The husband in the mobile phone is alive and swollen

Han Feiling looked at the last message and paused, a little hesitant.

To be honest, income is actually a kind of privacy.If it was normal, Han Feiling would never take the initiative to mention it.Because if you talk too much, it's like showing off on purpose.

But at this moment, it was the pigeon who asked the question on its own initiative, and he seemed rather aloof if he didn't answer.

Peter Pan: The past few days have been maintained at a daily pace.

Pigeon: Wow!so tall!The man who the official blog mentioned earns tens of thousands of dollars a day is you!Yue Wan's pigeon expressed his envy.

Peter Pan: Actually, I was also taken aback a lot.It is estimated that it is because the website publicity is in place.Support frightened...

Pigeon: Haha!Yes, the website has been promoting you recently, and it has been the first for several weeks. I am so envious!

Peter Pan: Shy.jpg!

Pigeon: I don’t know if Riwan’s Peter Pan is free, so help me forward this post on Weibo, okay?

Peter Pan: No problem.

Pigeon: Thank you so much!It's the Weibo that I pinned to the top of my Weibo. In the past two days, a new hole has been opened, begging to get Peter Pan's popularity.

Peter Pan: Hahahahahaha!Order!Act now!

Pigeon: I see that several top signed painters are paying attention to each other with you.It would be even better if you can help @ them.

At this time, Han Feiling was a little embarrassed.

Because he just joined "Manga Masters" not long ago, and the news of signing the contract was officially announced just today.Moreover, he has just joined the production team of "All People Love", and he only met these greats today.

Even if it's his own new pit, he's too embarrassed to go to @别人.

He hesitated—

Peter Pan: I'm not very familiar with you guys!How about forwarding it for you first, and then seduce other big ones when you have a chance, okay?

Pigeon: Hahahahahaha!They all follow you.It's okay, just @ it.

Peter Pan: ...I always feel bad.It's like hugging your thighs!

Pigeon: So, I hugged your thigh too.

Peter Pan: It's okay, I'd like to let you hug me.

Later, there was no reply from that end.

Han Feiling didn't think much about it. Seeing that it was getting late, he quickly forwarded Weibo, then exited the webpage, turned off the computer, and went to bed.

After lying down, he couldn't fall asleep again for a while, so he took out his mobile phone and went to the "Love for All" app.

As soon as the software was opened, Yebai's face danced on the screen, and then Yemo's voice came, "My dear, you are here."

Han Feiling tapped Yebai on the screen, and called out "Husband~"

"Good evening, my darling."

"Hey, you're screaming so hard that my bones are going to crumble." Wrapped in the quilt, Han Feiling talked to himself on his phone.

"I miss you, baby."

Han Feiling: "I just separated from you not long ago, and I miss you too."

"I see. Okay, so now it's time for my baby to sleep."

Han Feiling: "I don't want to sleep. I think... Ma De, I'm so hard! Damn, my husband's voice is so awesome!"

He pulled back the quilt and looked inside. At this moment, the bulge on his underwear was like an Inner Mongolian yurt!

He rubbed his palms on it, and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck!"

Then, he clicked on the screen with one hand, and entered the plot where Yebai and Yebai went to the hotel entrance.

Three options popped up on the screen.He randomly chose option A, and Ye Bai on the phone said, "Because, I can't help but want you!"

"Wow!" It actually became harder.

Han Feiling was helpless, and clicked option B again, and Yebai's answer played automatically again, "Exciting? Isn't it exciting every time you're with me? This time... I want to be inside you... fuck you cry!"

"Fuck! I can't take it anymore!"

Han Feiling grabbed it directly and started to do it himself. Amid Yebai's repeated "Fuck you cry!", he was well-fed.

After it was over, he ran to the bathroom and took another shower, crawled into bed refreshed, and fell asleep.

The consequence of such self-inflicted crimes is that he has been dreaming all night, dreaming that he is repeatedly...fucked and cried by Yemo.

When the alarm clock rang, he felt aching all over his body, as if he had been fucked a hundred and eighty times.With a casual wipe of the eyes, you can still touch a lot of teardrops, it can't be more miserable.

He couldn't get up and wash up. After changing his clothes, he directly took a taxi to the neighborhood where Yemo lived.

When he climbed to the seventh floor, Han Feiling took out his phone and looked at it. It was only [-]:[-].

"So early? I don't know if the male gods have woken up yet?" Han Feiling climbed the stairs until his legs felt weak, and sat down directly at the top of the stairs. "Otherwise, wait a little longer. It's eight o'clock, and I'll knock on the door again." gone."

Having made up his mind, he crossed his hands on his knees and lay down on his stomach drowsily.

Unexpectedly, just about a minute later, footsteps suddenly came from the stairs.He raised his head instantly——

Then, meeting those eyes with thick dark circles, he straightened his back instantly, "Male god?"

In the past two days, Ye Ning had both a cold and a fever, which made Ye Jingwen nervous and kept guarding the little girl all day.

Yemo specially asked the part-time worker to come to help for more than two days, but it failed to make Ye Jingwen relax.

Last night, he really couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he drove Ye Jingwen back to his room, hoping that his father who always worried about him could have a good sleep, and let him guard Ye Ning by himself.

Ning was sick that night, and he was restless sleeping, kicking the quilt all night.

He was lying on the sofa and squinting, but when he saw this, he would get up and cover her with the quilt.When it was over, he walked back to the sofa, and just about to lie down, Ye Ning continued to kick the quilt.

After doing this several times, he simply leaned on the head of the bed and looked at her.As long as she kicked the quilt, he would quickly pull the quilt up again.

In the end, I really wish I could wrap the quilt in her arms and hold her in my arms so that she won't move around!

After a whole night, he slept for less than two hours.

In the morning, after Ye Ning woke up, she cried and wanted to drink soy milk and eat steamed buns.Although he was full of hostility, looking at Ye Ning who was sickly, he felt a little distressed, so he could only go downstairs to buy breakfast for her.

Unexpectedly, while slowly climbing upstairs with breakfast in hand, he saw Han Feiling with red eyes at the stairs.

How should I put it, it looks like... I have the urge to fuck him to death.It should be very refreshing to see him crying and begging for mercy under his body with red eyes.

Thinking of this, Yemo's eyes deepened a little, and the cigarette at his fingertips was squeezed even tighter.Then he brought it to his mouth and took a deep breath.

In fact, Han Feiling never thought that Yemo would come back from outside.

Moreover, Yemo, who always kept himself tidy, was actually wearing a set of house clothes, a long windbreaker casually over it, and slippers under his feet.

In particular, he still had a cigarette between his fingertips!

Han Feiling first looked at his bearded face, then at the cigarette that was still emitting white mist from his fingertips, and then...he hugged his knees tightly.

Sad in my heart: Wow!It's hard again early in the morning!

The author has something to say:

Now the updated word count is following the list, I hope that the collection will be brought up as soon as possible, and enter V soon, and the updated word count will be raised.Minimum daily update 3000.Absolutely updated every day!Don't give up, friends, there are still many tricks in the future.

Go to the Rain God concert tonight, and wish me not to be drenched. . . . .