There are always so many sexes every day

From then on, Song Huanhuan jumped from one fire pit to another.

"Snapped--"

"Straighten your back."

"Snapped--"

"No breast reduction."

"Snapped--"

"Twist your ass up."

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

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Song Huanhuan threw Jin Huan with a sullen little face onto the bed with an "Aww", with a ferocious expression on his face: "You brat, are you still addicted to beating, aren't you? I'll scratch you to death!" Force the itchy flesh on Jin Huan's waist.

"Hahaha... Oops, I was wrong... Haha..." Jin Huan wriggled and tried to avoid Song Huanhuan's tricks, and burst into tears.

"Heh heh heh, let you hit me..." Song Huanhuan smiled lewdly, ever since he accidentally found out that Jin Huan is ticklish, every time he was annoyed by the training, he would threaten him with that.

"You can't blame me, the curator's father asked me to come..." Jin Huan wiped away tears and protested dissatisfiedly, "I'm the number one here anyway, it's better for me to teach you than others."

Song Huanhuan simply withdrew his arms, pressed his whole body on Jin Huan, and groaned, "I know this too, so I didn't go on strike... But Jin Huan, you are too strict, you can just twist your butt while walking, but you still You have to learn to wink, this one will become squint!"

"Hey, that's not winking, it's for you to learn how to seduce people." Jin Huan said.

Song Huanhuan rolled her eyes: "Anyway, they all mean the same thing."

"Okay, get up and continue after you've had enough rest, you still have two more days..." Jin Huan patted Song Huanhuan on the back, "I'm almost out of breath..."

Song Huanhuan twisted and turned but didn't want to wake up. Finally, Jin Huan got angry and slapped Song Huanhuan's badly injured buttocks.

Jin Huan smiled darkly: "I'll keep you from getting up."

Song Huanhuan cut it, and protested dissatisfiedly: "Okay, okay, can't I learn it? Jinhuan, you have turned bad."

Jin Huan didn't bother to talk to him, picked up the bamboo board, "Let's start."

"Snapped--"

"Don't think I didn't see you roll your eyes."

"Snapped--"

"Do not prop your arms on the table while sitting."

"Snapped--"

"No noise is allowed while drinking tea."

"Snapped--"

"Don't pretend to be dead while lying down."

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

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Song Huanhuan was beeping in his heart, the blackened Jin Huan was really scary.

"Okay, take a break, and come later."

As soon as Jin Huan finished speaking, Song Huanhuan lay down on the table.

"What did I just say?"

Song Huanhuan snatched the teacup from Jinhuan's hand, and said dissatisfiedly, "It's time to rest now, don't worry about those unimportant things." As he spoke, he drank a cup of tea and let out a satisfied sigh.

Jin Huan sighed, this person's behavior is not ordinary rude, can he really change his face within two days?

"Jin Huan, you beat me too hard just now, didn't you? My butt must be swollen." Song Huanhuan started to complain when he regained his energy.

"If I'm really cruel, you won't even be able to sit now."

"Jin Huan, how can you be so swollen?" Song Huanhuan looked sad and wiped away the non-existent tears in the corners of his eyes.

Jin Huan tapped Song Huanhuan's forehead, and said: "Don't pretend, I treat you much better, drink more water to moisturize your throat, or you won't be able to take it later."

"Why?" Song Huanhuan asked with a question mark.

Jin Huan narrowed her eyes and smiled treacherously: "You will find out later."

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Song Huanhuan regretted it, she would have run away just now if she knew it.

As if understanding what Song Huanhuan was thinking, Jin Huan said: "I have already asked Qingzhu to lock the door from the outside. If you want to escape, you can jump out of the window."

Song Huanhuan was disappointed at first, and then his eyes lit up. This is only the second floor. If he carefully rubbed down from the window, it would be fine, and if someone "accidentally" got hurt, he wouldn't have to pick up guests for the time being.

Jin Huan said quietly: "The curator's father said that as long as you are still alive, you can go honestly and pick up the guests." One sentence shattered Song Huanhuan's fantasy.

Song Huanhuan raised her middle finger, "I despise you!"

Jin Huan knocked on the table hard, and the "pop" was very loud.

"Come on, let's call."

Qingzhu, who was lying at the door and eavesdropping, heard his young master yelling, with the sound of "papapapa" in between.

Mr. Short Oil is so impure~ Qingzhu covered her red face, and her ears moved closer.

In the room, Song Huanhuan was lying flat on the bed, imitating the famous works of some teachers he had read, yelling, but his heart was dripping with blood.

Nima, my little master, how did I get to this point?Even if you don't have a golden finger, you can't directly fall to the bottom, right...

"Snapped--"

"You are calling bed, not killing chickens. You have such a ferocious expression that you want to scare the guests to death."

"Snapped--"

"The expression should be lascivious, and you should show a stiff face to the guests."

"Snapped--"

If you can't bear it, you don't need to bear it anymore.

Song Huanhuan broke out: "Ahhhhhhhhh, I won't learn anymore, sir."

Seeing Song Huanhuan's appearance, Jinhuan sighed, and said, "I know you won't be able to accept it for a while, but if you can't learn it, your life will be difficult in the future." The eldest father is good to you, but who knows how he will treat you in the future? You get used to it earlier, it will be good for you in the future."

Song Huanhuan twitched the corner of her mouth: "Which eye did you see that the curator's father was kind to me?"

Jin Huan's eyes darkened, and he said, "Everyone in the museum can see clearly, who else can enter the curator's room except you?"

Song Huanhuan thought, I'm going to serve people as a servant, okay? !Also, you didn't see it when the curator fed me the poison, okay? !

"Anyway, Ming Huan, I'm doing it for your own good."

Song Huanhuan nodded: "I know this, but...forget it, I'll listen to you."

Song Huanhuan could figure out who was sincerely treating him well, now that Jinhuan was so worried about him, he couldn't help accepting others' kindness.

After a while, the tender panting sound that made people blush and heartbeat came again from the room.

Qingzhu holding his face, the young master is really brave~

…………

Song Huanhuan really studied honestly for two days, from the rejection at the beginning, to the compromise later, and in the end, it really seemed like that.

Jin Huan was very satisfied, patted Song Huanhuan on the dog's head and said, "Ming Huan, you are really talented."

Bah, who wants this kind of talent!Song Huanhuan pouted.

"You have to go tomorrow night, don't worry, it will be over in a while." Jin Huan comforted.

Song Huanhuan looked at Jin Huan's sincere face and sighed. He wasn't worried at first, but now he made him worry.

"Jin Huan, you've worked hard these days, take a good rest." Song Huanhuan touched Jin Huan's face and said, "Even your skin has gotten worse."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Jin Huan ran to the mirror to take pictures, whispering something in his mouth to sleep more and take care of himself..."

Song Huanhuan propped one hand on the table, smiling, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, everything now will be over.

"Master." Mr. Mu opened the door and entered, Murong Ang was practicing calligraphy at the desk.

"what's up?"

"A letter from the church, saying that something happened to the old lady."

Murong Ang's hands paused, and he said slowly: "Understood."

"you……"

Murong Ang interrupted Mr. Mu and asked instead: "How is that Ming Huan?"

Mr. Mu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's right, it's interesting."

"Really?" Murong Ang raised his head, the two looked at each other, both smiled without saying a word.

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