The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

Song Jing still dutifully helped out, who let herself be spoiled.

Xiao Yan, who was only favored by Lao Song, grabbed the bed sheet, closed his eyes and hummed comfortably: "Lao Song, I have to go to the mountain tomorrow, um...there is no wifi or signal in the mountain..."

The aggrieved tone was like being choked by the Taifu in the court, and because of the candidness of the lower body, the tone turned sweetly at the end.

"It's okay, you can just do your summer homework." Song Jing's hoarse voice concealed a trace of forbearance. Hearing Xiao Yan's seductive panting without knowing it, his eyelids twitched, and he leaned over to block his moaning. Xiaozui exchanged a wet kiss, and silently accelerated the speed of the hand.

Xiao Yan snorted, curled up his toes comfortably, kicked his legs helplessly on the sheet twice, hooked Song Jing's calf involuntarily, raised his head and leaned over to search for Song Jing's lips Ceng Ceng, as if this could alleviate the feeling of powerlessness washed by a wave of current from bottom to top, Xiao Yan put his arm around Song Jing's neck: "Don't...too fast, there are really a lot of summer homework..."

Song Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the little guy was probably the only one who didn't concentrate on his homework at this moment, so he stopped what he was doing to tease him: "Then what should I do?"

Xiao Yan lost his consolation for a moment, and raised his waist anxiously. Seeing that Song Jing didn't respond, he could only say pitifully: "You have to call me every day to urge me...the kind that wants a video."

"Okay." Song Jing even let go of his hands in response, making a gesture to lift his pants, and said solemnly: "You are still in puberty, such things should be restrained, let's stop here today."

wtf? ? ?Xiao Yan's black eyes were wide open, and he kicked off his baggy trousers angrily, and the little Xiao Qiao's Lao Gao between his legs complained, "Old Song, you have changed! "

Why didn't I see you say to be temperate when I shouted not to want it before!

Song Jing looked him up and down, "You are still young."

Who is younger? !

Xiao Yan rushed up and bit Song Jing's ear viciously, and was forced to reach out and grab Song Jing's crotch. Unexpectedly, Lao Gao's body was already swollen, and his hands were either loose or not, Xiao Yan His face was blushing, so he could only soften his voice and call him eagerly: "Old Song~"

"Huh?" Song Jing smiled to see what tricks he was playing.

"The summer vacation is only one and a half months, and I don't know how long it will take to film..." Xiao Yan said more and more pitifully, "I won't see you for a long time..."

Song Jing felt the little paw pressing on the center of her trousers move up and down cautiously, and raised her eyebrows: "So?"

"So... don't stop... Ugh!" Xiao Yan couldn't help exclaiming from the sudden stimulation, trembling all over, arching his back and leaning on Song Jing's shoulder.

Song Jing turned her face and kissed his ear, her helpless tone seemed to finally compromise: "From now on, I can only do it twice a week at most, and I'm not allowed to do it myself when I'm not around."

"Hmm... qwq!"

Next, Xiao Yan paid a painful price for his words and deeds. He felt like a roller coaster when he was stopped by the jerk, and he was held by his little hand and waited on his old Song. , as the first time to help Lao Song relieve his worries, he was so ashamed that he almost rolled under the bed. In the end, his hands were a little red, and he barely satisfied Lao Song.

After being hugged by Song Jing in the bathroom and taking a shower, he was already exhausted, and he didn't even care about his salivating and easy-to-touch chest muscles. As soon as he touched the pillow, he fell asleep, and after a while, he started to sleep a little. snore.

A night without dreams.

When Xiao Yan woke up naturally after sleeping in the morning, he blushed when he remembered yesterday, and when he saw the phone, it was almost nine o'clock, and there was no one around, so Xiao Yan rolled around Song Jing twice in a daze, The wind from the air conditioner made the quilt cold, and he kicked the quilt so angry that he lost his body temperature!

Xiao Yan got up and called Song Jing: "You don't call me when you go to work!"

Song Jing: "I'm still downstairs."

Xiao Yan: "Oh...why don't you leave?"

Song Jing: "..."

Qiao Zhiyuan, who just arrived on the opposite side to pick up someone, gracefully took a sip of tea, "Master Song, since I'm in charge of sending Xiao Yan to the airport, you can go to work."

Song Jing hung up the phone and squinted at him.

"By the way, this time is a public itinerary. It is estimated that there are already fans at the airport organizing a pick-up at this time. There may be a sea of ​​people and a sea of ​​drums and drums." Qiao Zhiyuan asked knowingly, "Is Young Master Song planning to send Xiao Yan to the airport?"

Song Jing said casually: "So what?"

"Young Master Song is not afraid of exposure," Qiao Zhiyuan sneered, "but we are, so we don't bother you."

Song Jing frowned: "I'm worried."

Qiao Zhiyuan couldn't bear it anymore: "Are you an old lady?!"

Mrs. Song: "..."