Ye Luo Zhiqiu

Uncle Ma was so funny that Yang Yong couldn't help laughing.

"You're laughing, I'll eat you!" Ma Jun pretended to be vicious, and stretched out his arms, pretending to pounce on him.

"I won't laugh anymore!" Yang Yong closed his mouth and blocked it tightly with his hands.But there were tears in his eyes, which were suffocated.

"Put your butt over there!" Ma Jun stepped forward and sat down, squeezing Yang Yong hard with his butt.

Yang Yong twisted his body, the sofa was just that big, and Ma Jun's hand covered Yang Yong's underside evenly.

"Hey, the capital is not small!" Ma Jun chuckled, not only did not let go, but squeezed hard twice.

Yang Yong was startled, rolled hastily, and fell off the sofa with a plop.

"Hiss!" His left arm fell to the ground, causing Yang Yong to gasp in pain, tears glistening in his eyes.

"Are you okay!" Ma Jun was in a hurry, and hurriedly bent down to help Yang Yong.