The national goddess she overturned

Chapter 984
"There is a delay." Jiang Ting didn't say much, sweat trickled down his forehead and slid on the side of his cheek.

"It's getting late, let's go in!"

The door opened a crack.

Jiang Ting tugged at his sultry neckline and strode into the villa.

The TV was on in the living room, and Quan Lang was sitting on the sofa with his upper body bare. He had just taken a shower and was only wearing bullet underwear and a pair of flip flops.

"Yo, you're back." Quan Lang raised his head, his eyes following him.

The two lived in the same apartment, with three bedrooms, two living rooms and two bathrooms. It was well-equipped, and there was a bar and wine cabinet in the kitchen. The decoration was comparable to a five-star hotel.

Jiang Ting ignored him, took off his sweaty coat, and walked into the bathroom.

"Mensao." Quan Lang smiled, picked up the remote control, and switched channels frequently.

After 5 minutes, Jiang Ting took a shower, wearing a pair of trousers, and came over to unplug the power for him.

Quan Lang exploded, "Damn it. What are you doing, Jiang Mutou! I'm fascinated by it!"

"Sleep." Jiang Ting gave him a cold look.

Quan Lang lost the remote control and lay on the sofa carelessly, "I don't sleep, I can't sleep! Hey, nothing happened between you and Song Mei tonight?"

Jiang Ting stared at his gossiping little eyes, remembering the kiss before leaving, and suddenly his lips became dry.

"No."

"Really or not... I don't think it looks like it!"

Quan Lang smiled narrowly, changed into a comfortable position, propped his forehead with one hand, and lay down on the sofa.

She made a charming gesture, but didn't realize it, "The tofu tonight...is really delicious!"

He looked unsatisfied.

Jiang Ting lowered his face, walked over, grabbed his coat, "Get off."

"Why?" Quan Lang didn't want to move.

Jiang Ting twitched hard and pulled the coat out.

Quan Lang rolled over and fell heavily under the sofa, with a "boom -" his head hit the floor.

"Hiss...Jiang Mutou, you are so...crazy! Can you be gentle?"

Quan Lang covered the back of his head, sat up, squinted his eyes and rubbed his dazed head, "Hey, what's that?"

On the floor, a small pink package lay there, which fell out of Jiang Ting's clothes.

Before he reached for it, Jiang Ting bent down, picked up the packaging bag, and held it tightly in his hand.

Quan Lang has sharp eyes and saw it a long time ago, "Du Lei Si... what the fuck, Jiang Mutou, you're slipping away! I thought you'd grown up and not fucked yet, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it... you can't even get a trick!" Take it with you!"

Jiang Ting seemed to snort, "What nonsense?"

"Isn't this yours? Hey, look at this pink and tender color, it turns out that Captain Jiang still has a girlish heart!" Quan Lang stood up barefoot, sat down on the sofa, and raised his feet.

Jiang Ting didn't say anything, he pulled up a chair and sat down.

Spread out your palms and throw the condom on the coffee table.

Quan Lang picked it up and looked at it, squinted his eyes, and muttered to himself, "This is not right..."

Jiang Ting raised his head and put his arms on his knees, "What?"

Quan Lang tore open the bag, took out the transparent hard object inside, and bit it in his mouth, "It's sugar. Jiang Ting, you are really wicked."

Jiang Ting paused, looked at the torn package on the coffee table, and frowned, "Candy?"

"It's not tasty at all." Quan Lang looked disgusted.

Jiang Ting stretched his arms, picked up the packing bag and looked at it.

Really sugar.

Is she playing with him?
Jiang Ting stared straight, smiled softly, and threw it in the trash can.

"By the way, what do you think about my pursuit of Song Mei?" Quan Lang put his hands on his knees, leaned forward, and asked.

(End of this chapter)