Tigers ban coveting

Duan Wuxin kissed him three times before releasing him satisfied.

Three kisses, express my strong thanks, is this feedback meaningful enough?

He raised his eyes, his lips were slightly raised, and his expression was very smug.

"It seems that the illness is much better." Ling Junhan looked at the person hooking his neck, and recollected the touch just now.

His gaze stayed on the pale pink lips, two thin pieces, which looked very soft.

I want to kiss a little bit.

Just now I was still a person, if I am a little bit biased...

Maybe it happened, unfortunately.

Duan Wuxin let go of him, took half a step back, and jumped on the spot.

"Okay, my illness is completely cured, and I'm alive and kicking now, so I'm here to thank you."

He emphasized the tone and emphasized the word thank you.

Ling Junhan withdrew his expression, and said slowly with some dissatisfaction: "Just, just thank you? Nothing else?"

"Yeah, what else?" Duan Wuxin saw that his brows were tightly furrowed, and muttered, "The professor told me that you would be very happy, but why don't you look very happy?"

He thought to himself and did what the professor said, why didn't this man appreciate it.

Ling Junhan hesitated to speak, his mind was confused, he blamed him for thinking too much in a flash.

A heart goes up and down, and it's not what it feels like.

He tugged his lips and taught, "Don't thank others like this in the future."

After a pause for a few seconds, he added, "Thank you for my words, it is possible."

If he bumps into a relative like Duan Wuxin next time, he might go crazy.

Duan Wuxin, a blank piece of paper, was so innocent that he believed everything he said.

"Oh, let's talk about it." Duan Wuxin reached into the pocket of his trouser legs, fumbling left and right, "Where's your communicator?"

Ling Junhan was itchy from being touched, he hid for a while, and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

"I have to send a status to tell netizens that I can't live broadcast for several days, everyone should be anxious."

Without touching it, Duan Wuxin could only stretch it further inward, and the palm touched the muscle of the thigh, which was hard.

Ling Junhan was itchy from being scratched, so he quickly pulled out his hand, took out the communicator from his coat pocket and handed it over.

The tone was helpless: "I will lend you 10 minutes."

Duan Wuxin was very dissatisfied, and complained: "You just give me back mine, I will definitely not search randomly on the Internet."

As a teenager with Internet addiction, all knowledge comes from the Internet, and it is too annoying not to be able to surf the Internet happily.

"Let's talk about it later." Ling Junhan imitated his speech, thinking that unless there is a keyword blocking mode.

For someone like Duan Wuxin who is extremely curious, he may learn some strange knowledge all day long.

Duan Wuxin lay on the sofa with the communicator in hand, stretched all over the place, and the editor typed:

[Recently feeling unwell, the live broadcast is suspended. 】

Just before it was sent out, there were a lot of ghosts and wolves in the comments:

[Son, what's wrong with you, son, mom hasn't seen you for two days! 】

[If you don't make a wish, I'm really going to fail! ! ! 】

【I got sick!Didn't you never get sick before? 】

[Probably because ljh made me unable to get out of bed xd]

[The sisters in front of the circle are cute, dancing in front of the master is a bit disgusting! 】

[Did ljh not take good care of you, come to my house, I will serve you well]

Duan Wuxin brushed through the comments, touched his cheek, and thought: Now that I'm broadcasting live with you like this, won't I scare people to death?

He didn't know when the next time he would change back, and he didn't dare to start the broadcast without figuring out the specific rules.

So I added another one: [The next live broadcast, the time will follow the fate. 】

"Have you finished posting?" Ling Junhan stood quietly behind him, watching his every move with downcast eyes.

Duan Wuxin raised his head and begged in a low voice: "Give me back the communicator."

"No." Ling Junhan pulled his hand back mercilessly.

Duan Wuxin raised his tone and became fierce, baring his teeth and claws, "Return the communicator! Give it back! Me!"

"Good idea." Ling Junhan saw the screen flickering, it was Duan Yongnian calling.

He rushed to Duan Wuxin hissed, and clicked to connect.

As soon as he picked it up, Duan Yongnian said in a hurry, "I saw the state, why is my heart uncomfortable?"

Ling Junhan slapped his forehead, and then remembered that he forgot to tell the curator about the transformation.

Facing the screen, he felt that he couldn't explain it clearly in a few words, "It's a bit complicated, why don't you come and see for yourself?"

"so serious?"

Hearing this, Duan Yongnian became even more anxious, "Wait for me, go over right away."

Duan Wuxin listened to the conversation and asked in a daze, "Dad is coming over."

Ling Junhan hummed, "Let's sit here and wait for him. I've postponed my afternoon work and taught you lessons."

"Will the professor not teach me?" Duan Wuxin frowned, the freshness of the first day of school hadn't passed, and the joy was gone.

He recalled the scene of the class just now, with an aggrieved expression on his face, "Does he think that I can't write? I haven't learned it. What can I do?"

"Where did you go? Didn't you hear it just now, he said that you are too talented, and I'm afraid I can't teach you well."

Ling Junhan sat down next to him, opened his legs slightly, and said slowly, "I also graduated from that school. I can barely count as half of your senior, and I will teach you."

With his homework level and actual combat experience, teaching Duan Wuxin is more than enough.

Duan Wuxin thought for a while, and reluctantly agreed: "All right, but the senior doesn't sound as good as the professor."

"You still pick and choose." Ling Junhan knocked his head, boasting, "I am also very good, I think back then..."

Duan Wuxin glanced at him, and praised him without hesitation, "I know, the number one in the door, it's amazing."

What does that look of disgust on your face mean?

Being questioned about his professionalism for the first time, Marshal Ling was not very happy.

When the two eyes met, each looked uncomfortable.

The conversation ended unexpectedly.

Ling Junhan flipped through the unread documents next to him, without raising his head: "Go and eat by yourself, the meal is in the kitchen."

"Boring." Duan Wuxin stepped on her slippers, and slowly went into the kitchen to get food out.

Just after taking a few bites, I heard a knock on the door.

Ling Junhan stood up and opened the door, only to see Duan Yongnian rushing in sweating profusely, looking around.

He wiped his sweaty face and asked eagerly, "Where's Xinxin?"

"I'm eating." Ling Junhan raised his chin and looked at the people at the table.

Duan Yongnian followed his gaze and stared at it, then floated back again, very puzzled, "Where is it?"

Is it because of his old eyesight or mental decline? In the empty dining room, not even a tiger's tail is seen.

"He has become a human." Ling Junhan gave the result directly.

Duan Yongnian rubbed his eyes, and looked uncertainly at the boy sitting at the table.

Limbs are slender, face is face and waist is waist, where did this person come from?

No, he is such a big tiger son?

"Don't lie to me, how is this possible."

Duan Yongnian shook his head, with a determined tone of "Do you think I'm a fool?", "I have raised my heart for more than ten years, and I have always looked like a tiger. It is impossible to become a human."

Ling Junhan stood at the door, his head hurting from the crackling words.

At this moment, I suddenly feel that it is good to be silly and sweet like his mother, at least believe everything.

Looking at the curator's suspicious and probing eyes now, I simply don't know how to explain it.

Duan Wuxin heard the conversation and felt wronged.

He whispered, "Dad, it's really me."

"You must have teamed up to lie to me. Did you get my son to do an experiment? Or did he eat it?" Duan Yonghou took half a step back and looked around, trying to find traces of the little white tiger.

A good son has lived in the near-extinction hall for more than ten years, and it has only been a few days since he was sent out. How come he disappeared?

He rubbed his hands and gritted his teeth: "I thought you were a nice person before, so I shouldn't have sent Xinxin here."

Ling Junhan was very helpless after being wronged all over his face.

He said calmly: "It's really him, how can I prove it to you. He needs to change under certain circumstances. When the time is up, he will change back."

"I don't believe it." Duan Yongnian walked over quickly, stood in front of Duan Wuxin and looked at it carefully.

He looked left and right, and snorted coldly, "You guys are pretty good at looking, but your eyes are the same color."

Duan Wuxin: "..."

There is really no way to explain it, so I decided to use my trump card.

He stared at the curator, slowly counting himself to know the memory.

"When I was eight, you took me out for a walk and threw me into the river. You couldn't swim and you jumped to save me and almost drowned yourself."

"Last time I broke your favorite vase, you said you didn't feel bad, and glued it up secretly in the middle of the night."

"Also, you set aside a large amount of funds allocated by the government to buy meat for me every month, and other animals are not happy."

"Do you want me to continue?"

Duan Yongnian listened carefully to every word, each memory flashed through his mind, it was indeed what happened to them in the past.

He stretched out his hands and pinched his soft cheeks, and asked uncertainly, "Are you really kind? My little tiger son?"

"Really." Duan Wuxin nodded violently twice, "I still had a tail and ears when I transformed last time. This time, after a long transformation, they will be gone."

"So, have you changed several times recently?"

"Well, counting, this is the fourth time."

"Is it because of those previous experiments?"

When Duan Yongnian remembered and rescued Duan Wuxin, the little guy was dying, with scars all over his body, looking extremely pitiful.

There was no translator at that time, and he couldn't understand the howling of the little white tiger, but he felt his pain psychologically.

For such a small white tiger, there is not a piece of good meat all over its body, and its snow-white fur is covered with blood scabs.

Thinking of this, Duan Yongnian's heart throbbed in pain.

Duan Wuxin thoughtlessly picked up the meat with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, "It should be. Now when a certain situation is triggered, it will become like this."

Seeing his gradually proficient movements as a human being, Duan Yongnian breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, it can be changed back, it seems that it is not a big deal.

It's just that something doesn't feel right.

He paced the room, circling back and forth.

When his eyes met Ling Junhan, he suddenly felt the strange feeling in his heart, "Then you have changed, or should you sleep with him?"

"Yeah, I had a fever yesterday, and he wiped my body for me." Duan Wuxin explained truthfully.

Ling Junhan's scalp was numb, and he felt the old father's gaze of torture, and explained embarrassingly: "I didn't do anything else, just physically cool down."

It's just that saying it this way seems to be more self-deprecating.

Duan Yongnian narrowed his eyes, and there was an interrogation light in his eyes.

"You won't, are you trying to trick my son? He's just a little white tiger who doesn't understand anything. He turned into a human inexplicably. He can't understand anything. Don't guide him indiscriminately."

Like a thorn in his back, Ling Junhan stood in front of the 50-year-old curator, his little thoughts were completely dissected.

He replied four or two times: "I won't do anything to him now."

"Now, what are you going to do in the future?" Duan Yongnian was as vigilant as a police dog, grabbing key words.

Didn't the marshal find it strange that two men slept in the same bed?

Just thinking about that scene gave him goosebumps all over his body.

Ling Junhan put his hands in his coat pockets, and replied calmly: "Who knows what will happen in the future. The heart is still there, so don't talk about this topic."

He felt very headache.

Before the horoscope was written, everyone came to the door for torture.

"I can't understand what you are talking about." Duan Wuxin gulped down a big gulp of milk, and burped contentedly.

Duan Yongnian sat down on the sofa, his momentum suddenly rose.

He raised his eyes and stared at Ling Junhan, and gave a serious choice, "Either, Xinxin will go back with me. Or, I will supervise you here."

"If you change your mind and become unstable, you will definitely not be able to go back. Besides, he is very talented in military affairs now, so I still have to teach him lessons." Ling Junhan had no choice but to get out of business.

Duan Yongnian sneered, and said in a defensive tone: "Okay, then I'll stay here too, do you like it?"

The future father-in-law is sitting in front of him, how dare Ling Junhan say no.

He nodded slightly and agreed, "There are a lot of guest rooms here, you can stay for a few days if you want. But, don't you need you in the brink of death hall?"

"Stay here for at least two days and observe you." Duan Yongnian looked up and down the young man in front of him, full of distrust.

In the past, Duan Wuxin was a tiger, so of course it didn't matter how she wanted to sleep together.

It's different now, now that he has become a beautiful son, he must think more about it.

Ling Junhan squeezed the space between his eyebrows, feeling that the communication was ineffective, so he simply ended the conversation, "Okay, then you two chat, I'll read the information first."

Duan Yongnian got up and went over, holding Duan Wuxin's hand, "Take me to the bedroom to have a look."

"Oh, good." Duan Wuxin stood up, enthusiastically leading the way.

Walking up the stairs, he explained like a tour guide, "I used to live alone in the cold palace in the north, but I moved back later. I slept with him in the master bedroom."

He pushed the bedroom door open, as if showing off, "Look, the bed is big enough to sleep two people."

On the three-meter bed, the quilt was in a mess, which made people daydream.

Duan Yongnian leaned against the door, his heart was complicated and he couldn't say anything.

At this moment, his sexual orientation towards Ling Junhan has changed from being skeptical to being very certain.

This marshal dog really has his eyes on his precious son.

"Xinxin, you have to pay attention to keeping a distance from others."

Duan Yongnian said earnestly, "You are still young, so don't worry about emotional matters. After careful calculation, you are not yet an adult, and you will have a long time to come."

Duan Wuxin tilted his head, very puzzled, "What does this have to do with feelings?"

Strange, isn't he just sharing the bed with Ling Junhan to sleep?

"That's it. You are a male tiger, so you must find a tigress in the future, right?" Duan Yongnian didn't know how to explain it, so he could only make lame analogies.

Duan Wuxin shook his head, expressing his refusal, "Not necessarily, I don't like fierce tigress very much either."

Duan Yongnian's eyes widened, he was at a loss for words for a moment.

He suddenly remembered the two gay lions in the endangered hall.

In the animal world, two males do pair up.

This silly son, could it be a natural bend?

After lunch, Ling Junhan refused Duan Yongnian's onlookers on the grounds that he wanted to tutor alone.

With a pair of eyes staring at the side, I feel uncomfortable doing anything.

However, Duan Yongnian strongly requested not to close the door of the study.

Ling Junhan glanced at the door, it was broad daylight and the universe was clear.

If he really wants to do it, what can he do?

On both sides of the desk, the two sat opposite each other.

Duan Wuxin spread out the textbook with a cute expression on his face.

He glanced at the open door and asked suspiciously, "Why don't you let Dad listen in?"

"He can't understand, and he feels sleepy." Ling Junhan babbled nonsense, opened the military strategy course and started teaching.

He didn't fully teach the knowledge from the textbook, but randomly combined the battles he participated in before, using a combination of experience and basics.

As the commander participating in the battle, he is as supportive as he is in every process, explaining the splitting of everything in detail.

Unreservedly, export all your experience to the other party.

While listening to the class, Duan Wuxin became very obedient.

He didn't move around, his back was straight, and he looked straight at him with his chin propped up.

Ling Junhan's speech was not fast, and occasionally he would stop and ask, "Do you understand?"

Duan Wuxin listened intently, and hit a straight ball: "You are so good, even better than the professor."

Those eyes are as clear as glass beads, and if you look at them casually, your brows will be affectionate.

Just the sight of it makes people feel a little itchy.

Ling Junhan turned his face away, forced his attention to focus on the textbook, and traced the words on the book with his fingertips.

He said from the bottom of his heart: "It is you who are talented, and I will teach you better in the future."

"Okay, teach me more." Duan Wuxin rested his elbows on the table, his gaze was still hot.

He looked at Ling Junhan now, as if he had turned on a filter, as if he was looking at a hero.

Sure enough, the soldiers who came down from the battlefield are not in the same order as the professors who talk about military affairs on paper.

Duan Wuxin planned in his heart that he would also go to the battlefield in the future.

Become a combat commander as powerful as Ling Junhan.

The two sat opposite each other in the study, but their minds were completely different.

Ling Junhan yelled in his heart, who could resist this look.

It can't be blamed that he is easy to bend, it is really that the little goblin's skills are too ruthless.

I thought that making up lessons could increase the time for the two of us to be alone, but now it seems that it has become a one-way torture.

I can't kiss, I can't hug, it's extremely painful.

After Ling Junhan finished Chapter 1, he coughed lightly, "Let's have a small competition, how about doing the questions?"

"Yes, what is the reward for winning?" Duan Wuxin asked curiously.

Ling Junhan took out a large pile of toffee from his pocket, bought it at a convenience store when he went out in the morning, and spread it on the table.

"If you win, I'll give you all these candies."

In the middle of reading the materials last night, by the way, I searched a bunch of skills on how to coax children online, and picked the easiest one.

I don't know if it will work or not.

Duan Wuxin fiddled with her fingertips and asked, "Is this delicious?"

"Delicious, sweet." Ling Junhan pushed the question in front of him, and drew a range with his pen, "Let's start, just do these."

The two stared at the same book, their heads slowly approaching each other, and each wrote the answer options on the paper.

Ling Junhan didn't deliberately let him, but slowed down his writing speed a little.

After 10 minutes, the two stopped writing almost at the same time.

Ling Junhan got stuck and slowed down on purpose.

After Duan Wuxin stopped writing, he put the pen on the table and said lightly: "You did it quickly, you won."

"Are you letting me go?" Duan Wuxin stared at him, cleverly sniffing out the clue.

Ling Junhan leaned slightly on the back of the seat, and replied calmly, "Give it up...five seconds. I used to compete with Ling Jiamu for quizzes, and I could let him go out for 10 minutes and smoke a cigarette in the middle."

Duan Wuxin laughed and said, "It's true, he's so stupid."

"Really, he's not as good at shooting as you are. He always misses the target, and hit people's bull's-eye several times."

Ling Junhan hurt his younger brother to the extreme, staring at Duan Wuxin and said seriously, "He is not as smart as you, but he is hardworking, and he became an adjutant at such a young age. So Xinxin, you are very talented, you have to have confidence in yourself."

"Oh... Got it." Duan Wuxin didn't know why, but suddenly she blushed a little at this compliment.

Maybe Ling Junhan's tone was too firm, maybe it was unconditional trust.

It feels like my heart is numb.

Ling Junhan pushed aside a candy, put it in the palm of his hand, and said softly, "Your reward."

Duan Wuxin took his hand, stuck out his tongue and licked it, raised his head and smiled at him, "It's really sweet, do you want to try it?"

Ling Junhan doesn't like to eat these sweet and greasy things, but he can't control his mouth, "Then feed me."

Duan Wuxin generously fed the licked candy into his mouth, put his fingertips back on his lips and licked off the icing, "Isn't it very sweet?"

"Sweet." Ling Junhan moved his tongue against the toffee from left to right, it was so sweet that his heart almost melted.

He is obviously a vicious little tiger, why is he so obedient.

He pushed all the candy on the table in front of Duan Wuxin, with a tone like coaxing a child.

"If you like, I will give it to you. Remember to brush your teeth after eating."

Duan Wuxin peeled off another one and stuffed it into his mouth, then pushed the paper full of answers in front of him, feeling a little apprehensive, "See if the answer is right."

He rubbed his fingers, nervously.

Ling Junhan just glanced at it, then put the stack of papers aside.

He lazily said: "Don't look at it, it's all right. When I first did it, I checked it together."

"What check! Did you copy my answer! You cheated!" Duan Wuxin yelled, hitting him with his fist across the table.

Ling Junhan opened his legs, smiled sullenly and didn't move, it felt like he was back in class.

He was intentionally funny, and his tone was very awkward, "Yes, I copied it from the beginning to the end, and wrote down every question."

"No, it's wrong for you to do this."

Duan Wuxin's three views are very upright, honest and serious, these are the basics taught by Duan Yongnian.

He dragged the chair away, rushed over to straddle him, and straddled him, "Say it, don't copy it next time."

Ling Junhan couldn't help laughing, and held the man loosely with one hand to prevent him from falling.

"Okay, I will be obedient next time and do my own homework."

"Well, good boy, I'll reward you with another one." Duan Wuxin imitated the example, took a new one and peeled off the candy wrapper and fed it.

Ling Junhan didn't use his hands, he lowered his head and gently sucked it into his mouth, with a sweet taste in his mouth.

What brand of toffee is really sweet.

"Duan Wuxin! Where are you sitting! Get down!" Duan Yongnian roared angrily from the door.

He walked through the door quickly, pulled the man off his lap, and was so angry that he had a heart attack.

"I heard people laughing and joking when I was downstairs. Is this how you go to class?"