,
It also refers to... not... ♂... XX.
525.
On this day, Murong Jihua learned a truth that in his eyes can be called cold knowledge:
Pure love ≠ danmei, and Lily.
Not all pure love means boys and boys...
To put it bluntly, that is—
526.
…
"That is to say, I was flirting with men last night because of Lily's novels? No wonder this young man failed!"
527.
"di"
It was a text message from Cui Guanshi.
—"Master, is Mr. He by your side?"
— "Not here, what's the matter?"
— "If possible, can you come out alone for a while?"
—“……………”
Murong Jihua bit his lower lip, his brows furrowed deeper:
-"good."
528.
Murong Jihua greeted He Junle and went out, seeing Cui Guanshi rubbing his little hands from a distance, waiting for him at the end of the corridor. He walked over quickly and went straight to the point:
"What happened?"
"Hmm..." Cui Guanshi's expression was a bit perplexed:
"I don't know if this matter should be discussed or not..."
"If it wasn't about He Junle, you wouldn't fucking say that again in the future!"
"Yes, master..."
Murong Jihua became a little nervous, and along with his adrenal glands, his irritability value soared.
This world is already fucked enough, but don't install a bloody setting for He Junle!
Cui Guanshi: "... Young Master, do you still remember the incident when Mr. He suddenly passed out and was sent to the hospital by you in the North District?"
"Remember, then what?"
"this morning,"
Cui Guanshi's lips moved for a moment, after thinking about it, he still confessed:
"I will bring Sophia's maid team to provide you with wake-up service... Just see, Mr. He,"
Murong Jihua's heart rose to his throat.
"He has a high fever all over his body, has difficulty breathing, and is unconscious. His whole body is wrapped around your body. It may be an instinctive behavior to find a relatively cold source..."
"... ... Well, yes, that's right, the same symptoms as when I was in a coma with a high fever last time."
It wasn't a dream last night!
"I called the private doctor of Murong Mansion on my own initiative, but the strange thing is that Mr. He's high fever subsided quickly. To be on the safe side, we gave him a more detailed examination, by extracting your and his... … find him, maybe, maybe, this, that…”
Countless possibilities flashed through Murong Jihua's mind for a moment, and the one that made him fuck up the most and couldn't get rid of it was the dog-blood ethics love rape plot—
"No, tell, Young Master Ben, he, mother, is suffering from some terminal illness, okay
"Okay," Cui Guanshi replied very simply: "It's not a terminal illness, but Mr. He has a special constitution. After testing, we found that—"
529.
"He's reacting strongly to the top layer of your skin."
530.
ah
I'm, man, allergic to my skin
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
531.
"... Are you kidding me?"
"No no no...it's true...it's just that the timing of the episodes seems to be very unstable. Master..."
"..."
"But don't worry, we also found that the young lady is not allergic to your other parts."
"Relax? My man's allergens are sticking to my whole body. How the hell can I reassure you?"
"Well… "
"Think of it this way, young master. You and your young lady usually wear clothes, but they don't have short sleeves, and you don't ask at all when you hug each other—"
"What about kissing?"
"Don't worry! We've tested it, and it won't cause allergic reactions to the surface layer of the lips—Young Madam!"
[A dialogue that was locked three times is omitted here]
[Conclusion: You don’t need to worry too much when you are in love]
[Blessings to you in the early years]
532.
Murong Jihua wanted to die.
He was probably confused by anger, and even had a bit of strength to ask Cui Guanshi:
"Knowing so much... What exactly did we experience when we fell asleep?"
533.
But... think about it from another angle.
… … … … … Maybe
534.
When Murong Jihua tidied up his expression and came back from the corridor, He Junle had already finished washing, and he was sitting on the bed wiping his hair now.
Murong Jihua's bath towel was wrapped underneath.
What kind of crazy triple kill is this!
Murong Jihua began to regret that he had been nagging Cui Guanshi for so long just now, if he had come back earlier, would he have bumped into—
"He Junle stepped out of the mist, his lower body was wrapped in her boyfriend's pink and yellow bath towel, her wet hair was stuck to his pale skin, and the water droplets rolled down with sultry heat, and finally disappeared under it. In the shadow of nothing"
—Is this the description
535.
It's a pity that there is no if, not to mention the water on his body, He Junle's hair is almost dried.
"Where have you been?"
He Junle looked up at him, his eyes were clear and clear, and his eyelashes were bent just right from this angle.
Honestly, he looks really handsome.
Real chicken attack, suitable for the next.
The kind that is just a little bit worse than Ben Shao.
536.
Murong Jihua forced a smile: "What, miss me?"
"No, no," He Junle smiled and showed half of his teeth:
"You're not here, what if Her Royal Highness wants to play hooligans on me? Am I going to lose my virginity in tears?"
"You also learned to tell jokes..."
Murong Jihua approached him step by step until his hands rested on his sides, pushing the bed down into a small soft nest.
His mouth stuck to the skin of the back of He Junle's neck, and he rubbed it gently twice. Before He Junle could get angry, he obediently asked:
"You have a fever in the middle of the night, and the allergen is my skin."
"… Yeah."
"why did not you tell me?"
"..."
"I can't touch you anymore, so I have to use my mouth reluctantly."
"Young Master, I just want to see if my things continue to have a fever—that's all. Don't move around."
"..."
"I'm only temporarily, in your terms, your thing—within the scope of the contract..."
"Master Ben knows."
537.
I know.
Sooner or later you will be willing.
—Mylittlesweet.
538.
"The following is MMTV's exclusive disclosure for you - the afternoon tea time of Her Royal Highness Princess Elizabeth, the national goddess!
At 3:00 p.m., the royal family time of country A, as the first lady, Her Royal Highness Princess Elizabeth is sitting in the garden downstairs of Murong Mansion drinking tea;
Look, she in front of the camera is so breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that there is nothing in the world, so beautiful that she is extraordinary, so beautiful that the world is overshadowed!
Then let us follow in the footsteps of the broadcast reporter and step forward to interview—"
Elizabeth was sitting in the garden downstairs of Murong Mansion, a red-purple dress made her more charming and charming, she held a teacup in one hand, and teased a butterfly with the other.
The smile is official and bright: "Me?—Yes, Mr. Murong and I don't have that kind of relationship, we are good friends. Of course, I also hope that our friendship can promote the deep communication between the royal family and the Murong family balalabala..."
539.
suddenly.
"Fuck! Murong Jihua, you're crazy, if you bite me again, I'll fuck you!"
"Young mother-in-law, come and see the gift I prepared for you, I will not allow you to say that you don't want to—"
"I can walk by myself!"
Elizabeth: "…"
reporter:"… "
Reporter: "It seems that we... have broadcasted something incredible!"
"Ah... Fortunately, it was paused. I will cut this part when I go back to the replay. I hope the sound of the recording is quiet enough... Then, Your Highness, the second question—Your Highness, Your Highness?"
540.
"snap"
The handle of the teacup was snapped off by the soft pair.
"Puff"
The plump and beautiful butterfly was strangled to death by a pair of onion fingers.
The reporter thinks he must be dreaming, or crazy—
Her Royal Highness, who was rumored to be as perfect as the white moonlight, had a pale face, dull eyes, scattered pupils, and a creepy smile on the corner of her mouth;
She stood up with a bang, and ran upstairs regardless of her image:
"Brother Mu and Mr. Lejun! whatwhatmakesyousoamazing! Iwanttohavealook, too!"
A group of journalists and TV crews who were thrown down: "..."
Ni Haofan: "...Sorry, everyone, this broadcast...can only be another day."
541.
He Junle is wilting;
He Junle was shocked;
He Junle was thundering.
Murong Jihua is happy;
Murong Jihua is proud;
Murong Ji Wharton felt that his boyfriend was maxed out.
He Junle stretched out a finger, stood at the door and pointed into the bedroom:
"This fucking—"
542.
Murong Jihua was extremely proud, and made an invitation to He Junle (wearing gold and white gauze gloves) with one hand, and a presentation to the bedroom with the other:
"Man, this is the country I laid down for you."
543.
One sentence summary: Murong Jihua moved a small playground into the bedroom.
(The size of the president’s bedroom ≈ a standard playground with a 400-meter runway, the data comes from Chapter 1)
544.
"Excerpts from He Junle's Autobiography"—
"Before I met Murong Jihua, my life was beautiful, bright and bright, and the future can be expected.
After meeting Murong Jihua, this performance