Chapter 128: .Basketball ex-girlfriend (24)

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Lin Lang chased the man in two steps and took two steps to hug him from behind.
Xie Liancheng had an unsteady situation and fell on Lin Lang's chest.
He also wanted to struggle and was hugged more tightly by Lin Lang.
"Lian Cheng has said, as long as the general likes it, whatever the city can do. Isn't the general still unclear about my intentions? How can Lian Cheng deceive the general if he is a husband and wife?" The man's tone became lonely and seemed to laugh at himself "Sure enough, no matter how much effort Liancheng has spent, the general will always be ..."
The other person's finger flicked his face and kissed from behind.
It was so dense that he couldn't escape.
Xie Liancheng gradually softened and leaned on her.
"I'm sorry, I think it's wrong. The worst thing I should do is to doubt you, and you won't make the same mistakes in the future. You have a lot of adults, Fang. Forgive me for being stupid this time, okay?" Lin Langqing Say it sincerely.
Xie Liancheng lowered his head, his slender eyelashes concealed the look in his eyes, "Can I still ... believe the general?"
He showed an uneasy gesture.
"I promise, I will never doubt you again." Lin Lang said.
The man smiled again, turned his head and buried his face in her chest, pulling her shirt like a child.
Lord General, it's a lie.
He hooked his lips.
It was cold outside, and Lin Lang let people go back to the house to rest first. Instead, he went to Baiyuelou and said that he wanted to bring some of the tailoring masters himself.
Although it is impossible to imagine how the prince could not communicate with the masters about the "aesthetic of the man's house" with a cold face, it is rare that she has this thought, and Xie Liancheng can't stop it.
He stepped on the deep snow and returned to the house.
The butler gave him a vague look, and then retreated after saluting.
Xie Liancheng raised his hand and picked up the wooden box on the table, and opened it gently.
A crystal and round amber, refracting a light yellowish reddish light, is extremely beautiful and delicate.
It seems that the general is very concerned about Wen Guijun, even if he has amnesia, he has shown extraordinary attention to him.
Xie Liancheng turned and opened the red paint box.
There was a strange smell inside.
If it weren't for the box to be well-sealed, the smell would have long gone.
It didn't take him so long to pick this Tibetan box.
The man's breath was so low that he couldn't even lift his eyelids to glare at the man with the beast in front of him.
"Tomorrow is Wen Guijun's 20th birthday." He said meaningfully.
"This is a gift prepared by the general for you, so please continue."
Xie Liancheng smiled and let go.
The piece of amber was like a bright light, hitting Wen Ting's face with a "snap" sound, and quickly rolled down below. In this dark and cold box, its light seemed to be dim a lot.
"Sorry, his hands are a bit slippery." He said sorry in his mouth, but the smile on his face was untouched, cheerful, light, and even excited.
"So, goodbye."
Poor, miserable toy.
The lid of the box fell again, masking the smell and blocking Wen Ting's sight.
This is the last world he saw.
Lin Lang came back quickly and her face was flushed with redness. Xie Liancheng made people hit the hot water and twisted the veil to wipe her body.
"Your hands don't seem to be honest," Lin Lang said.
"Don't the general like it?" The corner of his mouth raised slightly.
"Don't show such an attractive expression, don't blame me when you cry."
Lin Lang skillfully picked up the man and planned to walk towards the bed.
Xie Liancheng pulled her hair and bewitched, "It's a bit boring to always be in bed ... General, let's go to another place today to play?"
"Oh?" Lin Lang raised an eyebrow.
What kind of tricks do male masters want to play?
Xie Liancheng broke free from her arms and sat lazily on the side box. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the hairpin, his hair covered with blue silk scattered everywhere, and the small face that made his slap grow weaker and more pitiful.
"Here, how?"
He tilted his face, just like the innocent little child, in order to be able to go out to play, he made a soft and cute look, hoping to get the consent of the adults.
Is this guy ... afraid that people are not stimulating enough to die?
Lin Lang groaned.
The prey eager to be rescued, before dying, hears the luscious voice of the beloved one entwined with another rival.
She naturally has to cooperate with Xie Liancheng's performance.
Pushed the person to the innermost side of the box, back against the wall, and launched the most violent attack.
A wood plank less than an inch thick separates the two worlds.
The people above are lingering.
The people below are heartbroken.
"I hurt you? Why are you crying so badly?"
"No ... the general is very gentle ... Liancheng is happy ..."
The man with a red face was lying weak on the shoulder of the woman, chuckling and said, "Liancheng is scared, afraid that this is just a dream, and the general will not remember me after waking up ..."
"Fool." She helplessly supported the other's waist. "Don't worry, this time I have remembered you well. The way you are happy, the way you are angry, and the lovely way you hug me tightly after falling asleep I have kept this in mind, how could I forget it? "
"Liancheng, I will love you forever."
"The only thing you need to worry about is the upbringing of our children in the future."
Lin Lang kissed his cheek, "What if you are so gentle, in case the children get naughty and make you cry?"
The deep affection in her eyes made his heart hurt a little.
Xie Liancheng even thought that it was at this moment that his life was over and there was no regret.
"Isn't there a general?" He rubbed her neck, revealing a strong attachment. "I am a kind father, a general is a strict mother. If the city can't suppress it, the general will come to the rescue."
"You are so cunning, are you trying to make the children afraid of me, so I can go to your side for comfort?" Lin Lang squeezed his nose and spoiled him.
"Isn't this good? The general can only get close to Liancheng."
"Even my own child's vinegar is eaten. Did I marry a vinegar jar?"
"The general regrets it?"
"Well, I regret it."
Lin Langmo wiped his cheeks and wiped away the sweat. "I regret that I failed to meet you earlier. In the sixteenth year after you were born, I couldn't witness your growth."
"Sorry, it took you so long to find you."
Xie Liancheng's face climbed a little shyly, and there was an intoxication in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter, let's have a good time together in the future."
Lin Lang kissed him again and started a new round of intimacy.
"Boom, boom--"
The box shook slightly and listened to the dull sound of the impact.
If it is normal, this level of sound is easily heard.
However, for lovers who are lingering, how can they "discover" what is wrong here?
"Woo--"
The low whimper sounded like the wind passing through the alley in the middle of the night, mixed with the despair of some kind of creature calling for help.
The noise is getting louder.
Lin Lang stopped the motion, "Liancheng, have you heard the sound?"
"The general is here again." He shook his head helplessly. "You said so before. Liancheng thought that there was really something hidden here. After the cleaning was done, he checked it by the way and found nothing."
"Not so much this ..."
He gasped and his eyes were unclear, "Isn't the general in general? Will he always use this excuse to block the city ... woo ..."
His lips were plugged again.
Questioning a woman's ability often costs a lot.
The belly-dark couples neglected some of the noise of the bottom box.
The sound of the impact gradually weakened.
In his ears was a small whisper of blushing heartbeat, but Wen Ting did not have the initial anger, leaving only infinite sadness. As the captive time grew, his breathing and heartbeat slowed, and his eyes flicked.
He numbly listened to the love outside.
Once upon a time, she said the same to him.
"What are you doing, this ink loves your face? It's ugly."
"Yes, sorry, Lord."
"Forget it, you're so stupid, don't be my apprentice anymore, this king's face will be lost by you."
"Yes ..."
He looked at him as if he was about to cry.
She laughed loudly and wiped the ink off his face.
"Little idiot, just tease you."
"You're still the king's husband, it doesn't matter if you are stupid."
At that time, the speaker was careless, but the listener was silly.
In fact, he is nowhere near smarter than a knife, and bothers are in vain.
Wen Ting struggled to move his stiff neck and turned his face to the other side. His vision was blurry, and he vaguely saw a piece of dark paint not far away.
It was the amber the prince gave him.
That's great, she still remembers his birthday.
A long time ago, he knew that the prince became another person. In order to let her stay, he deliberately lied about her birthday and pulled out her life experience so that she could pity.
She didn't know his caution, but asked her what he wished very seriously.
Until now, he still clearly remembered the scene at that time, remembering all the expressions on her face.
After tonight, he is a 20-year-old "adult".
In the Chu Kingdom, a man with twenty weak crowns means "formal adulthood". It is an independent individual recognized by the government. He can choose to enter the DPRK as an official, or he can choose to stand on his own. Walking in this world.
An adult should look like an adult. Wen Ting has thought about his adult appearance many times: maturity, reason, calmness, even if the sky collapses, he should not change his face.
He will not cry like a child for a long time because of a little thing.
He will become very powerful, no one dares to bully him.
Won't cry anymore.
He always thought so.
Obviously think so.
However, the tears were disobedient, salty, soaking the corners of the mouth.
Later, Wen Ting found an excellent excuse for his weak tears.
It doesn't matter, he will always be nineteen.
For children, crying is their unique right.
Anyway, it's a kid, he doesn't have to be afraid of others' ridicule.
Like a child who couldn't find a sugar cake, Wen Ting cried out of breath.
He did not know what he was crying for.
Finally, in the narrow cold box, he stopped breathing.
He was twenty years old and was late.