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He Mingyu who suddenly became a stinky hooligan: "..."

The two were originally lying on the same bed, and Tan Qing rolled himself into a fox tube with a quilt, and easily rolled himself into He Mingyu's arms.

Tan Qing in the fox tube stretched her neck hard, staring at He Mingyu, who was close at hand, expectantly.

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu held the fox tube expressionlessly, put it back on the pillow on the other side, and reached out to turn off the small wall lamp: "You have to go to the crew tomorrow. It's late, go to sleep."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing was so angry that she turned her face and fell asleep with her back to He Mingyu.

Don't do it, don't do it!

Don't suck, don't suck!

It's not just playing with you alone.

Tan Qing touched her poor bird and slept till dawn.

He Mingyu called him up because he slept too soundly.

He Mingyu probably has finished his morning jog and is still wearing a sports suit, which looks much gentler than usual.

He pushed aside the large bedrooms and walked in. After the chill from the outside faded, he sat down on the bed near Tan Qing and patted Tan Qing's **** through the quilt: "It's time to get up."

Tan Qing immediately shrank his head into the quilt, and began to play dead on the spot.

He Mingyu: "..."

It's no wonder that He Mingyu has a good memory, but the scene in front of him really looks too familiar, as if Tan Qing returned to work on the first day to go to the crew.

He Mingyu touched Tan Qing's **** for a while, then moved out of the old way and said: "Now get up, give you one hundred thousand?"

However, Tan Qing, who has the number one rich man and wife, is no longer as impoverished as he once was.

Ji Yanxiu doesn't have much, just money.

Not only is there a lot of money, but there is no place to spend it, so I am happy to share it with my friends.

Tan Qing likes this innocent friend.

So he stubbornly shrank in the bed, and stubbornly said, "I can't afford it, I can't afford it."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu doubled again: "Two hundred thousand? Obedient, get up quickly, I have already gotten up and drank milk. The child of more than three months does not have to wake up as hard as you."

Tan Qing did not move.

After a while, a rebellious wild boar snored from the bed.

It is really very authentic and realistic.

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu had no choice but to threaten: "I can't afford to lift the quilt anymore."

Tan Qing twisted in the quilt, and finally gave up the treatment-like large font and spread her body: "You lift the horn, I am not afraid of you."

He Mingyu stretched out his hand and lifted off Tan Qing's quilt.

However, in the first second of opening.

He Mingyu was stunned.

He clearly remembered that Tan Qing wore a loose silk nightgown when she slept under the quilt last night.

but now.

After lifting the quilt.

Tan Qing, who laid herself on the bed in large font, was not covered with strands. She lay smoothly on the dark gray bed sheet, making her whole person white as if she was reflecting.

Even after eating so many fried chickens, she still didn't see a few taels of meat growing on Tan Qing's body.

Because of his lying down position, his thin waistline and slender and straight legs were unobstructed in his sight.

He Mingyu tried his best to tell himself that this was wrong and he should immediately look away, but his willpower and reason suddenly broke down at this moment, and both continued to look up with the most vulgar thoughts.

There is also no extra meat on Tan Qing's lower abdomen, except for the slightly slanted light-colored knife mark that is almost invisible. The lines are gorgeous and make people want to reach out and touch it.

This is a beautiful body.

Except for the scar on the right shoulder.

This was the first time He Mingyu saw that Tan Qing had a very obvious scar on his right shoulder.

It was different from the medical scar on the lower abdomen that was about to fade.

The scar on Tan Qing's shoulder didn't look like a knife wound or a gunshot wound.

He Mingyu even found that he could not find a weapon that could cause this scar.

The scar that healed directly penetrated Tan Qing's right shoulder, and then ran across from the upper side of the clavicle on the same side.

Maybe it was because the wound was too deep, or the wound was too big, even though it looked healed, it still failed to return to the previous skin color, but a fleshy pink color different from the surrounding white skin.

He Mingyu frowned and reached out to touch the wound: "How did it happen?"

Tan Qing, who was originally lying on the bed about to show off the bird and behave as a gangster, also froze for a moment: "Can you see?"

He Mingyu calmly said, "...I'm not too old yet, so I can see it clearly."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing suddenly felt a little awkward, and quickly took out her pajamas from under her buttocks and put them on herself: "Nothing to look at, it's ugly."

He avoided He Mingyu's hand, buttoned his pajamas numbly, and jumped off the bed: "Get up and get up! Can I eat chicken drumsticks in the morning?"

He Mingyu grabbed Tan Qing's wrist with his backhand and dragged the person back. He did not hesitate to say, "Explain clearly how the injury came. You can eat one more chicken leg."

Tan Qing: "..."

Foxes are very beautiful.

If it were not for the fact that no ordinary person had seen this scar before, Tan Qing would definitely not seduce He Mingyu naked.

Is it true that humans will evolve after a lot of money?

Tan Qing curiously scratched the scar on her shoulder through her clothes, raised her head and clarified conditions with He Mingyu: "Then I can tell you only if I eat five chicken legs."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu sighed, "No, eating so much in the morning will cause indigestion."

Tan Qing said immediately: "That's not going to be said."

He Mingyu compromised again: "I will ask your assistant to bring you to eat on the spot."

Tan Qing nodded in satisfaction, and replied earnestly: "I was struck by lightning."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu laughed angrily: "Why don't you say you got caught in the rain?"

Tan Qing shook her head sincerely, and her round eyes looked at He Mingyu honestly: "It was really struck by lightning. I won't lie to you, it's a puppy."

He Mingyu obviously didn't intend to continue listening to Tan Qing's entanglement.

He stood up coldly: "Breakfast is an oatmeal milk and chicken breast sandwich. After washing, he will come out to eat."

Tan Qing waited until the whole sentence was finished, but did not wait for her five drumsticks, and hurriedly caught up with He Mingyu: "Where are my drumsticks?"

"The lying child has no drumsticks."

He Mingyu glanced at Tan Qing, opened the bedroom door and walked out.

Tan Qing: "..."

Ugh.

He knew it.

Human society just can't tolerate honest people!

For the five chicken drumsticks that flew away to his mouth, Tan Qing did not speak to He Mingyu from the dining table to the end of the meal.

Especially when it's about to go out.

I don't know what Tan Qing thought of, and then slipped into Tan Jiji's bedroom.

Close the door.

Scooped up the baby who had just been fed milk powder and was sleeping in a daze from the bed and rubbed it.

However, Tanjiji's temperament does not know who he is like, and he is naturally soft and good-tempered.

After being awakened, he didn't cry or make trouble, and smiled stupidly at Tan Qing, knowing that he would open his hands to hug.

Tan Qing squeezed the little chubby's chubby face, patted his round **** again, and said sadly: "Boy, you can't eat anymore, otherwise you will be unable to run when you become a fox."

Tan whispered his fingers, and yelled sweetly: "Rake."

Tan Qingshun took a bite of the round face of the little boy, full of sensuality, and fully soothed his sad mood that he didn't eat chicken thighs today.

Tan Qing continued to chat, "Little Dad is going to develop the list of rich women. You have to stay at the meal ticket house and keep your tails away. Do you understand?"

Look at Tan Qing super obediently, and open his mouth: "Rake, rake!"

Tan Qing had a three-chapter agreement with the brat: "You can ask for money, you can ask for a house, but you can't wag your tail, you know?"

Tan Jiji learned Tan Qing's actions: "Rake, rake, rake!"

Tan Qing nodded in satisfaction, clapped her hands and said, "Very well, if you show your stuff, you will be thrown into the mountains to work as a child laborer for Uncle Flower Fox."

Tan Jiji successfully grasped the threat from little dad, curled his lips, and whispered: "Woo..."

Tan Qing raised her eyebrows fiercely.

Tanjiji sucked his nose and stopped pitifully, "Woo... hiccups."

Tan Qing tucked the **** back into the quilt and rolled it up, and went back to the living room with confidence to carry his luggage back to the crew, without even giving a glance to He Mingyu during the whole process.

He Mingyu had waited for a long time before Tan Qing went to find Tan Jiji.

Seeing that Tan Qing didn't seem to be ready to respond to him after he came out at this time, he couldn't help but take the initiative to speak and ask for words: "Is the child asleep?"

Tan Qing turned her head, and said angrily: "Heh, just talk about sleeping like you do!"

He Mingyu: "..."

For the first time, He Mingyu was choked by speech for a moment.

He tried to find something to discuss with Tan Qing, but found that the only thing he could talk about between the two was chatting.

He Mingyu had to bite the bullet: "Then, is he hungry?"

Tan Qing snorted, pouted and squatted down to pull her small suitcase: "So I'm going to work hard to make money now, so that he can live a life of eating a few chicken drumsticks if he wants to eat a few chicken drumsticks in the future."

He Mingyu: "..."

He hasn't waited for He Mingyu to pick up the next sentence.

Tan Qing seemed to think of something again, pursing her lips in grief and glaring at him: "Even the crew can add three drumsticks to the group performance of the dead! You don't even give me one drumstick!"

He Mingyu: "..."

In He Mingyu's growth process, he has never condoned this argument.

Even when cultivating conversations for more than three months, the timetable is still reasonable and will never be overspoiled.

But only talk about Qing Qing.

He Mingyu rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, walked to Tan Qing's side, picked up his small suitcase, and asked casually, "Just want to eat chicken legs?"

This question is quite meaningful.

Tan Qing understood in one second, calculated in two seconds, and tilted her head in three seconds: "Can I eat whatever I want?"

He Mingyu held a serious face: "Not necessarily."

Tan Qing tentatively touched He Mingyu's side: "A family bucket first?"

He Mingyu: "Yes."

Tan Qing: "Ten more original chicken?"

He Mingyu: "Yes, but you have to add a catty of fruit."

Tan Qing hummed twice: "Then... three more roast chickens?"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu's complexion was about to sink again as he saw.

Tan Qing quickly agreed to accept it, and put her hands in her pockets superbly: "The little roast chicken will be eaten next time!"

He Mingyu put Tanqing's luggage in the back of the car seat, and then opened the door on the co-pilot side: "Let's go, I will take you to the studio."