Male God Please Lie Down

Ni Dayong scolded again angrily.

At this time, in Ni Qingming's room, there were waves of groans and groans, and one after another, they spread into people's ears.

Wang Fenglan walked over and looked inside. Unconsciously, Zhuo An got entangled with the two spitters.

It's disgusting.

Wang Fenglan frowned, closed the door abruptly, and looked at these things angrily.

This is all about what and what, I really don’t know what to do.

Wang Fenglan sighed and helped Ni Dayong to stand.

Ni Qingming stuffed Fang Wenhao into the taxi, and rummaged up and down on him, but didn't find the key. She thought of the apartment he lived in, as if he had entered the password.

Is it possible to take him back? No way. Sister Jiao thought it was weird when she saw a boy next to her, and then she went back to sleep. It was really...

There was no way, so Ni Qingming had to let the driver go to a nearby hotel.

After moving Fang Wenhao upstairs, Ni Qingming breathed a sigh of relief.

Along the way, the driver and the front desk looked at her with strange eyes. Thinking about it, it made people feel flat.

Ni Qingming threw Fang Wenhao on the bed and was about to leave first, only to find that Fang Wenhao's hand was tightly grasping her clothes.

She tried hard to pull his hand away, but if she did it, Fang Wenhao's hand was just like glue, and couldn't get it out.

In the end, there was no way, and Ni Qingming felt a little tired, so she lay down beside him.

Probably feeling that she was lying down on her side, Fang Wenhao's hand gradually relaxed.

When it was said that it was too late, Ni Qingming flashed back immediately, but before he got up and left, he was pulled on the bed by Fang Wenhao again.

Then the corner of his clothes was tightly held in the palm of his hand.

What the **** is this!

Ni Qingming was inexplicable for a while.

No, I could only stay beside him and lay down in the end.

In the early morning of the next day, she could only feel her side, alive and kicking, she opened her eyes and saw Fang Wenhao looking at herself there.

"You are sick?"

Ni Qingming looked at him and couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

"Why? I'm such a handsome yellow flower, I just live in the same room with you, or in the hotel. Why don't I know if you have anything to think about me."

Fang Wenhao checked himself and found that there was nothing the same, and then nodded.

"ill!"

Ni Qingming sat up from the bed.

"Yes, I'm sick, do you have medicine?"

Fang Wenhao approached her again and asked aloud.

"Without medicine, are you going to die!"

Ni Qingming asked.

"..."

Fang Wenhao was stunned again, "Do you want to go to our game company."

"Don't go!"

Ni Qingming still answered very concisely.

"Isn't your family short of money? Why are you?"

Fang Wenhao felt very strange, if she came to her company, she would not be able to make much money.

She will feel more comfortable in her home too.

At that time, I was afraid of nothing.

"You can control it!"

Ni Qingming glanced sideways at him, got up from the bed, opened the door and went out.

"Hey—" Fang Wenhao hurriedly chased it out, "Wait for me, you!"