Chapter 112: .Ex-girlfriend of straw bag (8)

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Lin Lang woke up from another bed this time.
Waking up every day and discovering that the bed partner is not the same person is really exciting.
After more than half a month, Mo Xiaoyan found that her life had not changed a lot, and her courage gradually grew bigger.
She didn't want to sleep in that cold and unpopular study anymore, so she resumed her habit of changing rooms every day, but she didn't dare to stage a live spring palace at night.
After dragging her "fu", Lin Lang opened her eyes every time in a different room, and the people around her changed in exchange. She had to climb up in the middle of the night, and she returned to the east room where Xie Liancheng was.
How to say, in Lin Lang ’s eyes, this heroine is actually a bit of a waste of wood. Except for reading some poems and saying some stupendously advanced words, there is actually no extraordinary ability. The lazy ability is one-for-one.
When the male host Xie Liancheng didn't mention her, she was like an ostrich, subconsciously avoided Lin Lang's existence, and treated her ears as if she didn't know. She is more like taking Lin Lang as a "salvage", and every time the responsibilities assigned to her by the bureau will always be left to "the next day", let Lin Lang do it for her.
However, Lin Lang won't let her stay cool for too long, life always has a little fun, doesn't she?
"Are you leaving again?" The man next to him whispered, his amber eyes became more and more beautiful under the dim candlelight, and there was a feeling of grievance in the unclear, let her See clearly.
Lin Lang grinned, and it seemed that the tossing during this period was not fruitless.
Mo Xiaoyan is too confident in her charm, or that she is too confident in her men's self-control, thinking that after a good "deep" exchange, the men will remain steadfast and treat her "from One-off ".
In fact, the men are trying to get confused.
For example, Wen Ting's sentence is very interesting.
He never used "you" in front of Mo Xiaoyan.
Lin Lang played a high-cold general except Xie Liancheng. Wen Yan just raised his eyebrows coldly, trying to pull out the arm that was pillowed by him. However, the other party did not move his head gently as usual.
"Today is my birthday." He said in a low voice, "It is also the thirteenth year that I was kicked out of the house."
Because of his unusual pupil color, before being taken into the Wang Mansion, Wen Ting lived a life of scorn that was rejected. Compared with other nobles, Wen Ting has a scar of inferiority complex that is difficult to heal.
He rarely uncovers this forest wound in front of people, even if it is Mo Xiaoyan. Wen Ting confided for the first time that he saw the sympathy and pity in Mo Xiaoyan's eyes. In order to compensate him, the other party desperately bought him clothes and jewelry.
Later, gradually, he stopped talking.
In fact, he didn't want this.
He just wanted someone to share his fears and respect his past, rather than being isolated as a special, fragile thing.
After listening to Lin Lang, he was silent.
Wen Ting was a little disappointed, and was trying to raise her head to let her leave, but heard her speak, and the tone was as cold as ever, "So, what did you make this year?"
He stared at her stunned.
The first time I realized that she was not the prince.
Wang Ye will directly ask him what he wants, let people go out and buy it, and then hold him in front of him to please him.
But she asked him what you wished.
Wen Ting has a sour nose.
Humble as he, how can he qualify as a wisher?
Wishing that is a willful right that only children have, and there are only cold interests and results in the adult world.
He was a sinner in a deep quagmire. He had nothing and wanted to exchange it with his own body.
Wen Ting thought that, in order to survive, he had already adapted to the rules of the game of these dignitaries.
But why did this simple wish make him out of control?
The other person's eyes didn't dodge. His eyes were as cold as a lake and very compelling. Unlike Mo Xiaoyan's gentleness, he was terribly panicked and said, "I don't know.
"Can you write?"
The man shook his head and unconsciously dropped his beautiful slender neck.
"Then I will teach you."
Wen Ting suddenly looked up.
"First of all, if you stupid apprentice is not good at learning, don't say that I'm your entry-level master, this king can't afford to lose this person." Lin Lang posed with a high shelf, a cold and dead fish face, not human.
At this point did not stop Wen Ting's happy mood, he was excited, subconsciously plunged into Lin Lang's arms. Lin Lang's body was unsteady, and the two fell off the bed with a "gurgle".
Lin Lang hugged people and reached out to protect the other person's head. Instead, she hit her not badly, so painful that she just wanted to greet the ancestors on the floor cordially. of.
"Are you all right? Am I hurting you?" Wen Ting confessed.
"Just kidding, Ben Wang is not as coquettish as your men. It's not too heavy to have ten Ben Wangs on your small body." Lin Lang said blankly with his face open and talking nonsense. You know, her proficiency is hall-level, and she has a minor injury. How can she be beaten?
The man's eyes were bright and bright, and he had a strange look.
He was originally planning to get up. After hearing this sentence, his face was flushed, and the hand that supported the ground turned to hug Lin Lang's neck, pressing her coyly on her.
Press, press, shake.
Lin Lang scattered: "..."
There is no love at all.
There is a tragedy called to lift a stone and hit one's own feet.
Lin Lang suddenly wanted to take back the pretending words just now.
The paper window reflected the swaying candlelight, and the figures gradually overlapped.
Wen Ting secretly glanced at Lin Lang, the light outlined her calm and serious face, her eyebrows curved like a sharp edge, her lips closed tightly, and she had a grandeur's temperament.
His eyes fell on her holding her palm. Another person, with these hands, would only take off his clothes, touch his body, and launch an aggressive attack.
But this person's palm is soft and hot.
"What is this word?" He asked softly.
"Wen Ting."
For the first time, he felt that the name randomly given by his parents gave him a warm power and made him urge to cry.
So, without the knowledge of the hostess, Lin Lang dug away a foot of the wall without any difficulty, leaving her crying and nowhere to cry.
One day, Mo Xiaoyan returned from the ritual department and rushed to Wen Ting in front of him, offering treasures like palms, "Tinger, look, what is this?"
A string of delicate and beautiful emerald bracelets shines in the sun.
This is a rare thing. Nowadays, most of the gold and silver beads and jade in circulation in the Chu Kingdom market, things like gemstones cannot be bought with money. A relative of the official Cheng surnamed Cheng was doing border trade outside, and it was mixed with the wind and water. When he returned to visit relatives, he wrapped a lot of good things for this official, and she gave flowers to the prince Her Majesty the Queen.
Wen Ting smiled, "It's beautiful."
Then he took it and put it in the top dressing box.
Mo Xiaoyan froze for a moment, then figured out something, smiled at him helplessly, and took out the bracelet again. He was not allowed to put it on his beak to wear it for himself. It was only when he opened his sleeve that he found that the other side's slender wrist had a cluster of faded Red rope.
She didn't think much, and murmured.
"How many times have you said that the Wangfu is not short of money, and it is old, don't wear it! How good is the new one!"
Speaking, he pulled the red rope away and threw it on the stool at will, and Miz Zi buckled the emerald bracelet for him.
Wen Ting did not struggle.
Mo Xiaoyan was in a happy mood today. She used to read her unpleasant old books and praised her rarely. Cheng, an official who was not the wrong friend, gave her this gift, saying that she was interested in making her friend, she was proud of her officialdom. Walking is windy.
I can finally raise my eyebrows and exhale.
With this excitement, she wanted to find someone to do something happy.
She couldn't help but rushed towards Wen Ting and pushed the person onto the bed, her fingers unfastened the other's clothes. Wen Ting gave her a different feeling than others. He was soft and docile, like a clear, unspoiled spring.
Mo Xiaoyan sucked on his neck, and the other party was lying upright, gradually losing focus in his eyes.
When the matter was over, the woman slept soundly. Wen Ting took the lead in putting on clothes and shoes, asking for hot water, and scrubbing her body from head to toe with pancreas. He sat in the tub again for a long time, waiting for the hot water to cool down. Wen Ting took a clean towel and carefully wiped the water drops on his skin until a layer of redness appeared.
He didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, put on his blouse and walked out with a wet hair. Wen Ting leaned over, picked up the red rope on the stool, patted the dust that didn't exist, and put it in his shirt properly, closest to the heart.
I'm sorry, because your master's humbleness made you wronged.
Wen Ting lowered his eyes, and the butterfly-like beautiful eyelashes quivered gently, converging all his looks.
All this was given by the prince, he was not eligible for grievance.
Even if he felt himself-dirty.
Wen Ting has struggled in the mud. He has been hungry and has suffered. He knows better than others that the hard-earned life is hard to come by.
Perhaps he should be like a dazzling canary, obediently flattering, please his master.
This is the most beneficial for him.
Obviously a very simple thing, but now he can not convince himself.
He wanted to show the cleanest face in that man's eyes.
But he was already dirty.
Stained by others.
The man turned his head.
Staring blankly at the person on the bed.