Transmigrating Into a Violent General’s Sweetheart Breeder

Standing at the door was Lu Jinbei.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, the man retracted his gaze, staring at the rose fence at the entrance of the nursery school, and lightly fell on Ling Huan.

Cheng Cheng's kicking calf stopped, and Ling Huan tilted his head to look at Lu Jinbei as Ling Huan was holding him. With his mouth opened, he waved his short hand towards Lu Jinbei with a smile, "My brother said you just now! "

Ling Huan's right eyelid jumped twice, and quickly reached out his hand to cover his Chengcheng mouth. He raised his head pretendingly, "Why are you here?"

Looking at the quiet aircraft not far away, Ling Huan asked a little uncertainly, "Have you waited for a long time?"

Why didn't Lu Jinbei message him?

"It didn't take long."

Ling Huan was inexplicably uneasy. His heart had been beating fast since he saw Lu Jinbei just now.

Why are you waiting for him at the gate of the nursery school today? Didn’t you stuff Lu Jinbei with sugar yesterday, can you forget the things of the past two days? Is there something wrong again?

When he thinks of Lu Jinbei's problem, he not only feels a headache, but also quietly relieved.

It doesn't matter to him whether the props are used, he uses everything that can be used, and reports to him if he has any problems, and actively corrects them.

He is very dedicated.

If you want to punish you, you should 009.

Ling Huan stared at Lu Jin Bei’s expressionless face for a long time and couldn’t see any results. He tentatively asked, "Is there something to ask? Didn’t I tell you in the morning that nothing happened in the past few days, remember? If you can’t remember..."

Lu Jinbei got closer to him.

"What do you want me to forget?"

Ling Huan’s back was sweating, and he smirked and pretended to be stupid, "What did you say? Why didn't I understand? When I went out in the morning, you didn't seem to let you pick me up at night. I just asked why."

Lu Jinbei looked at him calmly avoiding his sight, the corners of his lips curled up with a very shallow arc, and he whispered, "The alarm bell set by Guangnao rang an hour ago, and a note was written on it. I will come to the nursery to take you home."

"I don't remember, don't you remember?" Lu Jinbei looked at him, "The alarm was set three days ago. I should pick you up every day these days, right?"

"Of course I remember." Ling Huan took the lead and walked forward, rubbing his temples as he walked, "I have been too busy recently at work, and I easily forget things."

He grabbed the palm of his hand, wiped the sweat from his hands on his clothes, and quickly got into Lu Jinbei's aircraft.

It turned out to be an alarm.

Fortunately, it was just an alarm.

Not the third person to remind.

According to Lu Jinbei's personality, it is certainly impossible to tell others what happened between him and him.

It seems that Lu Jinbei really didn't think of it.

On the contrary, he was too eager because he was worried that something went wrong, which would arouse suspicion from the other party.

Ling Huan decided to be more natural from now on.

...

A very remote bar in Ole Star.

Although the place is off, the entrance is quite lively.

The resident band is playing drums. There are many people in the bar, most of whom are alphas and strong betas. They are casually dressed and out of character, and there are noisy people around.

In such a place, even if you are very close, you have to speak with your throat to make the other person hear clearly.

Si Jingming sat in the most inconspicuous corner, looking at the expensive price list of the bar indifferently, while staring at the time with the after-sight.

There was an extra hand wrapped in white gloves in front of him.

Two glasses of lemonade and a porcelain plate are placed on the wooden table.

In the porcelain plate stood a small cake with the size of a palm, topped with a chocolate in the shape of a heart, and a golden spoon was thoughtfully placed on the side.

In the air filled with all kinds of alcohol and alpha mixed pheromones, he rashly broke into the sweet smell of cake, as if he had smeared a piece of honey on his table.

"Waiter." Feeling that the person standing next to him hadn't left after delivering the items, but calmly holding the plate, Si Jingming frowned slightly, "Is the item on the wrong table?"

The waiter bent down to listen to him, his voice was soft and magnetic, "What did you say, sir?"

"I only ordered two glasses of water."

Si Jingming raised his head, his voice suddenly stopped, "Why are you here?"

He suddenly found that he had met with this sneaky man several times, but he didn't know the other's name yet, so he pursed his lower lip. The other party was clever as if he could know what he was thinking one step in advance, and took out a piece of material from his waistcoat pocket. On the thick paper, I took a pen on the table, bent over and quickly wrote a word on the paper.

The imprints that made deep marks were illuminated by the warm-colored lights on the top of the bar, as if they were glowing with hot golden light.

The man curled his lips and smiled. When Si Jingming met his eye-catching face, he found that the man's eyes were as transparent as amber when illuminated by the radiant light.

"Didn't you let me find a job? I'm listening to you."

The man's fingers pushing the paper over were cold, and when he suddenly touched his fingertips, the frozen Si Jingming shivered.

Si Jingming looked down and saw clearly that a word was written on the paper, Ye.

The man whispered, "I am working here today, Doctor Si, just call me Ah Ye."

Feeling that the name is a bit intimate, with the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth, he didn't call it out for a long time. Si Jingming said, "You have something on the wrong table."

"That's right." Tan Ye bent over, leaned on Si Jingming and spoke with a loose voice, and her long eyelashes dropped, "Because you are so good-looking, this dessert is deducted from my salary."

"I gave you this personally."

Si Jingming was not used to being so close, and subconsciously tilted his head, "No, I don't like to eat..."

"How can I know if I like it or not if I don't try?"

The porcelain plate that Si Jingming pushed back was held by his slender fingertips, and he turned the direction calmly and sent it back again.

Tan Ye felt the strength he had originally resisted, and smiled and gently touched Si Jingming’s shoulder, and quickly withdrew his hand before the other party became angry.

"Eating sweets will make you feel good, don't be stern."

The door of the bar was pushed open by a burly, bearded man, and Tan Ye stood behind the bar and wiped the glass in his hand lightly. The bar was facing the door.

He glanced at the hurried man, raised his brows slightly, changed his posture of standing against the bar, and moved two steps to the side, just enough to get a panoramic view of Si Jingming's table.

The bearded man walked straight to Si Jingming, took the lemonade on the table and drank it, and then sat down relaxedly, looking at a small plate of cake on the table with some strangeness.

The cake is half eaten.

Obviously Si Jingming, who had been sitting here just now, ate it.

"When do you like to eat sweets?" The man touched his chin, and when he slapped the glass on the table, the table trembled because of excessive force.

The golden spoon was scraped on the porcelain plate, making a harsh sound. Si Jingming was silent for a moment and pushed the thing aside, took a piece of paper to wipe the corner of his mouth, and said with a light expression.

"It's free, I will taste it."

"This little gadget Ole Star sells the most expensive." The bearded man chuckles slightly, "I thought you had turned your temper."

"Talk about business." He panted, Yu Guang looked around the people drinking and punching in the circle bar, and moved a little closer to Si Jingming, his voice lowered.

"What we were looking for before, there are clues."

...

Ling Huan's perception of emotions is exceptionally strong.

Tonight, he obviously made ten sweet and sour dried fish for Lu Jinbei, but Lu Jinbei ate five. He usually eats two bowls of rice and only ate one bowl today.

He felt Lu Jinbei angry.

However, Lu Jinbei also behaved as if nothing had happened.

The most disturbing thing is that he doesn't know why Lu Jinbei is angry. Is it because he really waited for him at the gate of the nursery school today for twenty minutes?

Ling Huan worried and worried about Lu Jinbei's future lover. After waiting for more than 20 minutes, he became angry. How impatient, and he didn't send any news when he arrived, hiding in the corner waiting for someone to find out. Didn’t you say that you didn’t wait long, isn’t this deliberately looking for anger?

The psychology of the cat department is really confusing.

When you fall in love in the future, will you stand at the dating site and pinch a stopwatch to calculate the arrival time for your lover?

He hasn't been angry because Lu Jinbei was forcibly taken to bed by the influence of pheromone before, so that he is no longer a virgin magician. How could Lu Jinbei sued the wicked person first?

Ling Huan frowned slightly. Now Lu Jinbei lost that memory. If he was really angry, he seemed to find someone to vent, so he could only sulking himself.

When I returned to the room, I didn't find Lu Jinbei. Instead, I saw a small group of bulges in the quilt.

He lifted the quilt and saw a little leopard with messy fur, his long tail patted uncomfortably on the sheets.

Ling Huan couldn't help but lower his eyebrows at the plush. The situation was the same as last night. He guessed that there was a problem with the props in the spiritual realm, but now Lu Jinbei couldn't remember the previous event, so he had to open his eyes wide. Make a look of surprise, and ask again, "How come you become a beast?"

Lu Jinbei's paw was pressed on Ling Huan's thigh, "I don't know."

"The hair is messy." Ling Huan picked up the small group, hooked the drawer with his fingertips and took out the smooth hair brush, "May I help you remake it?"

Lu Jinbei stepped into Ling Huan's arms and lifted his back to Ling Huan's hand.

Helping Lu Jinbei deal with the knots, the soft hairs rubbed against the palms of his hands. Ling Huan couldn't help but replace the position of the hair brush with his own hands, and touched the fluffy little head with satisfaction. When I retracted my hand, there were a few long golden hairs in my fingers.

The atmosphere was still very tense, but Ling Huan suddenly laughed, knowing that the leopard facing him was tough when he turned into a human form, but the soft look now really pokes his heart too much.

Unknown, Lu Jinbei raised his head.

Ling Huan met the long and thin golden pupils and immediately stopped his smile, and put the palms still holding Mao in front of Lu Jinbei, coughing lightly, "No, Lu Jinbei, I don't want to laugh. You mean, but you really shed hair."

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