General, you got the wrong script [holographic online game]

Afterwards, Han Mo told the other party a lot of things, but Du Feishuang couldn't hear clearly, and Han Mo's body temperature came from his tight skin. The temperature was very warm, and he was very tired.It was early in the morning when Du Feishuang revised the script and put it online. After that, the two of them tossed and tossed about for a while, and it was almost dawn.

Du Feishuang was so sleepy, his eyelids were clenched, he couldn't bear it anymore, curled up in Han Mo's arms, closed his eyes and took a nap.

At present, he has a general understanding of Han Mo's family composition, which is more complicated than his own. Although he feels that he may face more problems in getting along with Han Mo's parents in the future, he is not afraid. If there are problems, he will find a way to solve them and try his best to let everyone get along more harmoniously.

Du Feishuang still has a lot of questions she wants to ask Han Mo, and also has a lot of past that she wants to tell Han Mo.

However, he was really sleepy right now. 100% adhere to rest first, chat second, even if the world of "Order of the World" collapses in an instant, you have to wait for him to wake up before thinking about the next step.

The morning sun shines into the house through the propped up wooden windows, and the breeze brings in the fresh air in the morning. There is a trace of moisture in the air, accompanied by the rushing sound of the Yinyun Waterfall not far away.During the beautiful moment of the concerto in the morning, Du Feishuang moved his hand and realized that Han Mo was not beside his pillow. He hurriedly opened his eyes, only took one look at Han Mo, and all the drowsiness disappeared in an instant.

Han Mo took out the small yellow books in the box and spread them all over the floor, one after another, neatly arranged.He concentrated on arranging the numbers for each book. First of all, according to the number of people in the content, they are divided into three categories: XO books for one person, XO books for two people, and XO books for N people. Among them, books for three or more people are directly placed at the bottom of the box. Feishuang doesn't like multiplayer scenes, and it's impossible for Han Mo to share his lover with others.

Therefore, there are two options left in front of him.Books for self-care and fun are indeed very exciting, but there is only one person, so, isn't it Du Feishuang himself, he is watching, this kind of night where you can only watch but not eat and do nothing is too depressing.To sum up, the obvious result is that Han Mo has a soft spot for the two-person book, and he positions the two-person book as a model for key learning.

He will add two words on the cover of the book with technical content and innovative spirit of restricted-level long-lasting action, weekly, regular piston movement with romantic sentiment and moderate intensity is marked as daily.The heat is so hot that sparks are flying, the shy and obsessive mud rolling in the wild is turned into passion, the candlelight is flickering, and the bed sheets of you and me in the cabin add to the warmth.

As for when to use which type, this is a science.Han Mo believes that before his knee fully recovers, it is quite necessary to study hard and explore his true preferences. He is familiar with Feishuang's shy scale and tolerance limit. some.

He would tell Du Feishuang with his actions that even if he didn't use buffs to help out, the general is still extremely vigorous.

Regarding vigor, Du Feishuang's opinion is slightly different from Han Mo's. Being too vigorous is a heavy burden on both of them, especially since he belongs to the miserable one lying down and letting the mermaid flesh.It was not difficult for Du Feishuang to notice that Han Mo was staring straight at little Huang Ben, his eyes shining like a wolf, and he couldn't help feeling that the road ahead was not smooth, and his fate in bed was rough.

Sighing softly for his future, Du Feishuang quickly put on his clothes and got out of bed. He quickly stepped over the books on the ground, walked around Han Mo, and came to the copper basin to wash his hands and face.He yawned lazily, rubbed his eyes, returned to sit down at the small table, and began to wolf down his breakfast.

Every time he shared the same bed with Han Mo, Du Feishuang would always feel hungry in the morning, and his physical strength was exhausted by Han Mo at night, whoever said that he would not work hard down there would be in a hurry.

While drinking porridge calmly, he glanced at Han Mo inadvertently. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the carefully selected results of Han Mo. Han Mo was so excited to sort out the little yellow book. Only then did Han Mo deeply realize that indulgence is too rascal.

General, can not be taught.

Du Feishuang sighed silently, he shook his head, waving away the idea that Han Mo would understand this one day, thinking about these things would be better than filling his stomach.

After Han Mo sorted out the box of small yellow books sent by Yi Jianghu, he walked to the table contentedly, and delivered the food to his stomach.With a full stomach and a skyrocketing happiness index, he wiped his mouth and said with a smile, "Next weekend, I will drive to pick you up with your grandparents."

"What?" Du Feishuang looked confused, not understanding what was going on.

Han Mo was not in a hurry, he smiled and said lightly: "We discussed last night, I will go to your family dinner with you, my parents will not go this time, and we will arrange it later when there is a suitable opportunity. I repeated it three times last night, did you forget?"

Du Feishuang paused in his heart, keeping his expression as calm as possible.

Huh, they talked about it last night?Why didn't he have the impression that he really discussed it?When did they discuss this issue? Could it be that they were too sleepy, so they agreed after listening in a daze, but they didn't remember it at all when they woke up.

Han Mo's parents couldn't participate, he was more or less disappointed. Of course Du Feishuang understood Han Mo's embarrassing situation. His father had his father's new family, and his mother had his mother's new family. They didn't have much contact with each other, and they rarely met. Now, Han Mo, who has grown up, has also begun to consider establishing a complete family of his own.

What did they need to do so that Han Mo's parents could happily show up to have a meal and chat with Du Feishuang's family.

Perhaps, while considering burning Han Mo's little yellow book, Du Feishuang should also think deeply about this thorny problem.

Du Feishuang's childhood experience was similar to Han Mo's, but very different.After he was born, he saw only a handful of times when he saw his parents, and it was rare for his parents to accompany him and say a few warm words.My father stays in the research institute all the year round, and my mother runs around the world, very busy.The young Du Feishuang almost always stayed with his grandparents, avoiding the hard times of living with robot servants since he was a child.

Although his parents don't see each other very often, they have a very good relationship. As soon as they meet, they immediately kill everyone with sweetness. Du Feishuang is really worried that his parents' unrestricted show of affection will scare Han Mo.But considering Han Mo's incomparably strong psychological endurance, thick skin and invincible thick flesh, it shouldn't be too difficult to bear a little show of affection.

Du Feishuang nodded resolutely: "I will notify you as soon as the specific time is confirmed."

"Okay." Han Mo replied.

"The project my father is in charge of has entered the final stage, and it will be completed in the next few days. When he finishes handling this project, he will probably not be too busy for a while, and he will have more time to go home than before." Du Feishuang paused and continued. Said, "This month, my mother is a little bit busy, but starting from next month, she will consider a little more time."

"Schedule time?" Han Mo repeated, "They arrange time to deal with urgent matters?"

Du Feishuang stabilized his emotions and lowered his eyes: "I don't think they would mind taking some time to find out what kind of person their son's boyfriend is."

Hearing this, Han Mo frowned on purpose, with a serious expression: "It's not fair, the first-rank general has already lived in a hut with someone, newly married for so long, he has done all the things that should be done more than once, and handed over his body and mind , unexpectedly got mixed up with the boyfriend's identity."

Du Feishuang raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise, what are you going to do? What do you want to tell them?"

"Tell them that we are on our honeymoon, living a normal married life, not harmonious, but very happy." Han Mo said solemnly.

The corner of Du Feishuang's mouth twitched, and he glared at Han Mo: "General, don't confuse data with reality, I really don't want to visit you in the psychiatric department."

Han Mo rubbed his chin and thought about it seriously for a while: "I have a doubt."

"Say." Du Feishuang replied.

"Anyway, the knee is still recovering, otherwise, let's do that first and then that." Han Mo smiled all over his face.

Du Feishuang didn't understand: "Then what is it, can it be eaten?"

Han Mo nodded with a smile: "In reality, get married first and then honeymoon, it's definitely edible."

Du Feishuang: "..."

Hearing these words, there was an illusion that he was going to be eaten.What's more, in reality, they haven't written their horoscope yet, and they are actually clamoring to get married. Marriage is not so easy, it's easy to get married, and the parents of both parties have not seen each other yet.

Well, that's not the point.

Data is one thing, reality is another. Han Mo is under the spotlight, and countless pairs of eyes are staring at Han Mo's words and deeds. In this way, what should I do in the future? Love is so embarrassing, they choose to be sneaky Du Feishuang has to worry about the series of issues, whether it is an underground romance or an aboveboard relationship, how much the choice will affect Han Mo's current popularity, and how far-reaching the consequences will be.

He once said that whoever dares to influence Han Mo's career, he will smoke.Then, if his own existence affects the other party's career, wouldn't he have to withdraw himself? This problem is so serious.

It is too difficult to smoke yourself, it is more convenient to smoke Han Mo.

That doesn't seem like a good idea, maybe.

Seeing that Du Feishuang didn't respond to the suggestion, Han Mo quickly figured out Du Feishuang's hesitation. After thinking about it, he sincerely suggested again: "Actually, you don't have to make things difficult. We can also get married first after the honeymoon."

The little flame ignited the heavy gunfire in Du Feishuang's heart, and he was emotionally excited.

Wipe, Han Mo,

What is your thought circuit?

Dare to have a little normal logic.

"Besides doing it, what else would you do?" Du Feishuang vomited blood.

Han Mo hesitated for two seconds, and happily replied: "I will still love."

Du Feishuang was bleeding all over his body, and fell to the ground to admit defeat on the spot. He was extremely eager to pry open Han Mo's head and see what was inside, but even if he saw it, he felt that his IQ alone would not be able to understand Han Mo's thoughts. , The thinking of a first-rank general is far beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

Han Mo hugged Du Feishuang intimately and kissed him for a while, then bit his lips reluctantly: "There are so many things to do today, I don't have time to go online again."

"Come on with your work." Du Feishuang said.

Han Mo raised his hand to touch the thousand-year-old agarwood hairpin on Du Feishuang's bun, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Finally, you don't need the hairpin when you change your mask."

Du Feishuang murmured in his heart that since the vest of the Thousand Faces NPC fell off in a mess, he no longer took the wooden hairpin to change his mask.The hairpin is the first gift that the swordsman gave to the musician from his hard-earned gold, although it is undeniable that the wooden hairpin looks the same as the chopsticks.

Today, Han Mo's carpentry level is higher, and the handcraft has been upgraded several grades. The general has never lacked gold in his pocket. Even if it is gone this month, at the beginning of next month, the system will pay the general a large amount of living expenses on time , They can completely remake a better wooden hairpin, but Kedu Feishuang thinks that this fragrant wooden hairpin like chopsticks is actually quite good.

Habit has become natural, he guessed that he was hopeless.

After parting for a year, when he put on the mask of a musician with hesitation, he had expectations in his heart, but more worries, one year is enough for things to change.He didn't know if Jianxia was still playing the game, and if he was, then whether Jianxia had a good time in the game, and whether he would remember an unpleasant mute musician.Even if the other party remembers everything, has the original emotion lost its initial palpitations during the long wait.

Meeting Jianxia again, the musician was very nervous.When the other party shouted his name and hugged him happily, he anxiously took off the coarse cloth covering the other party's face.

Shit, it's shockingly ugly.

A year has passed, and I am actually reluctant to buy a Yi Rong Dan to change this ugly face.

The reason for not changing his appearance is very important to Jianxia. He wholeheartedly expects that when the musician returns, he will be familiar with him and everything related to him, without any sense of distance, and shorten the one-year separation to zero.

Han Mo lowered his head, breathing on Du Feishuang's cheek: "Kiss for another minute."

"Aren't you very busy today? Still not going out?" Du Feishuang asked with a helpless smile.

"Just one more minute." Han Mo said softly, while sealing Du Feishuang's lips, savoring the scent of his lover as a souvenir.

Huangfu Mo went offline, and dreamed that he would go offline with him. Taking advantage of the lack of company meetings, he spared time to stay at home and revise the script.During the meal, grandpa saw him smiling, and asked tentatively, "Little grandson, did you pick up the money today? You are smiling so happily."

"Yes, I picked up a lot of them, and I can't use them all up." Mengmeng said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, grandpa and grandma looked at each other and smiled, and the little boy's gloomy mood swept away, which obviously meant that his love life had returned to calm, and there were no major problems for the time being. In this case, they were a little relieved.

After eating, he dreamed that he immediately ran back to the bedroom and locked himself in the room. He was planning to continue revising the script when he unconsciously raised his eyes and saw the poster hanging on the wall. The powerful magic power made him unable to look away.

I couldn't move my eyes, but fortunately, I could still protest stubbornly in my heart.

A beast, a beast in disguise, a beast that ripped off his pants and did all kinds of shameful things.

After Huangfu Mo became famous, the outside world has not seen scandals for a long time, which only shows that outsiders cannot get in touch with the real Huangfu Mo.This person treats him this way and that in the game, he can't wait to squeeze him dry, no, he won't stop until he is viciously squeezed dry.

He looked at the XO instructional film lying alone in the delivery box, and at the lubricant and three condoms.

Meng Meng pondered for a while, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he moved his fingers.Before modifying "Jianghu Wushuang", he planned to have some delicious follow-up.

For this reason, one of the protagonists in the story of "No Frost in the Rivers and Lakes", the female musician turned back into a male musician, and an unusual route began.

Meng Meng rubbed his hands excitedly, he opened the memory chip, and wrote a small tail at the beginning of the first episode.This little tail is not disclosed to the public, let alone Huangfu ignore it, this is the version of "Jianghu Wushuang" that only belongs to dreams.

According to Huangfu Mo's desire to have sex, the dream adds a passionate scene to the story of the musician and the swordsman. It is hot and fragrant, but it is not the scene Huangfu Mo imagined.

The musician and the swordsman live happily together. If there is happiness, then there must be sexual happiness. Therefore, the musician and the swordsman are naked and ready to go. At the critical moment, the musician throws the swordsman down.

Yes, the musician threw down the swordsman, the musician was on top, and the swordsman was on the bottom.

This is entirely the mental version of the dream.

Dreaming of remembering the painful history of the brutal and inhuman newlywed XXOO, turning grief and indignation into strength, this time, in the small theater in the dream, the musician turned around and powerfully suppressed the swordsman again and again, sometimes ferociously, sometimes tenderly, making The swordsman couldn't stop.The musician was extremely proud, and the swordsman with little chrysanthemum huddled pitifully at the foot of the bed sobbing, begging the musician not to continue.

However, the musician didn't stop there, he still forcibly pressed the swordsman under his body, loving each other over and over again, the top swordsman's internal organs were overwhelmed, he clearly wanted to say no, but he grabbed the musician's shoulder and begged for more.Looking at the seductive posture of the beautiful lady Lihua with rain, the musician was so excited that he roared and turned into a beast. Knowing that Jianxia's little chrysanthemum was red and swollen, the musician still refused to stop and buried it deeply until Jianxia fainted weakly .

From then on, the musician and the swordsman lived a happy sexual life like a fairy couple, spending their whole lives together.

Dreaming that the more he wrote, the faster he wrote, the more he wrote, the more proud he was. He stared at the screen and laughed.Huangfu Mo bullied him in the game, so it wouldn't be too much for him to take revenge in the script.

Anyway, this script is only known by heaven and earth, and the computer knows dreams and knows it.Huangfu Mo has a normal script for the performance, and dreams of having an exclusive full version of the script of passion.

what a wonderful world

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Outside the bedroom, grandma heard the eerie laughter in the house, and couldn't help worrying: "Did the little grandson get stimulated by something, should we go in and take a look?"

Grandpa stroked his beard and shook his head indifferently: "It's okay, it's completely a normal state of excitement."

Dreaming that he didn't know what the people outside the house were discussing at the moment, he breathed a long sigh of relief, carefully saved the script, made a backup copy and kept it separately, and when he was in a difficult mood, he would take it out and enjoy it alone.

He switched back to the normal version and focused on revising the script.

Recently, he should be busy at work, and the company still has a lot of things to do. He should work hard occasionally, set an example, and show a little bit of what a planning team leader should do.

In his spare time, he carefully revised the script of "Wu Shuang in Jianghu" until he was satisfied, and then handed it over to Zhao Qixin. Of course, he didn't mind his boyfriend and heroine Huangfu Mo sneaking a sneak peek in advance. He expected Huangfu Mo to show a disappointed expression. The protagonist only has the role of holding hands.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it’s time for family dinners. I dreamed that I contacted Huangfu Mo early, dreamed that my parents’ precious reunion actually went to the cinema to watch a love movie, and they repeatedly promised and promised that they would arrive at the dinner place on time and never be late. .

Grandpa said that it was a bit of a problem not to be late, and grandma agreed with grandpa's idea.

According to the agreed time, Huangfu Mo arrived at the underground parking lot on time. He was wearing a light-colored shirt with pinstripes and a pair of light blue trousers. As always, he wore sunglasses to cover a small part of his face.

He stopped the car, immediately lowered the window, and greeted his grandparents happily. He dreamed that he was walking in the front, and he opened the door of the back row to make it easier for his grandparents to get in the car. He unexpectedly found that there was a person sitting in the back row.

This person looks quite familiar, dreaming of staring at him desperately, staring at him.Dreaming of wiping sweat, such a description, who else could it be but Huangfu Yi, dreaming of a family dinner at home, what is Huangfu Yi doing here.

Could it be that Huangfu Mo brought a cheat when he went out?

Dreaming of silently drawing circles, this question...

"He hitched a ride. He made an appointment with a game netizen, and the meeting place happened to be the same as ours." Huangfu Mo explained calmly.

Mengmeng froze for a second, nodded in understanding, and opened the door to let his grandparents get in the car.

The next moment, dreaming of a mouthful of blood, Huangfu Yi saw the two old people immediately put on extremely bright, non-toxic and harmless smiling faces, shouting sweetly, opening and closing their mouths, grandpa and grandma shouting joyfully, he moved to the side very consciously, for the sake of The old man made more room.

dream:"……"

It was only now that he suddenly realized that the Huangfu family was an authentic family of thousands-faced NPCs, who changed faces even faster than him. Such a speed is really amazing, endless admiration, and nowhere to complain.

Dreaming of sitting in the passenger seat and fastening the seat belt.

Forget it, he is a qualified NPC, not as knowledgeable as a bastard.After stabilizing my emotions, I dreamed and recalled the beautiful lines of the musician pressing the swordsman, and my mood suddenly brightened.

The car drove out of the underground parking lot.

The silver-blue sports car drove forward and disappeared at the end of the road.

Many things have passed, many things have yet to come, bright

The world illuminated by the sun is bright. I dream and believe that meeting Huangfu Mo with his family is just the beginning. In the future, they still have a longer way to go and more difficulties to face.

Maybe it's flat and fast, maybe it's full of thorns and it's hard to walk.

Looking at everything, I dreamed that the most important thing right now is...

He calmly put his hand on Huangfu Mo's thigh, touching it intentionally or unintentionally. Huangfu Mo was in the manual driving state, holding the steering wheel with both hands honestly, not flirting at this moment, waiting for when.

Raising a wicked smile, dreaming of walking along Huangfu Mo's thigh.

Huangfu Mo didn't show any strong reaction to this while driving. When he slowed down, he took a look at Mengmeng, and the smile on his lips was fleeting.

Dreaming that he was extremely worried, he suddenly couldn't understand Huangfu Mo's smile, and the emotion in his eyes reached a strange level.

There is still a long way to go, and in the future, I will grab a lot of time, whoever teases who, who laughs smugly, God knows.

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The author has something to say: this is the end of the main text, and then there will be extra episodes XDDD