MTL - Don’t You Like Me-Chapter 87

He opened the hand of Wang Zhuo and grabbed the shackles of his own attack. He was so coma for three seconds and hurts!

In the giggling laughter of Wang Zhuo, He Yan looked pale and sweaty and pressed his back against the wall. He breathed a lot of pain in his mouth and mouth.

At this time, Wang Zhuo reached out and pointed at the shackles of He Wei.

If you put it in the usual time, you must be sure of a hundred pleasures, but now...

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At this time, I can still sing well and sullenly, instead of madly pumping my ass, it is pure love.

The baby’s stealing of this very interesting entertainment was banned by Dad’s unreasonable anger, and Wang’s baby smirked unhappy.

He eased for a while, and finally returned to some gods. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his back and looked at Wang Zhuo, who was unhappy.

He felt that Lin Feiran was right at noon. The purpose of Yingling was to meet his own needs. At noon, Wang Zhuo’s body was full of milk and the baby’s spirit disappeared. Now he is crying out, and there must be other needs to be satisfied. But what will it be?

Put the urine? He Wei’s eyes drifted toward Wang Zhuo’s three roads!

The problem is that Wang Zhuo has already been to the bathroom when he washes. What he saw with his own eyes should not be this problem. He thought, and he could not help but have a little disappointment.

At this time, He Zhen thinks of his little sister-in-law. The children are going to sleep or sleep with them every day at noon and at night, especially for babies under two years old. It is said that they rarely sleep on their own. In local dialects, this is called "making trouble."

"Is you sleeping well?" He asked.

Wang Zhuo seemed to understand, and his eyes bent happily, laughing out of a small white tooth.

He sternly gave Wang Zhuo the rules and pointed himself to the following: "When I hold you, you are not allowed to pinch here."

When the baby's face is changed, Wang Zhuo smiles for a second, his mouth is flat, his grievances widen his eyes and He Yan sells Meng.

He Wei was fascinated by the beauty, actually thought for a second or not to let him follow him again, but the pain of somewhere stopped the absurd thought.

In front of Wang Zhuo, He Wei was hard-pressed once and strongly refused: "No, it doesn't work, can you understand?"

Wang Zhuo’s eyes are red, a deep breath of luck, and he will burst into tears!

"Don't cry, don't cry!" He Yan saw, busy picking up the big baby one meter tall and one on the thigh, and shaking it around twice, pleased, "I sing to the baby." "The language is finished. When Wang Zhuo starts to perform, He Wei immediately sang. "Sleep, sleep, my dear baby, my father's hands, gently shake you..."

His voice is low, singing this slow and gentle song is very nice, Wang Zhuo seems to not want to cry so much, innocently blinking his eyes, using his big hand to pinch He Wei’s nose for a while, pull for a while He licked his ears, and then he went to the eyes of He Yan. He sang and turned his head to hide. The scene can be said to be very family fun.

He Hao sang for a while, Wang Zhuo seems to be a little sleepy, his eyelids are slightly pulled down, his eyes are fixed on He Wei’s face—most children don’t avoid when they look at people, they don’t know what it’s like, There will be no awkward feelings when people look at each other for a long time. On the contrary, He Wei, Wang Zhuo stared at it and looked at the blush. His eyes were erratic. Every time he floated back to Wang Zhuo, Wang Zhuo was fixedly looking at himself. The eyes of the children belonged to the clear and clear eyes. And persistent.

"Cough..." After several times of confrontation, He did not hide, blushing and Wang Zhuo.

He can see that the eyes are hidden behind Wang Zhuo's soul, but this is indeed Wang Zhuo's eyes, some sharp eyebrows, a small brown eye in the eye frame, slightly The oblique tail of the eye, the narrowly lying silkworm with a smile... and the eyes of Wang Zhuo’s eyes are straightforward, He couldn’t help but think of a lot of things, and nothing is worth mentioning. It’s nothing more than a year and a half, mixed together every day, and there are some small details when I go to class to eat and play. In the details, there are teenagers flying in uniforms, arrogant eyes, no light and no jokes, companionship with the day and night, and the temperature of the distance...

He Wei came back to God and felt that his expression was not quite right. He was afraid that Wang Zhuo would wake up after he was awake tomorrow. He kept his head down and kept singing in his mouth.

Wang Zhuo's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He blinked for a while. When his hands fell down, his eyes were completely closed. Wang Zhuo's chest was ups and downs, his breath was long and even, and he slept deeply.

He Wei put him on the bed, afraid that he would be covered with thin skin in the middle of the night.

Wang Zhuo’s lips in his sleep are tilted and look good.

He Yan turned and got out of bed, but the foot just stepped on the ladder and didn't move. He stared at Wang Zhuo's sleeping face and looked at it for a while, hesitating to climb down a space, and then he crawled up again with a bite. Two grids, as a thief, rushed over and kissed Wang Zhuo’s forehead. After stealing the kiss, He rushed to the ground and jumped from the ladder, and lightning back to his lower bunk.

He squatted in the lower berth and died for a few seconds, listening to the above did not move at all, this was relieved.

The tone was loose and the bedroom was turned off.

He Wei was immersed in the sudden darkness, his head and his hands, staring at the bed above him.

Wang Zhuo was taken up by the baby spirit, the bedroom was not clean, the baby spirit was very fierce, and who knows where the little devil is now, is in Wang Zhuo’s body, or squatting out in the dark and playing around... He Wei’s brain He turned a few thoughts in succession, but he didn't feel scared. He felt that he and Wang Zhuo's attitude towards the matter was not quite the same, but he was really afraid of it. It was not as fearful as it was. Moreover, he was filled with the scenes of Wang Zhuojun himself today, as well as Wang Zhuo’s body softly and his own spoiled appearance, as well as the kiss he had just stolen.

He Yan tossed and turned in the darkness, while planning the route of taking Wang Zhuo to the temple on Sunday, and reminiscing about those scenes, he felt a tingling heat from his back, and the strange coldness brought by the baby spirit was The mourning was dispelled.

He Yan stretched his legs and stepped on the bed board, and his mind was highly active.

... Shouldn't we sleep in the middle of the night? He Yan thought, the urine can be used to make a bed.

He slammed his pillow to the side and pushed it against the wall, and slept sideways.

At 5:30 the next morning, He Wei was awakened by the circadian clock on time. The first thing he got up was to get up and explore the quilt under Wang Zhuo and touched Wang Zhuo.

The bedding was dry, and He took his hand out and pretended to inadvertently wipe Wang Zhuo's thigh root.

It’s strange to say that Wang Zhuo, who used to sleep like a dead pig every morning, often woke up with his shoulders and woke up, was awakened by this light touch.

"What do you touch?" Wang Zhuo squatted up, and the hard hair was erected after a night of stereotypes, and the visual effect was very funny.

He Yuming’s guilty conscience is pretending to be calm: “I don’t know how to wet your bed.”

Wang Zhuo took a look at his face and was reminded by He Wei. He instantly remembered the farce when he was sleeping yesterday. He collapsed: "The trough..."

He Wei: "You can still lazy bed, less than six o'clock."

Wang Zhuo took a probe from the railing and stared at He Wei's stunned panic. His face was red and stuttering and asked: "You, are you okay?"

He licked his lips: "...What do you say?"

All men are, I must understand the pain of tearing the soul!

Wang Zhuo said: "I'm sorry, I was conscious, but I can't control my body, just like watching a movie."

He Wei waved his hand: "The day after tomorrow, take you to the temple to see."

Wang Zhuo climbed out of bed and walked face to face with He Wei. His mouth groaned: "I still hurt, can I help you?"

He Wei: "..."