Tigers ban coveting

Ling Junhan buried his head into his warm neck, feeling his silver-white hair sticking softly to his cheeks.

Mingming usually looks fierce, but the words he speaks are surprisingly warm.

At this moment, his heart became softer than hair.

You still have me.

This sentence directly hit the heart, crisp and numb.

This simple fool is always provocative in disguise.

"Will you leave in the future?" Ling Junhan rubbed the skin on his neck and asked in a low voice.

Duan Xin was slightly startled, thought seriously for a few seconds, then shook his head lightly, "Probably not."

Just now, I didn't know why, I just blurted out this comforting sentence without thinking.

Just thinking about it carefully, if Ling Junhan needs him, he thinks he will always be here.

He felt Ling Junhan's breath approaching him, and he deliberately relaxed it, as if he was afraid of scaring him.

But the strength of the arm unconsciously became heavier, and it was almost impossible to breathe.

"Ling Junhan, what's the matter with you?" Duan Xin raised her neck and breathed a little fresh air.

It seems that he is really difficult.

So pitiful, let's hug for a while.

Duan Xin continued to touch her head, messing up her hanging hair.

"No, I just feel..." Ling Junhan was at a loss for words for a while.

Last time, Duan Xin struggled to leave.

This time, she told him that she was willing to stay by her side.

Before and after, the mood is completely different.

He understood that the warmth and love that Duan Xin showed him at this moment was more like a sympathy between friends.

But at this moment, it seems that such a restrained hug is enough.

After a long time, he added the unfinished sentence, "I think you are good."

Good-looking, soft, and caring.

Duan Xin was a little ashamed by the praise, and gently pushed his shoulder with his hand, "You're here, are you feeling better?"

"Well, thank you." Ling Junhan rubbed his hair gently, and praised him, "You are a little more delicate than I imagined."

"I don't really have that kind of heart, I still have good eyesight occasionally." Duan Xin raised her chin, boasting.

"I have good eyesight, but I often misunderstand and find another way." Ling Junhan concluded brilliantly.

For example, being in the cold palace, such as being hardcore and being good, such as becoming enthusiastic, such as kissing the face to express gratitude.

There is nothing wrong with it, and it is on the same tune as normal people.

"Are you praising me or hurting me?" Duan Xin regained her strength, leaning on the bed to stare at him.

Ling Junhan finally felt a little more relaxed, and smiled lightly, "I'm complimenting you. Well, don't worry, Xiaobai will be fine."

Duan Xin pulled the quilt to her neck, and muttered, "Why are you here to comfort me?"

Ling Junhan blinked, and pressed his hands on his chest, "Because I adjust my mood quickly, it will be fine in a while."

"You're pretty fast, less than 5 minutes before and after." Duan Xin pinched the time in her heart and agreed.

Ling Junhan raised his eyebrows, man, can't you speak quickly.

Forget it, the little kid can't understand it.

He tore off the tight quilt, hooked his sharp chin, and asked, "Are you hungry? I left before I finished dinner."

Duan Xin rubbed her stomach and sighed: "Don't say it, it's a little bit. If Xiaobai isn't here, we can only order takeaway to deal with it."

It was only discovered at this moment that this robot has such a sense of existence in life.

I usually don't feel it dangling around, but when the person is gone, I become aware of it dully.

Thinking of this, Duan Xin sighed again.

"I'll do it." Ling Junhan got up with his nightgown folded, and looked down at him, "What do you want to eat?"

Duan Xin's eyes lit up, and she said with some anticipation, "Do you know how to cook?"

"It's okay, get up if you want to eat." Ling Junhan stretched out his hand to pull him up from the bed, and in the middle of the night, the two went downstairs one after the other.

Duan Xin followed behind and muttered, "It's okay, that's just average."

In the living room, Xiaohua ran around on the board, making the sound of scratching her nails.

Duan Xin stopped at the stairs, and said with a stern face, "Xiao Hua, don't run around at night, it's noisy."

That language has suddenly risen a seniority, with the attitude of a family.

The puppy slammed on the brakes, its chin drooping, and it was obedient.

It ran lightly and licked Duan Xin's ankle with its tongue.

"You forgot, you used to run around the house like this. Now that you are here, you know how to educate people." Recalling his horrible wedding room, Ling Jun complained bitterly, "Not only ran around, but also demolished my house."

When mentioning this old incident, Duan Xin couldn't help it.

"You're so boring, you've already talked about it before turning the page!"

"Okay, I won't mention it. If you smash it casually, I don't care about you." Ling Junhan rolled up his sleeves neatly to his forearm and entered the kitchen.

Duan Xin bent down to pick up Xiao Hua, stuffed it in her arms and followed, leaning against the door to watch the man's movements.

The nightgown was hanging loosely on his body, obviously looking lazy, but the whole operation was quite neat and neat.

Several pieces of beef were cleaned and put on the chopping board.

The kitchen knife rose and fell quickly, turning the whole piece of meat into small even diced meat.

The whole journey is smooth and flowing, which is pleasing to the eye.

"You really know it." Duan Xin blinked and exclaimed, "What else can you not know?"

He can fight and cook, he can read well, and he can write well.

As for this face, after looking at it for a long time, it's not so fierce, and it's not too bad.

Ling Junhan threw the diced meat into the plate to marinate, and laughed at himself, "I can do everything, but I can't fall in love."

Duan Xin let out an oh, and the doubt in his heart suddenly cleared up.

Sure enough, people are perfect, and it turns out that this is the fatal flaw.

He asked curiously, "Did you talk about it before?"

Ling Junhan replied lightly, "No, people don't like me."

The language is sad, the expression is pitiful, it's a pity that someone doesn't understand.

"25 hasn't dated yet, it seems a bit miserable." Duan Xin nodded, and patted him on the shoulder like a comforting brother, "No, it's nothing serious, I haven't talked about it either."

Ling Junhan choked for a moment, kneading the meat soaked in the sauce with his fingers, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

What do you mean by the words you are proud of?

He glanced back at Duan Xin who was teasing the dog with downcast eyes, and Nai shook his head.

Bow down and take out the wok, pour the oil, throw the meat, stir fry, all in one go.

The meat is mixed with oil and sizzling.

Hurry up, the smell of beef is wafting from the kitchen.

Duan Xin was so greedy, he watched eagerly from the side, and couldn't help swallowing.

Holding the dog with one hand, he moved two steps forward, hesitantly took out his left hand, trying to reach into the pot.

Ling Junhan dropped his hand and warned, "It's hot, it will be ready soon."

"Oh, maybe it's not delicious." Duan Xin withdrew her hand and pinched the dog's stomach, shaking her head and aiming wildly.

In order to stimulate people, he praised the robot who didn't know life and death against his will, "The meat made by Xiaobai looks better than yours."

Heartless, real people.

Ling Jun put away the pot with a cold expression, put the meat on the plate, and wrapped it around the tip of his nose deliberately to lure him.

After a pause of two seconds, he walked out with the bag, "Then don't eat it, it's all mine."

Duan Xin gritted her teeth, her face full of anger.

Why is this person like this? It was obvious that there was still a warm atmosphere just now, and the mood just came to tease him again.

annoying.

Like a pervert, he followed every step to the dining table, pointed to the dog in his arms, and blamed him: "It wants to eat, I'll taste it for him first."

Xiaohua was obedient, so she yelled, "Wow!

"Look, it said it was hungry." With a partner, Duan was full of heart.

"A dog can't eat such salty food, let it eat dog food."

Ling Junhan put a piece into his mouth, chewed slowly, and commented, "The meat is delicious, springy and tender."

"I don't believe it, unless you give me a bite." Duan Xin lamely used the aggressive method, looking at people provocatively with the end of her eyes raised.

I'm really a little hungry, the dog doesn't work, so I can only go up by myself.

Ling Junhan stopped teasing him, pushed the plate in front of him, handed the chopsticks into his hands, "It's all yours, eat it."

"Give it all to me."

Happiness came unexpectedly, Duan Xin suppressed her excitement, pretended to be cold and teased, "Then I will eat it up so as not to waste it."

"Duan Xin." Ling Junhan leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and suddenly called him by first and last name.

"What are you doing?" Duan Xin quickly picked up a chopstick and stuffed it into her mouth, almost covering her mouth.

Delicious, delicious to heaven.

What kind of marshal would you be if you have this culinary skill? Just go to a restaurant.

Ling Junhan knocked on the table, with a serious expression, "Whoever sits on this table at night can speak directly if they have anything to say in the future."

Duan Xin's heart beat a little heavier, and she responded lightly, "I."

It's just that Yu is a little guilty.

"Then what are you doing now? Just tell me if you want to eat, you don't have to beat around the bush with me." Ling Junhan looked at him lightly, with a serious expression.

He thinks it's okay to be arrogant once in a while, for example, it's a little fun.

But I live a rough life, and I may not be able to accurately capture the reverse psychology of children all the time.

For straight-forward soldiers, guessing is more difficult than fighting.

If Duan Xin wanted something, he could be more direct.

He can be sure to do better.

Duan Xin let out an oh, and pondered for a while with a stuffy head.

Wei Wei nodded and said in a low voice, "Okay, I'll change it slowly."

Seeing that cute look, Ling Junhan's heart was quick.

As soon as I was guided, I felt a little guilty inside.

This is really cultivating a child bride-in-law from an early age, which takes time and effort and grinds slowly.

He leaned on the back of the seat and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Is it delicious?"

"Just one..." Duan Xin was stuck, thinking of what he said just now, it was rare to follow his heart, "It's delicious, it's the best meat I eat."

"Well, progress has been made." Ling Junhan was pleased.

He could feel Duan Xin changing little by little, becoming more and more sincere and more and more dependent on himself.

It seemed that he was a little closer to the result he wanted.

The tool man Xiaohua was put back on the bed by Duan Mood, he quickly cleaned up the plate of meat and asked to wash the dishes.

Before waiting for the mouth, he obediently carried the dirty dishes into the kitchen.

Duan Xin's rule of survival, never cannibalism.

There was the sound of water in the kitchen, but within two seconds, there was a slap and the sound of glass falling.

Ling Junhan got up to go, saw the fragment of Yi and Duan Xin who was standing beside him at a loss, and squeezed the space between his brows.

He moved the person aside and fixed himself, "Stand here and don't move, be careful not to cut your hands."

"I didn't drop it on purpose because I didn't want to wash the dishes." Duan Xin felt aggrieved, and gestured with her hands in the air, "I was used to using tiger claws before, and I couldn't hold it steadily."

Ling Junhan smiled, and quickly cleaned up the debris with a broom.

"I'm not stupid. How could you think I thought you did it on purpose?"

"I'm afraid you think I'm a wolf-hearted dog, eating people's food, and refusing to wash the dishes." Duan Xin slapped herself ruthlessly, making complaints ruthlessly.

Ling Junhan took his hand to check, and made sure it was all right, gritted his teeth and complained, "You are not a wolf, you are heartless."

"Why are you still addicted to cursing!" Duan Xinde wanted to hit him, but he raised his left hand, but it was in vain.

Ling Junhan hid, pinched his face like a hooligan, and complained like a barrage, "Heartless and ungrateful, heartless and ungrateful."

Let you do it twice, it's still exciting.

"You're finished, let me tell you. If I don't beat you up tonight, my surname will not be Duan."

While talking, Duan Xin seized the gap and took the opportunity to raise her leg to sneak attack.

It's just that before the ankle touched the waist, it was pinched by the hand.

Ling Junhan easily pressed him onto the glazed platform, clasped his arms on the surface, and firmly controlled him, "Duan Xin, I think you are really stupid."

"Why are you still attacking personally?" Duan Xinde wished that he would immediately turn back into a white tiger and give him a paw.

Ling Junhan pressed his leg and whispered softly to his ear, "You learn the martial arts on my bookshelf to sneak attack me, do you think you are stupid. Do you think I can't know what you have learned?"

Duan Xin choked, her limbs were controlled and she couldn't move.

It makes sense, forcefully refute.

"Get up, I'm going to sleep." Duan Xin stretched out her hand to push him, but he couldn't.

He twisted a bit, his feet were still hanging in the air, and the person on his chest pressed him like a mountain, which was extremely awkward.

Ling Junhan pretended to be a bully, and deliberately exerted more force, "If I can't afford it."

"I'll tell my dad that you bullied me." Duan Xin had no choice but to use his trump card.

A basin of cold water was poured down, and he suddenly woke up.

Ling Junhan got up instantly, his expression returned to indifference, "Go upstairs and sleep."

Early the next morning, Ling Junhan received a call from Meng Sen.

Before he was fully awake, he asked subconsciously, vaguely, "How is Xiaobai?"

"I've checked it, and I'm absolutely sure it won't be the original one. I'm just going to discuss with you, save the chip and memory, and replace it with a new shell."

Meng Sen sighed, "It's too old, this is the best solution I can think of."

Ling Junhan thought for a while, then raised his hand and shook Duan Xin who was still asleep.

The kid frowned slightly, pushed him impatiently, turned his head and continued to sleep.

He bent down and asked, "Does Xiaobai want to change the outer shell, and take a last look at how he looks?"

"Go." Duan Xin opened her eyes and woke up for a second.

Ling Junhan wrapped his silver-white hair around his fingertips, and replied through the communicator, "Wait for us for a few minutes and go right away."

"Hey, you two are really... made for each other." Meng Sen sighed, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come."

Duan Xin lifted the quilt, walked to the front of the closet, and carefully selected a formal suit.

Black shirt and black trousers, even the jacket is black, wearing it on the body makes the skin look whiter.

Once the belt is pulled, it outlines a slender waist and straight legs. The figure is slender and looks good in anything.

Ling Junhan sat on the head of the bed, his eyes daringly stayed on the young man, admiring him for a while.

In the closet next to him, there is a whole row of military uniforms of the same color.

As soon as the fingertip hooked the hanger, Duan Xin stopped him immediately, "Be serious, wear black today."

"...It's not going to the funeral." Ling Junhan patiently explained, "Xiaobai is still the same Xiaobai, just a different shell."

Duan Xin pressed his hand with a serious expression, "No, even though he is fainting, we must take it seriously. Wear black and listen to me."

The two stared at each other for a while.

There was really no other way, Ling Junhan could only do what he wanted.

It's rare not to wear a military uniform, so formal, it's strange that I'm not used to it.

He slowly buttoned up the collar button of his black shirt, put on his coat, and was about to go out when his neck was caught by the tie.

Duan Xin hung the tie around his neck like a horse, pulled the tie with one hand, and brought him back easily, emphasizing again, "It's official!"

Ling Junhan pursed his lips, thinking that his marriage was not so formal.

He lowered his eyes and fastened his tie slowly, feeling as if he was being strangled for breath.

"I want it too, you tie it for me." Duan Xin stole a tie from the box, threw it around her neck, and put her head there.

The distance between the two suddenly narrowed, and the silver-white head was right at the tip of the nose.

Ling Junhan hooked the thin fabric with his fingers, and knotted it carefully from left to right.

Duan Xin didn't dare to come out, he held his breath and concentrated, letting others move.

He lowered his voice and murmured, "This is the first time I'm wearing a formal suit. I didn't expect it to be this time."

"There is still a chance in the future." Ling Junhan pushed up the tie knot, just below the young Adam's apple.

"When is the future?" Duan Xin raised her eyes to look at him, remembering her dream of conquering the sea of ​​stars, Yu Haomai said: "I will wear a military uniform in the future."

Ling Junhan put the tie into the buttoned suit, patted it lightly, and pulled the folds into order.

He hinted: "When you get married."

Duan Xin frowned, how can this person talk about love and marriage.

Are you old and always afraid that you will end up alone forever?

The lonely and widowed old people are miserable, and it seems that they need the care of the society.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously looked at people with affection.

After getting dressed, the two went out side by side.

The workers passing by the Marshal's Mansion on the road looked sideways frequently, no one dared to ask questions, only dared to whisper.

Dressing so seriously, is the marshal's mansion about to change?

Uncomfortable being stared at, Duan Xin lowered her head and tugged at Ling Junhan's sleeve, "Why are their eyes so strange?"

Ling Junhan loosened his tie, avoiding the eyes of the onlookers, and said lazily, "Who the hell is wearing a suit at home, I think we are crazy."

"Today's situation is special, please bear with it." Duan Xin saw that he was not used to it, and comforted him, "Hurry up, Xiaobai can't wait."

The two walked quickly to the research institute, went straight to the top floor, and raised their hands to push the courtyard office door.

Inside, Ling Jiamu and Meng Sen stared at the duo in formal suits and spoke together.

"Are you going to a funeral?"

"Are you guys going to get married?"

"Send Xiaobai one last ride." Duan Xin patted his chest with a dignified expression.

Meng Sen said, "He's not dead yet, he just changed his equipment, it doesn't have to be like this."

"My brother can wear a suit, I have to take a picture and send it to my mother." Ling Jiamu poked his head out from behind, raised his hand, and snapped a picture.

Fearing that his brother would die, after taking the evidence, he quickly hid the communicator behind his back.

Ling Junhan remained motionless, glanced at Duan Xin, raised his hand and gently wrapped his shoulders.

He raised his chin slightly and said, "Take another picture, for two people."

Ling Jiamu: "?"

How can I feel something is wrong, but I can't tell.

He groaned, slowly took out the communicator again, stood in the middle, and the camera framed the two of them.

Shaking his hand, he commanded the station, "Xinxin is a little further to the right."

Duan Xin moved half an inch, her arm collided with Ling Junhan, and she couldn't stand still and staggered.

Ling Junhan raised his hand, conditioned reflex to gently hold Duan Xin's head, and bring it to his body.

Ling Jiamu frowned, looking at the close distance between the two, the weird feeling became more and more obvious.

The senior who touched his shoulder last time was turned away by him and moved a meter away.

When did his brother get so close to others?

"Okay." Ling Jiamu pressed the shutter with suspicion and turned on the screen, "Is this one?"

Duan Xin went to check and saw Ling Junhan who was slightly tilted in the photo, and complained, "You don't look at the camera, look at me."

"You have to look good." Ling Junhan said with a golden mouth, and the love words came at his fingertips.

He checked the photo, and the two of them in the same suit stood neatly, with a touch of intimacy.

The silver-white young man leaned slightly on his shoulder, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his amber pupils shone slightly.

Dignified and harmonious.

I have to say, it really looks like a wedding photo.

Ling Jiamu pursed his lips, glanced at the two of them, and glanced at Meng Sen again.

He raised his eyebrows and asked with his eyes: Did my brother take the wrong medicine?

Meng Sen ignored him.

He just raised his hands and pushed the two of them to the next room, "Don't get inked, let's take a look while Xiaobai can still start it up for a few minutes."

"Oh, Xiaobai is still waiting for us." Hearing this, Duan Xin hurriedly turned and went out.

Ling Jiamu straddled his legs and tried to follow, but the back collar of his clothes was caught.

He turned around and struggled, pulled out the collar with all his strength, and said in dissatisfaction, "Why are you pulling me, I want to see it too."

"Can you leave some private space for the two of you." Meng Sen clicked his tongue and dragged him back to the sofa with a little force.

Ling Jiamu looked in the direction the two were leaving. The left side and the right side were slender and harmonious.

He rested his elbows on his knees and muttered, "What private space, do you know something that I don't?"

Meng Sen brushed his hair as skillfully as a dog.

"You're a fucking idiot, you don't understand anything."

"Speak up if you have something to say, don't imitate my brother's IQ humiliation." Ling Jiamu kicked back with an aggrieved expression.

His IQ followed his mother's, and he was insulted since he was a child. What can he do?

Meng Sen poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and then made a sound, making a final decision.

"Didn't you see that your brother likes Duan Xin?"

Be quiet for five seconds.

Ling Jiamu's expression was still and he was stunned, as if he had heard some terrible news.

His brother, I like it, Duan Xin.

After calming down for a while, he howled: "What! He wants to fuck my son!!! Isn't this incest!!"