, is a ball!
443.
The bright moon is far away, the slope is ten miles long, and the galaxy is shining.
One step at a time, one move at a time, one move at a time, and one move at a time.
Walk very steadily, too steadily.
It was so much that Murong Jihua could hear himself breathing more and more heavily, but He Junyue's shallow and long breathing was still as peaceful.
—Compared to the time when Murong Jihua picked up He Junle and ran away one day, I don't know how many times more secure.
But... caring is messy.
Murong Jihua then forgave himself with peace of mind.
444.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Murong Jihua benefited from the inexplicable and reassuring magnetic force on He Junle's body. He had a mint scent on his body, which was strong but not choking.
It was in stark contrast to my deadly strength on the bed.
445.
Here, Murong Jihua pretended to be sleepy and drunk and moved his hands and feet, while He Junle kept his face dark and smiling without saying a word.
There are endless swords hidden in the smile.
It's a pity that Murong Jihua, who was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, had no luck to see him.
446.
——Murong Jihua felt that he had only slept for a hundred or eighty seconds in a rock-solid fragrance cradle, and was thrown onto the bed in a whirl.
What came to the nostrils was no longer the fresh smell from He Junle's body, but an indescribable smell instead.
It is the taste of hometown that exists in Yan Jihua's memory.
"This guy won't throw me into the chicken coop, why does this taste so unique?"
Murong Jihua opened his eyes, and felt under the darkness, but he didn't find the haystack chicken feathers he imagined, only a thin bedding.
It's okay, it's a bed with a more friendly taste, not a chicken coop...
I never thought that my billionaire president, Ben Cai, would still have the opportunity to sleep in such a friendly bed in this life.
He Junle was not in a hurry to go to bed, he stopped and walked in place, not knowing what he was doing.
Murong Jihua clicked his tongue, it's rare for me to sleep on the floor with a man, so why don't you consciously come to sleep with him
Of course, this is just thinking about it in my heart.
447.
He moved to one side, patted the air beside him casually, with a strong nasal voice in his voice:
"He Junle—Junle—Brother Le—I'm dying of pain, come to sleep, it's too cold to sleep alone."
"What's wrong with you?" He Junle frowned, "I checked just now, and the air humidity in this room is 75%, which is a bit too much; there is still a lot of poultry smell in the air, and the hair has not been cleaned. Tsk, Chen What did Ergou do—”
"Are you a clean freak?"
"No, I'm just afraid that a pampered young master like you won't be able to bear it."
"Are you worried about me?"
"Are you drunk? Can you do addition, subtraction, multiplication and division without using your love brain?"
"You're just worried about me."
Murong Jihua smiled softly, half leaned forward and grabbed He Junle's clothes:
"I'm not too drunk now, really, I can get up and hug you around a few times now."
He Junle raised his eyebrows: "Why, no fighting, no pimping, no biting, no pushing and shoving today—hugging instead?"
He stretched out his hand and flicked the slightly silly piggy Peiqi ring on the opponent's finger, imitating the accent of Big Sister Hong:
"Little Murong—how old is this year?"
"For the last time, don't be perfunctory."
Murong Jihua was frantically probing on the verge of being amused by He Junle, he coughed lightly:
"Aren't you dying?"
"..."
"Ah, I can't do it anymore, brother Le, I spin clockwise in everything I see now, you hold me and spin counterclockwise three times, and I will pay you back three more circles after you heal me?"
"… You said it yourself."
"A word from a gentleman."
448.
Sended.
More than three laps.
Vomited.
More than a little.
After vomiting, Murong Jihua collapsed successfully, was as quiet as a chicken, and slept obediently, without making any noise.
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"It's rare that no one is watching tonight, don't applaud for love, and don't hurry up to sleep, forcing me to do a trick. What's wrong with this person."
A rare good night's sleep.
449.
"Om—" "Clack—"
"Om—" "Clack—"
"Om—" "Clack—"
"..."
Under the dual stimulation of the vibration of the terminal communication and the crowing of the hen, Murong Jihua reluctantly opened his sleepy eyes.
What catches the eye is no longer a row of beautiful maids and dark stewards, but a simple and peaceful farmhouse, with its back facing Mr. his sleeping rival—announcing an extraordinary morning.
I opened the terminal and saw that it was 5:30 in the morning.
Cui Guanshi's 108th message:
Princess Elizabeth has requested to have lunch with you.
Murong Jihua knocked and replied: Can't make it in time, let's have dinner, I'll deal with it when I come back.
After sending it, add a sentence: Treat Her Royal Highness well, and don't let Su Xiaomo touch her.
After saying that, he shrank back into the bed, turned over and planned to catch a comfortable sleep in the cage.
450.
Turning it over, it seemed that I had touched something extraordinary.
Take it out and have a look.
Well.
an egg
It was too dark last night and I didn't pay attention, maybe this bed is really a chicken coop!
451.
After this trouble, I am no longer sleepy, the discomfort of hangover has also come up, and the memory of last night has also come up.
——Seeing that the culprit, He Junle, was sleeping soundly with his back turned to him, Murong Jihua couldn't help feeling sour in his heart. Murong Jihua stood up halfway, holding the egg in one hand, shaking He Junle with the other, and shouted while shaking with his twelve-point acting skills:
"He Junle, the big event has been accomplished! Look, you are finally born, it's a ball!"
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Chapter 50 of my Sky Duck………………
I embarrass Jinjiang orz
That's only tens of thousands of words
ready to come out
452.
Murong Jihua: "Are you happy?"
He Junle's eyes were as cold as ice.
Murong Jihua: "...it's an egg."
He Junle raised his eyebrows slightly.
Murong Jihua: "...to protect sweetheart?"
He Junle blinked casually.
Murong Jihua: "...you are embarrassing me like this?"
He Junle: "Hmph."
He Junle reached into the quilt, and took out a fat reed hen:
"Baby's mother is here."
"..."
"If you insist on saying I gave birth, that's fine. Murong-dear-babe-sweetheart-you got greened by a chicken."
"...you slept with this chicken last night, am I not as real as a chicken in your eyes?"
"What the hell are you doing so early in the morning!?"
453.
This old hen, which was almost smothered to death in He Junle's arms, became the pair's plastic CP's breakfast that day. Murong Jihua, who was satiated and wiped his mouth in the small farmyard, secretly praised: Chen Ergou's craftsmanship is real Not bad.
Sitting in the kitchen hall, Chen Ergou slapped himself violently: I really drank until I lost my mind and thought of taking the boss and the doctor-bah, brother-in-law back to my old house in the country. What if something happens to me? Can afford it
Although Chen Ergou's worries were superfluous, the bodyguards of Murong's family never failed to keep their eyes on Murong Jihua from the beginning to the end—
You can be invisible, but you don't have to.
— But Murong Jihua Benhua was full of lust and lust, and stared at He Junle after breakfast.
He Junle's scalp was numb from his stare: "What are you doing?"
Murong Jihua made a lip service: "Do it!"
"..."
—then obediently smooth things over before the other party retorts:
"Man, your brothers are all nice and welcoming, I had a lot of fun yesterday, really."
He Junle smiled faintly: "Of course. My brothers are all the best."
454.
"..."
This dead brother (in a broad sense) is in charge!
455.
Murong Jihua raised his leather shoes and gently rubbed He Junle's ankle under the table, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Man, your performance last night made me very angry. I will give you five choices now, Sunshine Island, Hot Spring Resort, Beihai, Sky City in Country A, and Twilight Castle—choose one, and I will wait for the day when I am in a good mood. take you there."
He Junle stepped back neatly:
"—Is this also within the scope of our cooperation?"
"Yes, not exactly," Murong Jihua tried to pull the shoe out of the opponent's sole, but failed:
"It's an invitation in my own name? Can Mr. He show me your face?"
"I'm also very busy." He Junle rubbed his feet heavily:
"Will there be an extra charge?"
Murong Jihua sucked in a breath of cold air after being trampled on, and when he recovered, he slightly hooked his lips:
"my pleasure."
456.
As the saying goes, plans cannot keep up with changes, and there is no coincidence without a book.
—What are you afraid of
457.
Murong Jihua hadn't had time to legally take He Junle out for a show through the Bawang contract, when he received Article 124 from Guanshi Cui—the most urgent contact information except for saying hello.
Princess Elizabeth met Su Xiaomo in the Murong Mansion!
Murong Jihua: "..."
It was very irresponsible in my heart to give Cui Guanshi the first bad review in his career.
I can't even look down on a girl, so I put all my energy on entanglement with his young master's offensive attributes!
Well, now the Buddha is no longer a Buddha.
Love is a glass of wine, anyone who drinks it will get drunk, if it is a female customer, everything can be thrown away!
—Although he didn't want to admit it, Murong Jihua knew that the plastic love between himself and He Junle was originally for Su Xiaomo.
This is a good time, with a single move, Murong Jihua successfully raised the heart of a young boy obsessed with beauty to his throat.
Nothing to say, no more to say. Waves can't be waved anymore, so I hurried back home.
458.
The private helicopter quickly landed in the sound of poultry and beasts, and Chen Ergou had the honor to watch the boss follow him