There are always so many sexes every day

The homesick Song Huanhuan was exhausted, even if Qingzhu served him with delicious food, he couldn't lift his spirits, and Qingzhu scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously.

"My lord, you were fine yesterday, why are you unhappy again?" Qingzhu was very sad, if he didn't take good care of his lord, he would be taught a lesson by the curator's father.

"Alas..." Song Huanhuan glanced at the green bamboo that was spinning around on the ground, and turned over on the pillow, he really couldn't cheer up, even though he was facing the terrifying situation of being blown up.

"My lord..." Qingzhu was about to cry anxiously.

"Green bamboo..." Song Huanhuan said quietly.

Qingzhu hurriedly responded: "My lord, what are your orders?"

"Tell me, how can I not go to pick up customers?"

Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, and then his big eyes immediately filled with water: "Young Master, you want to commit suicide on a hunger strike again? No, Young Master... that will really kill you..."

Song Huanhuan propped open the green bamboo that was rushing towards her with one finger, and sighed: "I didn't intend to commit suicide... Forget it, I'll figure it out on my own." I always feel that the green bamboo is really unreliable!

Qingzhu immediately took back the tears that were about to burst, as long as the young master doesn't want to commit suicide~

"boom--"

The door was pushed open roughly.

Song Huanhuan's dead fish eyes, could it be that "Please treat me roughly" was posted on the door of her room?But speaking of it, he doesn't seem to have been outside to see it—even if he wants to escape for his life, he must check the terrain in advance!

The person who opened the door made Song Huanhuan's eyes light up. What a breathtakingly beautiful boy he is, he just crawled out of a cartoon~

Qingzhu blocked the beautiful boy and the little boy with Baotou behind him, expressionless: "Mr. Jinhuan, what's the matter with you?"

Song Huanhuan blinked his eyes. It turns out that the employees here are called Huan. He instantly felt that he was healed—as long as someone is with him for two, then no two is counted as two!

The beautiful boy pushed the green bamboo away, and yelled at Song Huanhuan aggressively: "Hmph, I heard that you are on a hunger strike, so I come to see if you are dead or not."

The mouth is so poisonous, one look at it and you can tell it's not a good thing, Song Huanhuan understood it instantly, and then regained her spirit, fighting with people is always a lot of fun~

Song Huanhuan waved: "Jinhuan, come and sit."

Not only was Jin Huan stunned, even Qingzhu and the little boy brought by Jin Huan were stunned.

From the boss to the handyman in Nanhuan House, they all know that Ming Huan and Jin Huan have been at odds since they met. It is not an exaggeration to say that the thunder caused the fire, but now Ming Huan is suddenly so friendly. , it always makes people feel that some kind of conspiracy is about to happen...

Jin Huan looked wary: "What conspiracy do you have?"

Song Huanhuan looked at the expression on his face, and laughed in his heart, so he was just a naive little devil with a false tongue?That's easy.

Song Huanhuan pretended to be melancholy: "How can I have any conspiracy? It's just... oh..."

Jin Huan looked suspicious.

Song Huanhuan glanced at him and then quickly looked away, "It may be that there is a definite plan in the dark. During the process of my coma, I suddenly figured out a lot of things. No matter how much I fought before, it should be whose or whose. In the end, it's not all in vain... Sigh..."

"Humph—" Jin Huan, who was still looking normal, suddenly changed his face: "I thought you really figured it out, but I didn't expect you to dare to laugh at me, Ming Huan, you wait for me!" Throwing down such a threatening sentence that can be regarded as a threat that all little villains would say, Jin Huan led the little follower and slammed the door aggressively and left.

Song Huanhuan: "..." Which link went wrong?

Qingzhu disapproved: "My lord, how can you say that?"

Song Huanhuan was at a loss, what did he say?

"My lord, although it's wrong that Mr. Jinhuan robbed you of your benefactor, it also saved you from being deceived by the villain and got you out of the sea of ​​suffering early." If you are not with that villain, why do you still have to ridicule him?"

Song Huanhuan went "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

That is to say, the guy who was going to redeem Zhen Ming Huan was hooked up by Jin Huan, and in the end, no one wanted to leave with ease.

"What a piece of shit..." Song Huanhuan sighed.

Song Huanhuan, who deeply felt that he couldn't lose any more, decided to have a good understanding of his current situation, and the possibility of escaping in the future - he would always go home to take care of his unreliable old mother!

Beckoning Qingzhu to come over, Song Huanhuan asked with what he thought was a very sincere smile: "Qingzhu, tell me what happened during the days when I passed out."

Qingzhu was in a difficult situation, the young master had only been in a coma for a day, what could be going on in this day?

Speaking of it, he always felt that the young master has changed a lot. Although he is not so gloomy and difficult to talk, he always feels that the young master has become stupid, and the questions are getting more and more tricky. He doesn't know whether this is good or bad...

"Qingzhu, what are you thinking?" Song Huanhuan was made uncomfortable by Qingzhu's weird little eyes. This child is so young, why is it strange?

Qing Zhu blinked her eyes back to her senses, "Nothing special happened in the museum, except you passed out, young master."

Song Huanhuan felt that it was a bit difficult to get information from Qingzhu without revealing it, this child was really dumb!

——The best time for him to pretend to be amnesia is gone, and now no one will believe him even if he wants to pretend — who can be as hard as him?

It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.

Song Huanhuan feels that it is best to find the truth in practice - the history of the development of Tianchao tells us: practice brings true knowledge.

In fact, Song Huanhuan didn't think there was anything wrong with her body, except that when she first wore it, her stomach hurt like a relative from a cute girl~

From Qingzhu's mouth, Song Huanhuan learned that the reason why the curator let him rest for a month was purely because he was eighteen in one month.

He can't sit still, just think that every day in the future, different men will come to him to do piston exercises, Song Huanhuan wants to wear it back again!

No no no!

The more Song Huanhuan thinks about it, the more she feels that the future is really dark, a man can bend and stretch but not be raped, he wants to escape! ! !

Full of fighting spirit, Song Huanhuan finally found her goal in life.

However, he seems to have forgotten one thing, what is it?

The Nanhuan Pavilion at night is very lively, the noisy sound comes in through the non-soundproof walls, Song Huanhuan's heart itch, I really want to see it~

Green Bamboo poked Song Huanhuan, who was poking his ass and looking out through the crack of the door, expressionless: "Master, it's time for you to go to bed and rest."

Song Huanhuan waved his hand, "I'll talk about it later, I'll take a look first."

The country bumpkin Song Huanhuan made some strange noises from time to time, muttering something in his mouth, and Qingzhu, who didn't understand, raised a question mark.

Song Huanhuan's room was at the corner of the second floor. Although the view was not good enough, it was enough for him to see the people outside, and no one would pass by outside his room, so he didn't have to worry about being discovered.

Song Huanhuan saw that everyone, whether fat or thin, tall or short, young or old, would be accompanied by a good-looking little boy, and he was instantly enlightened—he finally remembered what he had forgotten.

It's been a long time since he woke up, and he hasn't seen what kind of face this body has.

Song Huanhuan retracted her buttocks and straightened her waist—accidentally twisted because of too much force——supporting her injured waist, Song Huanhuan went to pull the mirror.

There was an unclear mirror in the corner of the room, but it was enough for Song Huanhuan to see his true face now.

I have to say that Song Huanhuan was a little disappointed. The person in the mirror had a pretty face, with big eyes and a straight nose. He looked gentle and a little cold - of course, this should ignore Song Huanhuan's face. A wretched temperament that can't be concealed.

But this face is not so outstanding in the Nanhuan Pavilion, especially after seeing the beautiful man and Jin Huan who came to find fault, and maybe the beautiful men who just peeped into it should be added.

However, Song Huanhuan was a little bit lucky in addition to being disappointed. Since this face is not outstanding, he doesn't have to worry about being pulled to do piston movements in the future.

Qingzhu looked at his young master, who was normal before he passed out, and after he woke up, his expression kept changing, he smiled and pulled his face down, and his heart became more and more bewildered.

——Sire young man, how can you, who is so weak, understand the heart of a wretched man who came from time travel?

No matter what, Song Huanhuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he is not a fake man with ice-snow skin, picturesque eyebrows, a small cherry mouth, and tears in his eyes. Open your face and watch other people having sex!

Ah bah, that's not the point!The point is that it is easier for him to escape with such an unremarkable face! ! !

It's just that before Song Huanhuan's little calculation was finished, it was broken by the cruel reality.

As mentioned above, Song Huanhuan's room is in a corner, and few people pass by, but this does not mean that no one passes by, especially when someone deliberately comes to find fault.

"boom--"

The door was pushed open hard for the third time.

Song Huanhuan wasn't surprised at all, if she came here a few more times, she should be laid off.

I looked at the visitor, but I didn't know him, and I guessed it was a drunk guest.

Song Huanhuan lifted her eyelids and made a definition, but there was no reaction, anyway, there was a green bamboo blocking it.

"Hey, look, isn't this the hiccup, the noble Mr. Ming Huan? Why, listen to hiccup, I heard that you were abandoned by hiccup and committed suicide..."

Song Huanhuan looked up, with fishy eyes, it seemed that this person was here to find fault.

The little handsome man who followed behind pretended to come over to stop people, but he was actually watching a play with a smile.

Song Huanhuan is embarrassing, Comrade Zhen Minghuan, what the hell are you doing here?Why is everyone watching your excitement?

The man wanted to lean closer, but was stopped by Qingzhu.

Song Huanhuan decided that for his future life, he should establish a good image for himself.

The author has something to say: there is nothing to prove that we have been here, except to click...

Song Huanhuan picked her nose: Didn't it mean that I hooked up with the cult leader?What about people?

90: Do you want to get fucked?I will arrange it right away.

Song Huanhuan: Forget it, it’s fine to be alone...

Eh?I really want to spoil something...

By the way, remember to keep claws, wood has claws, bite to kill =w=