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Chapter 68

Meng Yi's recent life is simply not too moist.

Fu Ge and Fu Juehan took turns feeding him, and he had to drink two cans of nourishing soup a day.

Eating well and sleeping soundly, Xiaoyuan's face seemed to have gained a lot of weight, and her skin became slippery, elastic and soft.

Fu Ge said that when he pressed his fingertips on this face, it would bounce back.

Originally, he was pinching the soft flesh on his belly to worry about, but when he heard this, Meng suddenly became excited, and ran up to Fu Juehan, leaned his face towards him and pinched it for him: "Brother, you touch my nearest Is it a water spirit?"

Even with his eyes closed, he knew what he was up to, Fu Juehan perfunctorily pinched the flesh on both sides of his cheeks and rubbed them back and forth, making them into a bun face, he couldn't put it down and said firmly: "It's not bad."

"It's okay?" Meng Yi expressed dissatisfaction, he straightened his upper body around his neck, and pressed his hands on his buttocks, "This, this!"

Fu Juehan kneaded it several times before he could bear it no longer, and said, rather unsatisfied, "It's just average."

"Oh my god!" Meng Yi's dog eyes were rounded, and he looked at him disappointed and wronged, his small eyes were particularly resentful: "It's not bad, what's wrong with you pinching a few angels, but you are so awesome .”

Fu Juehan suppressed a smile, and murmured: "Heavenly Immortal has never pinched it, but there is indeed one that is more juicy than yours. It is a milky little soft bag, and it makes you cry when you pinch it."

With a twist of his mouth, Meng Yi's fast-running mind really made up for Fu Juehan's predecessor.

The most popular bartending brother in the nightclub is thinking about it. If Fu Juehan meets a cute, soft, sensible, beautiful face and good body, and she will cry when he squeezes it. How could this not be exciting?

Give it to him and he likes it too!

"Okay! I'm self-righteous! I don't have a soft little brother, and I don't have a cute little brother!" Meng Yi pretended to cry twice exaggeratedly, and got up to leave.

Fu Juehan finally couldn't help laughing out loud, and pressed his buttocks to hold him down, "It's indeed softer than you, a six-year-old kid's face is as fat as a meat bun, no one wants to pinch it."

Meng Yi blinked his eyes in a daze for two seconds, and then realized that the six-year-old boy who was as fat as a meat bun was himself!

"Okay, you're fooling me again!" He squatted on Fu Juehan's body and yelled, "You and Qi Han have learned badly, and you will play with me every day."

Fu Juehan hugged his waist, rubbed him into his arms, couldn't hold back and pinched his face twice, "If you really want to learn from him, then stop playing, you can't reach the dark even if you cry eight times a day. .”

Meng said without any fear, "Why is he so fierce? By the way, I have seen my little daddy less and less these days. Has he been arrested by Qi Han again? Still crying, what the hell is Qi Han wearing?" Diaper-proof bastard won't domestic violence little daddy!"

"What are you thinking about every day?" Fu Juehan folded his arms and looked at him helplessly for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "I was wondering if I really taught too little, what are you doing? I don't understand."

"Huh?" Meng Yi was a little dazed, looking at him in a bewildered manner: "What do you teach? I have eaten pork and seen Zhupao, what else do I not understand."

Fu Juehan raised his hand and patted his back lightly, and Meng Yi immediately pretended to yell, "It hurts! You hit me again!"

Fu Juehan loved to watch him blow his hair, rubbed the piece of soft flesh and said, "Running out the door with such a foolish appearance, others will think I'm not good enough."

It's true that the time they've been together isn't too long, so it's normal that Meng Yi doesn't understand anything.

When we first met in Wangjiang, he was pressed on the roof of the car by Fu Juehan and beat him up. He was a little perverted to say it, but since then he has "evil comes from the guts", and he has a different feeling towards Fu Juehan thoughts.

I didn't see each other for a month, and thanks to Chen Lin being beaten up in Wangjiang, the two of them were able to continue their relationship.

And because of the deficiency, he was connected with it, one was chasing after another, and the other was falling step by step. After being ambiguous for nearly two months, he finally took that step to be with others, and he was kicked after a few days.

The cumulative love experience is 0.357, which is still too much for him.

"It actually taught me a little bit."

At the beginning, the person who couldn't take a breath even after kissing, now knows that being beaten on the bed is not beating him. This can even be said to be an amazing improvement.

Fu Juehan picked him up and pressed him on the desk, and swept away all the documents that were in the way. Meng Yi raised his neck and kissed him dazedly, and asked him what you taught me to have such a big face.

Fu Juehan thought for a while and said, "At least I know it's not bedwetting."

He still can't forget the night when the two of them were at the seaside. Before the third time, Meng Yi whimpered disapprovingly and pretended to cry for pain.

Fu Juehan had no choice but to hug him and comfort him for a long time, kissing and hugging him, touching his back and shoulders, calling his baby very softly in his ear, asking if he could still bear it .

Meng Yi liked this kind of intimacy full of security, and unconsciously completely opened up to accommodate him, biting his Adam's apple, supporting his shoulders, frowning in embarrassment and earnestness.

In the end, Fu Juehan couldn't help losing control, he stood up and pushed him against the wall of the bathroom, hanging in the air for more than an hour.

At the end, both of them were overly comfortable, maintaining that position and falling asleep, until dawn.

When Fu Juehan opened his eyes the next day, his pillow was empty, and his wife had already left.

They lived in a suite, and there was a small room outside the master bedroom. Fu Juehan chased after those indescribable traces, and dragged them out in the bathroom of the small room.

At that time, Meng Yi had no clothes on, squatting in the bathtub with bruises all over his body, the curly hair on the top of his head was rumbling, he was so wronged that he looked like a chicken that just broke its shell.

Xiaoji complained to Fu Juehan with tears in his eyes: "Did you fuck me up? Why do I keep peeing..."

At that time, Fu Juehan thought it was both speechless and funny, so he grabbed the man and gave him a hug: "Baby, have you ever seen someone pee here."

Adhering to the purpose of teaching him popular science through practice, Fu Juehan pressed him in the bathtub again, and the symptoms finally stopped.

Now that I think about it, it should be because the sequelae of his deficiency were too serious, and it was not the fault of the foreplay at all.

"It's not a sequela, I think it's because your method is wrong." Meng Yi's legs were opened and his mouth was still stiff.

Fu Juehan nodded calmly, "Okay, then you can do it yourself this time."

Meng Yi was dumbfounded, "I'll do it myself? But I, I...I can't..."

"Then what should we do?" Fu Juehan smiled and kissed the tip of his nose, and said in a hoarse voice, "I've taught you hugging, kissing, and making love. How about teaching me something else this time?"

"Don't...anything else?" Meng Yi swallowed, feeling that this time might not end so well, "Either...or I should teach it another day, I think my theoretical knowledge is quite enough."

"It's really enough, what you lack is practice." Fu Juehan pulled off the tie with one hand, leaned slightly, grabbed Meng Yi's fingers and kissed them carefully one by one, and commanded condescendingly: "Do it yourself."

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After half an hour.

The heat in the ward was still hot, Meng Yi was lying on the desk with scattered documents, his breathing was messy, his legs were shaking uncontrollably, he panted and hurried, "Fuck... are you taking this opportunity to take revenge on me... woo woo woo ,dying……"

The person who was completely blocked by the chair smiled dotingly: "Are you comfortable?"

Meng took a big breath: "I'm saved..."

"It's still early, put your foot on my shoulder."

Meng Yi was a little hypoxic and dizzy, "What are you doing?"

Fu Juehan pinched him viciously: "There seems to be nothing else I can do here except you."

Meng Yi did not turn on the camera for the live broadcast tonight.

Because besides lying on his stomach, he can't do any posture that puts pressure on his buttocks.

Since his high-profile appearance, there have been a large number of people eating melons and curious passers-by in the live broadcast room. Now the water friends are mainly divided into two factions.

One group is the old fans of bliss, who come here just to sleep, have no desires, no pursuits, no distractions, no shame or fans, as long as they can broadcast.

The other faction is the passer-by Yan Fan who heard the news from behind. They didn't pay attention to the live broadcast content at all, just to watch their faces, let alone turn on the camera. They would take turns to bombard Meng Yi wearing a mask.

【Walk into the wrong studio? 】

[A piece of white flowers, what do you want me to see? 】

[Why didn’t Beibei turn on the camera, hey, it’s okay to wear a mask]

【It doesn’t matter if it’s not on, we’re just listening to the sound anyway】

[Wear a fart mask, listen to the voice of a dog, who is squatting without showing your face, this little idiot, go to the next door to watch Taozi Canyon, kill five people? 】

[Confirmed, the sisters upstairs are pure beauty fans]

[Fans are not ashamed!Yan Fen stunned me! 】

[Show your face, show your face, show your face! ! ! 】

Meng Yi felt a headache when he saw the screen full of showing his face, he wanted to show it too!The point is that not only can he not sit up now, but there is also a very obvious pinch mark on his left chin, and a serious person can tell what's going on at a glance.

"I won't turn on the camera today, so let's just listen to the voice without any distractions."

[Why not open, give me a reason]

【You got your face swollen? 】

Meng's buttocks tightened, thinking that I would rather just be beaten up.

He cleared his throat, held his breath and started talking nonsense: "There's no reason, it's inconvenient to have hemorrhoids."

【? ? ? 】

[Can this be said? 】

[So brave!Beibei really doesn’t treat us as outsiders]

[Never mind, Beibei is my only sister! 】

[You idiot, what does having hemorrhoids have to do with showing your face? Do hemorrhoids grow on your face?Or are you going to use it to broadcast live to us? 】

Meng Yi: "..."

Meng Yi: "Okay, accept the supernatural powers, everyone, it's a shame to be my fans, you are going to write novels, it's already popular by now."

【I wrote it, the secret affair between you and Big Brother Pong】

[Wait, why is this guy talking so dull and out of breath, like that old grandpa basking in the sun]

[No, it doesn't seem like you're sitting, are you playing on your stomach? 】

???

Is it so obvious?

Meng Yi's scalp went numb, and he almost jumped off the bed. Fortunately, his butt hit the bed board suddenly, and he burst into two tears immediately.

Damn it, Fu Juehan, that bastard...

The ambiguous movement flowed into the ears of tens of thousands of water friends along the wheat, and immediately some of them started to join in the fun.

【Did you fall off the bed just now? 】

【Are you really lying on your stomach?I said why don't you turn on the camera]

【etc!I smell rape/love!It’s not dark yet, why is the old sister-in-law lying on the bed, can’t sit still]

[Fuck shit!So Beibei's shoulders don't buckle inward at such a young age]

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!"

Meng Yi, the black barrage, blushed more and more as he looked at it, and sat up on the bed, "I'm really convinced by you, your imagination is really rich..." The key is to get it right every time.

Seeing that the topic was fermenting again, the live broadcast room should really be closed, Meng Yi hurriedly called up the audio to distract the water friends, but the scrolling speed of the bullet screen was getting faster and faster, and the situation intensified.

"Okay, if I make trouble again, I will have to be sent to answer questions again. The bullet screen will be closed first."

As soon as the voice fell, a red bold crown barrage floated by in a high-pitched manner.

[S: Don't close it. 】

The barrage exploded again.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooobang.com If Big Brother doesn’t show up, I’m going to climb the wall.”

[My destined S!You and Beibei's fans are thick enough to be placed in the village toilet, and you just came to patronize him. I thought my CP was going to be! 】

Meng Yi was also quite surprised, he really hadn't seen the No. [-] for a long time, it seemed that he hadn't appeared since he and Fu Juehan were together.

He politely said hello, "You're here S, but I'm going to close the barrage soon, and they keep pulling me around."

[S: Don't close it, let's talk again. 】

Meng Yi pondered for two seconds, then replied slowly: "That's fine."

But what I think in my heart is: who are you?Why do you care about me, you think you are my brother?

If this is put aside, he won't find it strange. After all, the big brother on the list has spent tens of thousands of dollars in his live broadcast room. He shouldn't refute people's face due to emotion and reason. There are water friends who love to pull them together to join the cp He's not disgusted with being funny.

But it's different now, he has a partner!

Then form cp with others, and then listen to others.Isn't that looking for clean up!

Meng clicked his tongue, and when he was about to start the broadcast, he returned the reward money, "Let's chat for 5 minutes, and the barrage will be closed after 5 minutes. What do you want to talk about?"

[S: Is it really broadcasting on your stomach? 】

Meng Yi: "..."

Meng Yi: Which pot is really not open and which pot to lift.

He flattened his mouth and reluctantly replied: "Ang."

【S: What are you doing lying on your stomach? You're not feeling well? 】

Meng Yi replied Gou Ang again, blushing for some reason, why is this man's tone so familiar?

Seeing that the red barrage was about to float out again, Meng Yi quickly surrendered, "If you still want to ask this question, stop, I will turn off the barrage."

[S: Okay, let’s play something else, read the barrage above me aloud. 】

"Okay." Meng Yi leaned closer to the opening lips, and said word by word: "The night wind is a bit sultry, the little anchor bliss was pushed on the table by the big brother and opened—"

up... legs...

"What the fuck is this! Who uploaded the bullet screen of the fanart!"

Meng Yi's cheeks flushed red, and he was so ashamed that he jumped up and knocked over the water glass, flooding the keyboard in an instant, and the computer screen went black before he could see the line clearly.

He ignored the pain in his butt, and rushed to Fu Juehan's temporary office next door angrily.

The person who was looking at the computer quickly clicked the mouse and looked up at him: "What's the matter?"

Humming, Meng Yi jumped onto his lap and directly pushed Fu Juehan's hand away, found the live streaming app and logged into his account, "Brother, I'm using the computer, and some bastard is teasing me, I want to fight him to the death online!"

"Wait, little treasure—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Meng Yi was stunned on the spot at the same time.

He looked at the account that was automatically logged in, opened the homepage tremblingly, found such a big "S" in the nickname column, and turned to the history records, and found that the top one was the live broadcast room he had just closed.

My mind went blank and exploded to pieces.

Half a second later, Meng Yi viciously pinched the mouse that he thought would be crushed but did not.

"Maybe I have to do a live solo with that bastard."

The author says:

Mouse: You Qinggao()

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S broadcast the chapter of the accident in the front.