I Can’t Write Any ‘Below the Neck’ Love Scenes

Chapter 2:

??, so beautiful! The narrow and narrow eyes of Danfeng, the tight thin lips, and the slender figure are indeed standard men.

Ye Ming has survived an addiction.

Even if I wrote it myself, I was shocked when I saw a real person.

Ye Ming began to think about whether he should reconsider Duan Muling's drama after returning.

Cannon fodder men or whatever seemed to wrong him.

He began to figure out what kind of play he could give him.

Otherwise, he will be given a meat show with the wolf tribe, and he will definitely get a thousand likes.

You can also arrange a better end for him, put down the butcher knife or something.

It is too miserable that labor and capital wrote him.

I usually see nothing when I see it. When I saw a real person, I was really guilty.

Ye Ming's eyes turned to Duan Muling's lack of energy.

Duanmuling looked at the servant with a vivid expression in front of him, and felt a headache.

This person is wrong.

No matter how he stood in front of him, he could seem to live in his own world.

Wait, in the end, when he looked at himself, what was in his eyes?

There was a weird feeling in Duanmuling's heart, that person, apologized to himself?

Seems to sympathize with yourself?

The two were relatively speechless.

Duanmu Ling was a little blocked in her heart, as if there was something going on.

He has been discriminated against and insulted since he was a child.

When he grew up and took over his property, others were afraid he would hate him.

He hated grievances and felt that everyone in the world was sorry for him.

But no one has ever sympathized with his situation.

And now, a servant who met for the first time made him feel emotions he had never felt before.

It's weird!

There is absolutely no reason!

Does the owner need sympathy?

He had no idea what to do with the servant.

Originally, he wanted to discount the servant's legs and rush out.

However, in this case, he suddenly wanted to keep him by his side for a look.

How to say, the emotion is very fresh, and even ... looks pretty good.

Ye Ming didn't know it at all, and his little sense of concealment made him escape.

It also brings endless trouble.

Chapter 2 Ye Ming Is Detained

A book boy, what is the task?

According to Duan Muling's understanding, in the early morning, he was given paper, ground ink, and made tea, waiting for him to come to the study or read a book or work.

This book boy is different now.

When he arrived, the newly promoted book boy was flipping through his things.

Duan Muling felt a headache.

He coughed, and the book boy seemed startled and stood still.

Duan Muling felt that his patience was flowing at a rapid rate.

In fact, since bearing the burden of humiliation and sitting on the seat of the city, he has forgotten what patience looks like.

In this case, he has killed Ye Ming a hundred times.

There was a touch of sympathy in Ye Ming's eyes.

Duanmu Ling froze. He really didn't know where he made the book boy feel pitiful.

However, this strange pity has a soothing effect.

Duan Muling believes that the book boy needs to be trained a bit, but he doesn't have to kill it immediately.

So he sat down, "Put paper, grind ink, serve tea and do it every morning, you know?"

Ye Ming's head kept rattling.

Duan Muling felt that he should not be too patient, so he had the illusion that he was also a good person.

He began to work with satisfaction.

What Ye Ming is looking for is a cultivation practice.

This exercise is in this study, but no one knows its importance.

Later, after the male chairman Tian Wangli defeated Duan Muling, he came to this study, and under the protagonist's aura, saw this exercise, so he owned it without anyone knowing.

This exercise method is considered to be an intermediate-level exercise method. It is not very powerful, but it has an effect that is to stimulate the natural blood.

Xi Tian forgets that he is useless and pleases the woman. Sure enough, it seduce a half-human half-fox, and a 419 comes.

This time, Ye Ming plans to give it to Duanmuling.

If the blood of his wolf is fully awakened, it is not easy to defeat him with his ability to forget fifth order now.

He felt guilty at the thought of Duan Muling being tortured to a disability and marching on the street.

Moreover, he may be given this exercise, and maybe Duan Muling was released when he was happy.

The problem is, now it's still the outline! !! !!

Where is the work method? Labor and capital do not know! !! !!

Ye Ming calmed himself down. The author is himself. The position of the exercises is certainly not too clever.

Wait for Duanmuling to go out, and find it.

Duan Muling wrote a letter intently, and he was in a good mood this morning.

Ye Mingbai was bored, paying attention to the content of the letter.

The content is really nothing, but the words are very beautiful.

Duanmu Ling gave a like in his heart.

Look at my son. When I was a kid, I was bullied into this way. I definitely can't learn it well, and I can still learn such words.

Duanmuling felt the weird wave next to him, and looked at Ye Ming with a glance.

He just saw Ye Min's pride and admiration before he could close it.

Duanmu Ling hit a spirit.

He was so hard when he was a kid, he practiced calligraphy on his back, and only hoped his father would admire him.

As a result, after experiencing so many disappointments and resentments towards his father, until he killed his father, he even saw this vision on his little book boy's face.

Duanmuling felt that a hard corner in his heart had collapsed.

Duanmuling squinted, "How old are you?"

Ye Ming made a mistake, he was twenty-six outside the book, it should be smaller here, "eighteen."

Duanmu Ling stopped talking and continued writing.

But he was no longer attentive, and he faintly hoped that the little book boy would look at him again with such appreciation.

But he did not succeed.

Ye Ming's eyes were dull, and then he was half-closed and seemed to be dozing.

Duanmu Ling was extremely upset.

The owner of this city is writing. Can't you a little bookboy look at it? !! !!

Do you have to sleep? !! !!

He sang, "Wake up!"

Ye Ming opened his eyes in shock.

Seeing Duanmuling's angry face, Ye Ming was scared.

Damn, would he kill me?

This is the master of the city known for its cruelty! !!

Duanmu Ling is even more upset.

After reading the snobbery and viciousness of the people for more than two decades, he thought that these people deserved to die.

But the little bookboy was as afraid of him as everyone else, and he was irritated.

This person should not be afraid of himself. Should be ... willing to be close to myself.

Duanmuling finds the right word in his heart.

Duanmuling took a breath and calmed himself. This little book boy still needs to be tuned up, and there is no need to kill.

No need to kill for the time being.

Duanmuling said in a steady voice, "Go to sleep on that deck chair."

Ye Ming looked at Duan Muling's calm face and was moved.

Who said he was cruel, who said he was hopeless!

The attitude of the city owner should not be too good!

I went to bed in class when I was reading, and when I was treated so well, I ate chalk or blackboard eraser.

Did the teacher say, "Go to bed and go to my office"?

The outline must be changed, and you should consider whether to let him be the third male lead.

Duanmuling looked at Ye Ming's moved expression, and there was an unspeakable contentment in her heart.

This feels right, and he should look at me like that.

This little book boy seems to find something he wants in him.

It feels very good.

Ye Ming took a nap on the lounger.

Duanmuling began to feel bored.

Do you lie down when the city lord asks you to lie down?

You're welcome, you understand?

Have you really fallen asleep before the owner of this city?

There was a sudden snoring sound in my ear.

Duanmuling growled.

You really can sleep! !!

Ye Ming didn't know that Duan Muling had to practice under the sun for Mao.

He didn't know he was a book boy, and Mao had to stand with him to practice martial arts.

Not allowed to stand in the shade.

I slept for a little while just now and was caught by Duan Muling.

Who messed with him while he was sleeping? His face was black like a piece of black charcoal.

Immediately said to practice.

Can't you afford to buy sparring at home?

A book boy for Mao to accompany you to suffer?

Hero, it's noon now, how about noon?

What else is there, months? Lunar June, June!

Ye Ming's sweat ran down like a bath.

Duanmuling is also sweating.

He felt like a fool.

Want to bully that kid, but also for Mao himself?

My body is wet, how can I practice it?

Duanmuling took off his coat.

At the same time, he felt a fiery sight.

Ye Ming's eyes narrowed.

Wide shoulders, thin and narrow waist, streamlined figure, fat-free chest and abdomen, strong muscles, and long legs ...

A set of adjectives rolled over Ye Ming's head.

The characters in his own writing became real, that was not ordinary satisfaction.

Ye Ming took out a small notebook for taking notes and wrote down a steady stream of inspiration in his head.

Duan Muling felt that he had been taken advantage.

That's right, it was made cheap.

In front of this little book boy looked at his body with no worries, looked at himself afterwards, and then strove to write on his own small book, scratching his hair from time to time.

It's too weird.

Duanmuling took a lunge and stretched his long arm to **** Ye Ming's hand.

"Duan Muling pressed the charming wolf girl under her body, stroking her beep on one side, her lips covering the beep on the other. There was no trace of fat on his body, which undoubtedly existed like a beep to the wolf girl. He stripped down his shirt and exposed a huge beep in front of his waist. "

Duanmuling squinted his eyes, his face blue and white for a while.

The storm is coming.

Ye Ming is ready to start.

Unfortunately, his reaction was not enough, Duan Muling grabbed his neckline, dragged him all the way into the chaifang, and then "banged" the door and locked it.

"Without my orders, no one will be allowed to deliver food to him or let him out. The offender will be beaten to death!"

Duanmuling's voice is not ordinary rage.

On the one hand, he was blasphemed.

More importantly, he was in pain.

He has half the blood of the wolf demon tribe, which is his shame, and also the talk after dinner at Fenggucheng's home.

Said to be the city owner, in fact everyone was just afraid of him, and no one looked down on him.

This Ye Ming dared to write about his good relationship with the wolf girl, wasn't it obvious that he was poking at his pain, suggesting that he only deserves to be with the wolf girl?

There is no excuse for sin!

枉 He thought he was different from others!

Ye Ming cried, "I will never dare, I will never dare!"

Son Guan Laozi, thunder and thunder!

Duanmuling has gone far.

He has to think about how to deal with this book boy.

Is it a disability? Still chopped into a meat sauce.

The next morning Duan Muling came to Chaifang.

He had forgotten about the little book boy, but when he came to the study early in the morning, he remembered him.

Although Xiaoyan spreads the paper very flat, Mo Yan is very meticulous, and the tea brews very well.

Only this Ye Ming can actually make him feel a kind of warmth.

Although it is not obvious, he feels that this Ye Ming is not afraid of him at least, and sometimes even takes pride in him.