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"But ah..."

The tentacle-like hands and feet that had just been loosened suddenly tightened again.

Tang Ping felt a hot and moist breath on the back of his neck.

What followed was Yan Yao's gentle whisper: "Sister doesn't agree."

"!!"

Tang Ping couldn't stand it anymore!

"Laozi Shudaoshan, get off me quickly!"

Yan Yao was startled and opened her drunken eyes: "Are you mean to me?"

"You are the one who is fierce!" Tang Ping was fierce and unceremonious, "Come down quickly, I want to go back to squat, one."

Yan Yao opened her mouth aggrievedly: "But..."

"two!"

"I……"

"three!"

"Okay, I'll just come down."

Yan Yao snorted aggrievedly, let go of her hands and feet, and lay down on the bed.

Tang Ping felt his body light up.

Phew... finally relieved.

"The rest is up to you."

After Tang Ping finished speaking to Lin Nan, he didn't care whether Lin Nan would use the excuse of "I'm weak" to avoid watching the show.

He took advantage of Yan Yao being restrained by him and not going crazy with alcohol. He quickly walked to the door, pressed the door handle and pulled it——

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"Plop" several times.

Tang Ping reacted quickly and took a step back in time.

Looking at the three male writers who fell to the ground and struggled to get up, but because of the constraints of each other, none of them could stand up immediately.

A moment of silence.

"you……"

"We're worried about you, we're worried about you." A male writer laughed quickly, his drunken smile unable to conceal his unexplainable embarrassment.

"Uh-huh, yes, I'm worried about you, so just come over and take a look." Another male writer said after standing up, feeling at a loss for words with embarrassment.

"You opened the door as soon as we arrived, haha, what a coincidence?" The third male writer laughed while stroking his red nose.

"...I just want to ask one question."

Tang Ping looked at the three of them:

"How long have you been eavesdropping outside the door?"

Killing intent flashed in his eyes!

You'd better not hear me say those extremely shameful words, otherwise——! !

"What eavesdropping? We didn't eavesdrop, how could we eavesdrop!" The first male writer waved his hands repeatedly.

"Actually, I was just walking around drunk. When I saw the two of them eavesdropping here, I was worried about what happened. Come and have a look." The second male writer offered a backstab!

"You - he slandered me! Look, he slandered me!" The third male writer shouted angrily.

Tang Ping lost the patience to argue with them.

"Go quickly, go quickly, don't disturb my sister's rest." He took a few steps forward and drove the three people out.

"Okay, okay, let's go now." The three male writers knew they were in the wrong and didn't dare to bargain, so they hunched their necks and went out.

Tang Ping closed the door and opened it a little before closing it.

Said to Lin Nan:

"Be sure to lock the door, lock the windows, draw the curtains, and pull the anti-theft chain later."

Lin Nan nodded slightly: "Yes!"

"Click"

Tang Ping closed the door.

Looking at the off-white door panel, he exhaled.

Turn around.

A raised eyebrow.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"Uh, little handsome guy, let me ask you something," the male writer with a trough nose smiled and stepped forward and asked cautiously, "Are you really the younger brother of editor-in-chief Yaoyao?"

Tang Ping looked unhappy: "What does it have to do with you?"

"I'll just ask, I'll just ask," the wine-nosed writer said quickly.

The first male writer hesitated for a few seconds, then stepped forward, rubbed his hands together, and asked in a flattering manner:

"Teacher Guan Ai, look at me..."

Tang Ping didn't even glance at him: "If you don't look, get out of here. If you don't leave, I'll call Brother Ze here!"

"No, no, no, let's go, let's go."

The two male writers retreated hastily.

The second male writer also wanted to ask something, but when Tang Ping glared at him, he immediately swallowed the question back and followed him away in despair.

"Really, who are they?"

Tang Ping spat.

How come the "Dove of Peace" team is full of writers who are attracted by lust? How can we run a good magazine with such writers?

The most important thing is that even if you are greedy for this kind of Chinese tablet, you are still not a man!

Can't you, like other normal men, look at beauties with big bears and big leather drums?

Having said that, luckily Yan Yao is a Chinese tablet.

If a beautiful woman with a bulging waist and slender legs entangled him, Tang Ping would be confident that he would not be able to withstand her. Even if he could do it for ten seconds, his will would be stronger than steel.

……and many more.

Then again.

Tang Ping recalled his thoughts on joining the club.

like……

I am the same as these three writers.

Was it because he was attracted by sex and wanted to be tricked into some of the unwritten rules of the magazine, so he submitted it?

hiss--

Tang Ping took a breath of alcohol.

He slapped himself lightly.

What nonsense is that!

How could I, a good man like Tang Ping, be placed side by side with such a young man?

I'm handsome, but what about them?

Determine the actual situation clearly.

Tang Ping immediately felt at ease.

He looked back and confirmed that the door had been locked by Lin Nan, and then left quickly.

Go back quickly, go back and use the toilet!

If he doesn't squat in a pit, he will suffer to death!

After half an hour.

Tang Ping squatted in the toilet.

Playing with mobile phone.

Time should go slower, don’t let sophomore year get old anymore: "I encountered a very critical thing today." 』

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "What is it?" ——Did you think I would ask that? 』

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "Don't tell me, I don't want to hear it and I don't need to hear it!" 』

Time will go slower, don’t let the sophomore year get old again: "You have to listen." 』

Little magpie on the telephone pole: "(Blocked screenshot.jpg)"

Time should go slower, don’t let the sophomore age grow old again: "About Lin Nan and Sister Yaoyao." 』

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "? ? ? 』

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "Did you bully them both?" ? ! ! 』

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "You are really not a human being, I am really you!" ! ! 』

Tang Ping lifted his collar and smelled the strong smell of alcohol on it.

Am I bullying them?

They teamed up to bully me!

It stinks so much that I can’t have this clothes anymore.

Ask Victor tomorrow for a link to clothes that cost 7 yuan a piece.

The quality seems to be good, but the wool is too thin to handle.

Seeing Qiao Yinque's sentences becoming more and more illogical, her language became more and more out of control.

Typing correction by Tang Ping.

Time should go slower and don’t let sophomore age get older: "If you continue to confuse right and wrong, I will sue you for defamation." 』

Time should slow down and don’t let the sophomore age get older: “I was bullied so badly by them today, let me tell you, I almost couldn’t help but do something that people will regret.” 』

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "Strong?" ? ?You bastard is no longer a human being! ! ! 』

Time should go slower, don’t let sophomore year get older: “Listen!people!talk!I almost beat up three fellow male writers because of them. 』

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "? 』

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "You mean... there are three male writers, maybe drunk, who want to do something outrageous to the two of them." 』

The little magpie on the telephone pole: "Then maybe you didn't drink, and in order to protect them, you almost beat those three male writers?" 』

Time should go slower, don’t let sophomore year get old anymore: "As expected of you, as a writer, your thinking is so clear." 』

On the other end of the phone, on the soft white bed of the hotel.

Qiao Yinque slowly put down her phone, her expression less gnashing of teeth than before, as if she wanted to bite Tang Ping into pieces.

But not right.

Song Ze is here!

With Song Ze here, how could he let three stinky hooligans do whatever they want to Yan Yao and Lin Nan?

Song Ze can't get too carried away, mixing red and white, challenging others to drink five or ten cups with one cup, swallowing dozens of depth bombs, and sending it to him, right?

Considering Song Ze in my own impression.

Qiao Yinque felt uneasy and felt that this was really possible.

Her expression softened, she regained her rationality, and she typed an apologetic reply.