Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Wu Xian was holding an ancient book in his hand, leaning on the head of the bed, one leg slightly half-bent, his hand on his knee, and turning the pages of the book without a match.

However, at this time, his eyes did not fall on the books, but on Wu Ling, who was sitting cross-legged on the lazy sofa in front of him, holding milk and showing off.

Wu Ling was wearing a little yellow duck towel on his head at this time, wearing a white shirt that reached his thighs, his legs were wide apart, his head was slightly tilted, and his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down.

In front of him lay a small bottle of milk, which had been empty.

Wu Xian looked at his bold sitting posture and posture like a cow's drink, and the expression on his face was not only a hint of amusement, but also a hint of calculation.

He coughed in his mouth, and said seriously to the child who firmly believed that drinking milk could

grow taller: "Xiaoling, scientific research has proved that drinking milk will make people taller This statement is to coax children, you don't grow taller when you drink so much milk, it's just that you will go to the toilet a few more times at night."

When Wu Ling heard this, he frantically flaunted the milk in his mouth, and he wrinkled his nose and glared at his brother.

Wu Xian received his 'intimidating' little eyes, immediately surrendered, raised his hand and smiled: "Okay, okay, I won't say it, you drink, you drink." "

Hmph.

Wu Ling pursed his lips, he glanced at the remaining half of the milk in his hand, and then at his brother's somewhat ill-intentioned expression.

In the end, he decisively got up from the sofa with the milk and ran to his brother.

When Wu Xian saw him coming, he didn't even move, leaned lazily on the head of the bed, and looked at him with a smile: "Angry?"

"Hmph."

Wu Ling didn't pay attention to him, but waved his little paws, and directly stuffed the remaining half of the milk into Wu Xian's hand, and then got into the quilt with a grunt, and said in a muffled voice:

"Don't drink it!"

Wu Xian looked at the bulging little ball next to him, bent the corners of his lips, and the cunning in his eyes flashed.

He drank the milk in his hand and placed the empty cup on the bedside table, along with the ancient book on his lap.

Then Wu Xian turned off the light in the bedroom, lay down next to the bulging little ball, patted the little ball lightly with his fingers, and said softly in his mouth:

"Okay, okay, brother is wrong, I won't tease you, come out quickly, it's weird inside." The

little ball bulged, but there was no little golden head coming out of it.

Wu Xian turned to the side slightly, lowered his eyes and looked at the little group, his eyes were full of tenderness.

A glimmer of moonlight in front of the window shone on his face through the gap in the curtain, making his brow gentle.

His fingers pulled the quilt covering Xiao Tuanzi's body slightly, his voice was low and magnetic, and there was a slight smile at the end: "Really don't come out?"

The little tuanzi moved, and two little fingers came out of it, pulling back the quilt that had been torn apart by Wu Xian, and then left a heavy hum.

"Stinky brother, you actually mean that I am short, this feud is settled between the two of us, draw the sword!"

After Wu Xian heard this, he raised his eyebrows, his expression was a little meaningful, and asked thoughtfully:

"Are you sure you want to draw your sword here?"

Dude I suspect you're driving, but I don't have proof.

"Is there one?" Wu Xian blinked innocently when he heard this, his body was closer to the little ball, his fingers tapped on it, and his voice smiled:

"Wronged, I don't have it, how do you say that?"

Xiao Tuanzi moved, and a small voice that sounded like a pouting mouth and an unhappy face came out of it

: "Stinky brother, do you mean that my heart is not pure?"

Wu Xian laughed silently, lowered his eyes and looked at the little tuanzi moving around, his expression was gentle with a bad smile, but his voice was very sincere:

"No, no, I don't dare." "

Cut.

The little ball moved under his hand, like a child losing his temper, and struck him lightly.

Wu Xian bent his lips with a smile, hooked his arm, directly grabbed the little ball, and patted his palm:

"Okay, don't be angry, brother is wrong, brother will make amends to you, and when you wake up, brother will take you to the mall to buy delicious food."

The little ball moved slightly as he grabbed it, and after hearing this, it stopped for a while, and a small voice that sounded still a little unhappy came out of it.

"It's delicious, isn't it?

Wu leaned his head against the small ball, and his fingers gently pulled the corner of the small quilt, when he felt that he could pull.

His eyes closed slightly, his mouth chuckled

, and said, "Then add a new mobile phone, tablet, and new pajamas, clothes, snacks, plus three meals and desserts every day in the future, and then ......"

Wu Xian's dessert after the meal just fell, and the words after that were not finished.

A little wet little golden head melon seed couldn't wait to get out of the quilt wrapped in his arms.

When this little head came out, a cheerful and excited voice followed:

"Really, brother, can you choose dessert after dinner?"

Wu Ling rubbed his elbow against the sheets, and looked at Wu Xian expectantly, his face full of liveliness.

On his nose, because he had just gotten into the quilt and covered a little sweat, his cheeks were also a little red, and with his eyes that were a little sparkling because of his little gluttony, he looked smart and simple.

Wu Xian looked at his younger brother who was about to catch up with the owl when he heard the dessert, and scratched his nose with a smile:

"You little gluttonous cat, don't you get angry with me?"

Wu Ling has one of the biggest advantages, that is, he is a quacky person who can bend and stretch.

He hugged Wu Xian's arm with a smile, and shook it a little pretentiously:

"Hehe, ouch brother~ Look at what you said, how could I be angry with you, right?

After saying this, Wu Ling seemed to be afraid that Wu Xian would not agree, so he directly hugged his arm tightly, and his leg was still clamped between one of his legs.

He was like a little maggot, holding Wu Xian's arm and rubbing it up, the expression on his face was like that squinting and grinning dog emoji, and he asked with a pretentious smile:

"So brother, can I choose my own dessert after dinner?"