There are always so many sexes every day

Ever since she knew where Jin Huan lived, Song Huanhuan's little paws kept scratching and scratching, always thinking of going to see him, but she just asked Murong Ang, but he didn't agree at all, and only said that they would go there together in a few days.

Song Huanhuan was inexplicable, and thought to himself, you don't know Jinhuan, what are you going to do?

Just when Song Huanhuan was growing his hair in a hurry, trouble came.

In Nanhuan Pavilion, except for Song Huanhuan, everyone else is a busy person. Oh, I can barely be considered a small assassin, but they want to be busy, but they are not busy.

The idle Song Huanhuan dragged the little assassin and decided to visit the Nanhuan Pavilion at night. It’s funny to say that Song Huanhuan has stayed here for so long, except for that unsuccessful peeping, he really hasn’t seen much of the ancient chacha district.

On a whim, Song Huanhuan pulled the little assassin to hide behind the pillars in the hall, watching the people coming and going, you greet me and smile, and shivered suddenly.

It was only then that Song Huanhuan truly felt how lucky he was, that his whole life would not be buried here.

"Brother Minghuan, what's wrong with you?" The little assassin poked Song Huanhuan.

Song Huanhuan shook her head, and reluctantly said: "It's okay, let's go back, I'm panicked here."

The little assassin nodded obediently. Just as Song Huanhuan pulled him to leave, he heard someone calling him.

"Master Minghuan?"

"Who called me?"

Song Huanhuan turned around reflexively, and saw a familiar person walking towards him with a smile.

"Young Master Ming Huan, it's really you, I thought I mistook the person..."

Song Huanhuan blinked, this person is...

"Master Ming Huan, you don't remember me?" The visitor showed a disappointed look.

Song Huanhuan hurriedly said: "How can I not remember you? You are Mr. Qing Yu." Thinking about it, I know that no one here remembers him except Qing Yu.

Hearing this, Qing Yu grinned and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Ming Huan to remember me..."

Song Huanhuan laughed along.

The little assassin pursed his lips. This person seems to like Brother Ming Huan very much. Does the leader have a rival in love?Then should he tell the leader?

Just as Qing Yu was about to speak, he was interrupted by Song Huanhuan: "Young Master Qing Yu, this is really not suitable for reminiscing about the past."

"Then we..."

Song Huanhuan didn't dare to let him speak, and hurriedly said: "Young master Qingyu, you also know that I have been redeemed as a servant, so the two of us are destined to be inseparable. We will never see each other again, and the water will flow forever. Take care..." After finishing speaking , pulling the little assassin to run.

Qing Yu was stunned when he heard this, and felt very painful. Seeing that Song Huanhuan was about to leave, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed him: "Mr. Ming Huan..."

Song Huanhuan, Mr. Qingyu, why can't you understand human speech?If you don't let go, I will be unlucky if people see me!

Seeing that someone had noticed the situation here, Song Huanhuan became even more anxious.

Qing Yu hurriedly said: "Young Master Ming Huan, I know what you mean, and I also understand that in this life we ​​have no destiny... I, I just want to talk to you to see if you are doing well..."

Song Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that you understood.

"Master Ming Huan, when you have time, I would like to invite you to swim in the lake..."

Lake tour

?

Song Huanhuan's face turned black, he's seasick, brother!

The little assassin also turned dark. He remembered that when he was an assassin, he was frightened by Song Huanhuan pretending to be a ghost...

Seeing Song Huanhuan's reluctance, Qingyu hurriedly said, "If you don't want to swim in the lake, you can go and listen to Quer."

Listen to music?This looks pretty good.

Song Huanhuan began to think about it.

"Brother Minghuan..." The little assassin shook Song Huanhuan's hand.

"What are you doing?" Do you want to go?He hadn't heard the songs of this era yet.

"Brother Ming Huan..." The little assassin was sweating anxiously, "Master Seventh is here..."

"I know the Seventh Young Master is here... what?!" Song Huanhuan was so surprised that he could stuff a ball into his mouth.

The little assassin whispered: "On top."

Song Huanhuan looked up, and met Murong Ang who was looking at him.

Murong Ang glanced at him with a half-smile, and looked away.

Song Huanhuan followed Murong Ang's line of sight, and gasped, why is Qing Yu still holding his hand?

Shake, shake, shake, can't shake.

Song Huanhuan was so anxious that he almost fainted. Having been with Murong Ang for so long, he naturally knew how strong Murong Ang's desire to be exclusive was, not to mention that the two of them still had a close relationship now!

Song Huanhuan had a hunch that he would die a miserable death!

"Young Master Qingyu, please raise your noble paw, no, your noble hand, let me go."

Qing Yu thought for a long time before he understood what Song Huanhuan meant, and hurriedly let go. Before Song Huanhuan could breathe a sigh of relief, Qing Yu's face... turned red...

Song Huanhuan flipped the table angrily, but she just shook hands and you blushed like a ball of wool? !Did you know that casual blushing can kill someone!

The little assassin behind him reported in real time: "The Seventh Young Master is angry..."

Song Huanhuan is a cow, I know he is angry, and I also know that I will never see the sun tomorrow...

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows: "Not yet."

Song Huanhuan was dog-legged, climbing upstairs.

Qing Yu wanted to follow, but was stopped by the rare little assassin who was quick-witted. He wanted to push but did not dare to push, so he could only shout: "Mr. Ming Huan, when are we going to listen to the song?"

"Snapped--"

Song Huanhuan was killed on the road to save me.

Time: Evening.

Location: In the room.

Characters: The angry leader, Song Huanhuan who made the leader angry.

Song Huanhuan sat on the bed and looked at Murong Ang who was sitting at the opposite table. His expression was the same as before, except that his eyes were a little cold, he really couldn't see that he was angry.

Although the situation is critical now, Song Huanhuan still can't help being happy, hehehe, Murong Ang is jealous of him, just thinking about it makes me happy hahaha...

"You're so happy to meet your old friend?" Murong Ang shot over, and Song Huanhuan instantly suppressed his smile.

Considering the bed, this is a very unsafe place, Song Huanhuan hurried to the table, sat down beside Murong Ang and said, "No, I don't know him well."

"Oh?"

"Really, I've only seen him once before."

"I've only met you once, and I'm so infatuated with you, huh?"

Song Huanhuan saw Murong Ang's appearance

, he was even more proud of himself, but he didn't dare to show it. If this guy became angry, he would be the one who would be unlucky, so he looked innocent and said: "I don't know about that, but I really treat him No intention!"

Murong Ang suddenly pinched Song Huanhuan's increasingly mellow face, and said casually, "Want to listen to the song?"

Song Huanhuan was pinched obediently: "I haven't heard it before, I'm a little curious."

Murong Ang didn't respond anymore, but he didn't seem so angry anymore.

Just as Song Huanhuan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Murong Ang waved his hand and swept everything off the table.

Song Huanhuan: "..." What is this for?Domestic violence?

Murong Ang mentioned Song Huanhuan and pushed him down on the table, and kissed him without saying a word.

Although it is very happy to be kissed, this place really makes people unhappy.

Song Huanhuan dodged in vain: "Go to bed... get on..."

Murong Ang smiled: "Occasionally, I have to try other places. I think this place is good."

Song Huanhuan really wanted to spit blood and spray him to death, why should he try it in other places once in a while?He only came once in bed, okay?The rest are either on the wagon or on the wagon, okay?Murong Ang, you are a bastard in human skin!

"Easy... ah..."

Murong Ang moved quickly, Song Huanhuan was stripped of his clothes in a short while, and lay naked on the table.

Song Huanhuan looked at his own condition, and then at Murong Ang's fully armed appearance, with a grim expression on his face.

Murong Ang pretended not to notice, and rushed over in a good mood, showing his sharp white teeth, and began to chew slowly, swallowing Song Huanhuan without leaving any residue.

………………

Murong Ang made a fuss all night, and didn't let him go until the sky turned white. At this time, Song Huanhuan was about to lose consciousness. After being cleaned up by Murong Ang, he soon fell asleep.

Murong Ang saw that it was still early, so he simply lay down too, closed his eyes and exercised, and had a rest.

By the time Song Huanhuan woke up, the sky was already bright.

She wanted to turn over, but her body made protesting noises. Song Huanhuan gritted her teeth in pain, as if her body didn't belong to her anymore.

Song Huanhuan opened his mouth, barely able to make a sound so small that even he couldn't hear him, his face was full of bullshit in an instant, he was really struggling!

Huang Ying pushed the door open and came in, and seeing Song Huanhuan's aggrieved look, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Song Huanhuan was both grateful and wronged, why would his sister always see his hard-working appearance?

Huang Ying poured water, carefully fed it to Song Huanhuan, and waited for him to finish drinking before saying, "You are really courageous. You have a leader, but you still go to seduce others. No wonder the leader punishes you."

Song Huanhuan protested innocently: "I didn't. I really have nothing to do with that Young Master Qingyu. I only met him once! Only once!"

Huang Ying said: "I only met him once but I remembered his name. Do you think the leader should be angry?"

Song Huanhuan pursed her lips: "Qingzhu told me that he came to look for me..." He really couldn't explain why!

It's not his fault, it's all Qing Zhu's fault!

Although still worried,

But Song Huanhuan knew that with the commotion last night, Murong Ang should have calmed down a long time ago, and this time of unwarranted disaster can be considered safe.

Huang Ying didn't say anything else, just said: "The porridge is still warm in the kitchen, the leader is afraid that you won't be able to take it, so he specially boiled the medicine, I'll go and bring it to you."

Song Huanhuan 囧囧 has a god, boil... medicine?Is this called hitting a stick for a sweet date?

When Huang Ying came back, she brought a message: "Last night, that young master came again and said he wants to see you, and let's go to listen to the song together."

Song Huanhuan had a bitter face: "Good Huang Ying, look at me in such a pitiful state and help me send him away." If he does it again, he won't even think about getting out of bed.

Huang Ying said: "Don't worry, outsiders are not allowed to enter the Nanhuan Hall during the day."

Song Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"But that young master jumped over the wall and came in."

Song Huanhuan cheered up.

"I was thrown out again by the thirteenth brother."

Song Huanhuan: "..." Can't you speak without panting so much!

Huang Ying was amused by Song Huanhuan's expression, so she stopped joking, forced him to drink the medicine, and stuffed a sweet date into his mouth.

Song Huanhuan smacked her lips, finally feeling less uncomfortable.

"By the way, where is the teacher?"

"The leader is in Mr. Mu's yard, saying that he has something to discuss."

Song Huanhuan blinked, yes, they still have business to come out this time.

Speaking of which, the martial arts conference will be held in more than a month, right?

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Huang Ying is actually a black-bellied girl, hahahaha