Happy Boy: I am Lin Miaomiao’s Yun Yang boyfriend

In order to help you steal food, I didn't even give up my innocence.

I think I am a young girl, but I admit that I am constipated.

Today's matter will take at least two...three big meals to resolve.

"I'll ask mom to get some fruit to eat. What do you want to eat?"

Lin Xiangzhi had just calmed down, but was panicked again by Qiao Yingzi's words.

I'm going to suffer, I'm going to suffer!

Lin Xiangzhi shouted in his heart and stood up.

"I go!"

she said aloud.

"Xiangzhi, what's wrong with you today?"

"It's weird and weird."

Qiao Yingzi glanced at Lin Xiangzhi, complained a few words, got up and walked towards the bedroom door.

"Eiko, don't move!"

Seeing Qiao Yingzi's hand on the door handle, Lin Xiangzhi hurriedly shouted.

"Xiangzhi, something is wrong with you."

Lin Miaomiao also stood up and looked at Lin Xiangzhi suspiciously.

"You're not hiding any secrets out there, are you?"

"No, absolutely not."

Lin Xiangzhi shook his head hastily, "I just want Yingzi to rest more."

"｀ˇTch, I'm not sick, why should I rest?"

Qiao Yingzi opened the bedroom door as she spoke.

"Yingzi!"

Lin Xiangzhi was extremely anxious and chased him out.

Lin Miaomiao saw this and followed the two of them out of the bedroom.

"Hey, where are my mother and Meng Haoyang?"

Qiao Yingzi stood in the living room and looked at the kitchen curiously.

"I guess... I guess they went out to buy groceries!"

Lin Xiang gained wisdom out of desperation and explained.

"Impossible, mom just bought so many vegetables this morning!"

"Then they plan to give you extra food tonight."

Lin Xiangzhi blurted out.

Her reaction made both Qiao Yingzi and Lin Miaomiao feel that something was wrong.

Lin Xiangzhi has always looked carefree, but he has never been like this.

"Do not talk!"

Qiao Yingzi suddenly heard a strange voice, she stretched out her hand and said.

Then he glanced at Lin Miaomiao and Lin Xiangzhi, and walked towards Song Qian's bedroom.

Lin Xiangzhi wailed in his heart and followed Lin Miaomiao.

The closer I got, the clearer the voice became.

As an adult who has turned eighteen, Qiao Yingzi still doesn't understand the meaning of this voice?

She turned pale, glanced at Lin Xiangzhi, and walked straight to the door.

Standing here, although the sound inside is still very low, you can almost hear it clearly.

"Is Aunt Song sick?"

"Why do you scream so uncomfortable?"

The innocent Lin Miaomiao heard the cry and asked curiously.

The sound made her heart beat faster and she blushed unconsciously.

She didn't know why, but she just felt a little difficult to breathe.

It's over!

Lin Xiangzhi held his forehead and did not dare to say a word.

Meng Haoyang and Song Qian disappeared together, and the sound came out again in the room.

Who else would understand such an obvious thing except Lin Miaomiao, a fool?

There was deathly silence and despair in Qiao Yingzi's eyes. She looked at the abyss-like door and stretched out her hand to hold the door handle.

"Yingzi!"

Lin Xiangzhi reached out and held Qiao Yingzi's hand, shaking his head at her.

Qiao Yingzi bit her lip and didn't even notice the bleeding.

She glanced at Lin Xiangzhi blankly, turned the handle, and pushed the door open.

.......

Chapter 228 I’m just giving you a massage, what do you think?

Song Qian was a little nervous and felt that Meng Haoyang was too bold.

There are so many people at home, and you still dare to think about messy things.

She hesitated for a moment, wanting to reject Meng Haoyang.

Meng Haoyang kissed her a few times and let go of her.

"Why, do you really think I'm so impatient?"

Seeing Song Qian's confused eyes with a bit of panic, Meng Haoyang teased.

Song Qian tilted her head and looked at Meng Haoyang, and couldn't help but grab Meng Haoyang.

"Okay!"

"I saw you were rubbing your waist when you were washing the dishes just now. Is your waist twisted?"

"I'll give you a massage. Lie down."

Meng Haoyang lightly flicked Song Qian's eyebrows and turned her over as he spoke.

Today Song Qian was wearing a white shirt and a small suit. She lay down like this, and her slender waist was already exposed.

Meng Haoyang rubbed his hands, lifted up the net of his shirt, and slowly pressed it up.

Speaking of the skills rewarded by the system, he only used this master-level massage technique the most.

Li Meng, Xiao Meng, Pei Yin, Song Qian, Qiao Yingzi, several people have tried it.

And everyone is full of praise for this massage technique.

Meng Haoyang sometimes still thinks about opening a massage parlor when he is in a good mood.

The kind that only accepts beautiful women.

Look at the various aspects of life and all kinds of beautiful legs.

This is also one of the joys of life.

After a few massages, Song Qian let out a pleasant moan.

"How about it? I'm a massage professional, right?"

"With my skills, I won't be able to use them every one thousand and one hours."

Meng Haoyang asked with a smile after listening to the movement.

"Shu...573 comfortable."

"Down below, also press near the tail vertebra below."

"I was in the elevator just now. I seemed to twist when I sat down."

"It feels like it's rusty and stiff as hell."

Song Qian lay on the pillow and said with a satisfied look on her face.

It's not like she's never had a massage before, but Meng Haoyang's technique was simply beyond her imagination.

The last time Meng Haoyang massaged Qiao Yingzi, she felt confused.

After a fall, apart from some redness and no swelling, it didn't hurt much.

When she tried it today, she fell in love with the feeling immediately.

"Xiaoyang, from now on you can give Auntie a massage every week when you have time!"

"As I get older, my body will become moldy if I don't massage it more."

Song Qian gasped twice, wiped the slight sweat on her head and smiled.

"Okay!"

"But this reward must be paid to me."

Meng Haoyang did not refuse Song Qian's request, smiled at her and said something, and started to press the tailbone again.

This is where all middle-aged people tend to get sick, so you have to press it carefully.

Thinking about it, Meng Haoyang's hand became a little stronger.

"pain!"

"Xiaoyang, take stock here."