is very dirty.

Duan Wuxin took the takeaway out of the bag, put the bag on the ground, and opened the takeaway.

The strong aroma hits my face, I don't know what seasoning was added, but it is very fragrant anyway.

Ling Junhan watched him operate, then looked at the time, and said helplessly, "I'll take it back for you to eat."

At twelve o'clock in the morning, this ancestor can really make a fuss.

"No, I want to have a picnic here." Duan Wuxin didn't forget that he was still in a cold war with others, and refused the kindness.

He picked up a piece of barbecue, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Besides, the moonlight is very good tonight."

Ling Junhan raised his head, now there were dark clouds, and there was a fart moon.

He chose to compromise, and sat on the grass next to the little white tiger, stretching his long legs casually, "Okay, I'll finish eating with you."

Duan Wuxin ignored him, took a piece with his left paw and right paw, and began to feast on it.

Crispy and crispy, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, the tip of the tongue is numb.

After taking a few bites, I couldn't help sticking out my tongue and gasping for air.

The meat was delicious, but the tongue was so sore.

Forget it, never mind him, eat enough.

Duan Wuxin immersed himself in eating hard, and quickly finished a box of food.

It was all in vain before, it turns out that human food is so delicious, it suddenly opens the door to a new world.

Duan Wuxin recalled the smell of raw meat and shook his head in disgust.

Just as he was about to continue eating the next box, he felt the staring gaze from the side, and he turned his head and asked, "Are you coveting my food?"

"No, I'm not hungry, unlike a tiger who steals food in the middle of the night." Ling Junhan teased.

Duan Wuxin turned her head back again: "..."

Which pot is not open and which pot is lifted, it is not annoying.

Ling Junhan looked down at the face eating flowers, his furry mouth was stained with oil, and the white fur was dyed golden.

Really, kind of cute.

He rummaged through his coat pockets and went out in a hurry without a tissue.

With his fingers down, he could only grab a corner of the shirt hem, and gently wipe Duan Wuxin's face.

The little white tiger ducked back vigilantly, the back of its neck was pinched.

"Don't move, your face is stained, wipe it for you."

Duan Wuxin was so troubled by the sudden tenderness that she almost shivered.

After thinking about it for a long time, he could only come to one conclusion, that this person is fickle by nature.

There are many tricks and uncertainties.

Hmph, you must feel uneasy about throwing yourself in the cold palace, right? !

Duan Wuxin raised her head calmly, happily enjoying the face-wiping service from the marshal.

When the eyes touched, the brain turned rapidly, and Caton's brain was suddenly connected to the line.

Could it be that Ling Junhan likes to eat the hot-tempered one?

It seems that since the demolition of the house, Ling Junhan has treated him better.

Duan Wuxin struggled tentatively, digging his two paws on his forearm, with "I'm disobedient" written all over his face, fully practicing the theory.

Ling Junhan was not angry, but just chuckled, and gently wiped off the oil stains with the chin of his clothes, not caring about the stains on his expensive shirt.

After wiping his face, he twirled the hair around his mouth with his fingertips, "Ancestor, you have to take a shower before going to bed."

Duan Wuxin's eyes brightened slightly, and the theory was confirmed.

I don't like soft ones, I like fierce ones.

What's wrong with this man, it's weird.

He was deliberately fierce, and his tone was not pleasant: "I'll go back and let Xiaobai wash it for me."

"Okay." Ling Junhan laughed dumbly, "It's a good thing he's waterproof."

"I'm leaving." Duan Wuxin shook his head proudly, and did not forget to drag the garbage bag away before leaving.

Crying in my heart: leave me quickly, take me back quickly!

However, the man said nothing.

It seems that the strength is not enough, not fierce enough.

Ling Junhan was really worried, so he followed him back to the Beishu with light steps, and watched the little white tiger enter the door safely, before going back to the room.

Duan Wuxin was really not happy about not being picked up.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xiaobai standing in the middle of the living room with green eyes shining.

"You scared me to death." He took two steps back, his voice was cold: "Why are you standing here?"

Xiao Bai complained: "Don't run around at night, if you can't find you, the young master will make trouble for me."

"It's okay, I just met him." Duan Wuxin stepped on the stairs with his feet, "Please help me take a shower."

Hearing this, Xiao Bai suddenly became alert: "You didn't speak ill of me, did you, I will be deducted money."

Duan Wuxin caught his weakness in an instant, and wagged his tail triumphantly: "You help me take a bath every day, and I'll just say nice things about you."

The robot fell silent, seemingly weighing.

Duan Wuxin stretched out her short claws and pushed him, urging him again and again, "Quick, it's a deal."

"Okay, you are not allowed to laugh at me again." Xiaobai always had this sentence in his heart.

Duan Wuxin nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, wash it up, I'm sleepy."

However, it turns out that this robot can't do the work of a servant.

Before Duan Wuxin could react, he was lifted into the air by the robot's mechanical arm, plopped, and thrown into the bathtub.

Duan Wuxin wanted to curse.

Your service level has not been dismissed, it is really a blessing from the ancestors......

"Can you be gentle..." a little.

Before the words were finished, water spouted from the shower, spraying the entire tiger's face.

Duan Wuxin deeply suspected that the black coal ball was taking the opportunity to retaliate, but he had no evidence.

Just taking a shower, the whole bathroom was covered with water and steamed.

After finally drying her hair and climbing onto the big bed, Duan Wuxin had a thought of missing Ling Junhan.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

That man has good technique, moderate strength, and...

The window was not closed tightly, and a gust of cold wind blew my head awake.

Duan Wuxin shuddered, really dizzy, why did he still think of that big villain.

He turned over and got up, closed the window, and looked around the room again, detecting where accidents might happen in advance.

It has to be said that this Marshal is quite rich, even the Leng Palace is so luxurious.

Before he said that no one lived in this place, it should be true.

Duan Wuxin flipped through the brand new quilt cover, and patted on the big carved bed, it looked quite solid.

All right, then the king will be the first owner here.

He rolled around on the bed a few times, and rolled off a few tiger hairs, which was considered complete occupation.

Duan Wuxin turned off the light, staring at the chandelier on the top with a pair of eyes.

I couldn't sleep, and it was like returning to the time when I was in the brink of death.

Every time it is the most relaxing time in the middle of the night, bad luck will come quietly.

In the past, netizens often complained about his work and rest in the underworld.

Who wants to stare like copper bells in the middle of the night if they can sleep well?

After thinking about it messily for a long time, Duan Wuxin finally closed his eyes.

In a drowsy state, he heard the wind getting louder and louder, blowing away the heating in the room.

Duan Wuxin woke up suddenly, shrank into the quilt that still had a little warmth.

Wait, didn't you close the window just now?

He struggled between getting out of bed and being forced to get up because it was so cold.

A cluster of fine snow drifted into the gap, and the cold wind blew on the face, causing pain.

This is really cold palace.

Cold from forehead to toes.

He kind of missed those two days lying in Ling Junhan's bed.

Warm, comfortable, safe, and reassuring enough to be defenseless.

pity.

That person didn't like him, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

Duan Wuxin sighed, closed the window vigorously, and retracted the quilt again.

I had nightmares in the middle of the night, recurring, and woke up terribly.

He lay in a daze under the quilt, and a wave of irritability came to his heart again.

The communicator keeps ringing, which is even more annoying.

Duan Wuxin picked it up and clicked on the screen. When the screen opened, it was a hot search reminder.

The social account was registered by Duan Yongnian for him a long time ago, and his face is automatically recognized to log in.

Occasionally post some photos, the last post was three months ago, grass has already grown.

He clicked on the hottest status: [Breaking news: Duan Wuxin was suspected of being abused, couldn't eat enough and couldn't sleep well, and frantically ordered thousands of takeaways in the middle of the night]

The comments are all crying, as if today is his first seven.

Duan Wuxin: "..."

You have misunderstood, it is not abuse, it is abandonment.

He is now a concubine in the cold palace, not even worthy of a warm bed.

Gu Ying felt sorry for herself for three seconds, then received a video call from Duan Yongnian.

The desolation is so bleak, seeing the old father, I almost want to burst into tears.

"Why do you look sullen?" Duan Yongnian noticed the clue at a glance, "I just saw the trending search, what's going on?"

Duan Wuxin lay on the bed, fixed the communicator in front of him, and sighed: "I didn't sleep well last night, Ling Junhan left me in limbo."

"What cold palace?" Duan Yongnian asked suspiciously.

When we met tomorrow, he seemed pretty nice.

"It's just a bad house that no one has ever lived in. Last night, the windows kept leaking, which gave me a headache."

Duan Wuxin paved the face of the quilt, and the hairs exploded like thorns, "It's my bad luck."

Duan Yongnian was in a hurry, and instantly imagined a crumbling small house.

He shook the screen and commanded: "You pick up the camera and let me see, what kind of crappy house?"

Duan Wuxin had no choice but to get up, holding the communicator with both paws and walking around the room.

The magnificent background flashed into the camera, and Duan Yongnian immediately recognized the oil painting on the bedside, which was priceless.

...... You call this place Lenggong?

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then reflected deeply.

Is it too exaggerated to give Duan Wuxin a life, why is this kid so ungrounded.

Duan Wuxin yelled: "I'm already acting like a baby with him, he doesn't care about me at all!"

"Think about it from another angle, isn't it good to live in a big house by yourself? You don't need to look at people's faces." Duan Yongnian comforted.

The first second he saw the room, he knew it instantly.

They didn't bully their sons at all, and they made offerings like Buddha if they had good food and good housing.

Heartless little thing.

Duan Wuxin paused for a few seconds before answering: "I don't really want to live with him, the main reason is that when he is around, I don't seem to be so unlucky..."

He ground his teeth, a little envious, a little unwilling, "This man is very lucky."

Duan Yongnian understood it clearly, and suggested: "So it's like this, if you're embarrassed, I'll go and tell him to let you move back."

"No!" Duan Wuxin immediately refused.

He would not take the initiative to ask to go back the water thrown by the tiger thrown out.

The face is bigger than the sky, unless that person takes the initiative to speak up.

Duan Yongnian was speechless: "Then I will tell him secretly, not tell you."

Duan Wuxin: "...Do you think I'm a fool? Don't."

He stared fiercely at the camera, threatening like a bully.

Duan Yongnian was defeated: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything, then you should behave yourself. It will be Marshal's birthday in a few days, and I will come to see you then."

"Okay." Duan Wuxin waved his little paw and hung up the video.

The room fell into silence, very boring.

When I was in the brink of destruction before, I also ate, slept and went out for a walk.

but now......

It just feels inexplicably empty.

The books are all in Ling Junhan's study, and there is no way to implement them even on paper.

He thought of Li Yingyi again. According to his current fighting strength, he still had some distance to defeat him.

Just watching is not enough, you have to practice.

But who do you practice with?

Duan Wuxin fiddled with the communicator, thinking of the fan who chatted privately last night.

I muttered in my heart, can the little leader fish and chat during the day?

After thinking about it, he tentatively sent a message: "Are you there?"

It seems to be online 24 hours a day, and you can reply in seconds.

ljhsnbb: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Duan Wuxin went straight to the point: "Tell me, if I tell Ling Junhan that I want to go to his training ground, will he take me there?"

Ling Junhan didn't expect the little white tiger to surprise him again when he woke up early in the morning.

Every day, no matter how you think about it, it's a one time out.

He asked patiently, "Why do you want to go?"

Duan Wuxin didn't want to say too much, so she said vaguely: "I'm bored, my paws are itchy, and I want to beat someone up."

Let him see how powerful this king is, super fierce, super fierce.

ljhsnbb: "Then you tell him directly."

Duan Wuxin's arrogance came up again, he doesn't want to talk to Ling Junhan now.

He typed slowly: "I don't want to ask him."

There was no reply to the news, as if nothing had been heard.

Duan Wuxin waited and waited, and the dialog box showed that it had been read.

What about people?

What about iron powder?

Why did the two sentences disappear before they finished speaking?

Duan Wuxin was speechless for a while, all of them were heartless pigs.

He lowered his head and licked his paws, then slowly got up and went to the bathroom, and wiped his face with cold water.

As soon as he walked downstairs, Xiao Bai took the piece of meat that he had chewed and asked like a prisoner, "What did you eat?"

"Rats eat." Duan Wuxin opened his eyes and said nonsense, trying to find a reason.

Xiaobai's green eyes lit up, and the laser shot around the room, and he replied with certainty: "There can be no mice."

Duan Wuxin was defeated by his earnestness, and confessed: "Yes, yes, I ate it. It was originally my food, what happened if I took two bites?"

"You said yesterday, you don't eat."

"I changed my mind temporarily, okay?"

One white and one black, you come and I bicker, and the door suddenly opens.

Ling Junhan was leaning against the door in military uniform, with a large bag in his hand, "So energetic? We had a fight early in the morning."

"No noise." Duan Wuxin turned her face away, not wanting to look at the black coal balls.

"I'm on vacation today, and I'll take you to the training ground." Ling Junhan slowly approached, bent down and pinched his ears, and said slowly, "How about it, do you want to go?"

He could see through the essence of the little white tiger.

Tsundere, stubborn, still refuses to admit it.

What can I do with the ancestors I brought back?Follow along.

However, with a vest, communication is much more convenient.

He repeated it patiently: "How about it, just follow me if you want to go."

Duan Wuxin reacted, raised his head suddenly, his eyes sparkled.

Damn, this person is not only lucky, but also mind-reading!