Wang Fugui's Counterattack

1.

Our world is a small world under the Changpei forum. There is no plot in this world. The idea of ​​Yan Qiuchi and I is the plot. I think this is probably the system’s compensation for Yan Qiuchi.

I heard people say that Bai Lianhua is still playing tricks, and I heard people say that the author of our original bloody world has been skinned, but this is none of my business, I am just a sucker.

In the scorching summer, I turned on the air conditioner, held a watermelon in my arms, and leaned against Yan Qiuchi to watch Detective Conan.

"there is only one truth--"

"The guy with the brown hair."

I covered Yan Qiuchi's mouth, "You will die if you don't spoil it?"

Yan Qiuchi blinked, staring at me with dark eyes, suddenly, his wet, hot and slippery tongue brushed against my palm, a wave of heat crept up on my face, faintly hot, so I quickly withdrew my hand and glared at him.

He didn't care about my non-aggressive stare, and licked the corners of his mouth, but his hands held me tighter. I suddenly felt cold on my buttocks. Sure enough, my pants were taken off at some point, revealing I scratched half a round buttocks, I clutched my buttocks and yelled: "I don't want it, I just did it yesterday, let me go, I don't want it!"

"Aren't you okay?" Yan Qiuchi rolled his slippery tongue around my ear, and the sound of tsk-tsk water was amplified several times and rang in my ears. I was licked until my whole body went limp, "I can't!"

"you can."

"Damn it, let me go, you beast! Help!"

In the end, being violently suppressed, I was left with only the voice of um, huh, huh, huh, huh. I looked at Yan Qiuchi who was working hard on me, and suddenly remembered the most disappointing words I saw on Weibo when I was in doi.

I stopped moaning, Yan Qiuchi stopped, frowned, clamped my chin, "wandering?"

I yelled, "You've got a lot of energy, my brother! Why don't you hurry up!"

Yan Qiuchi: "..."

"Ahhh I was wrong, don't spank my ass! Stop spanking! Yan Qiuchi! Damn you! Scumbag!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh..."

"Easy...well, lightly..."

2.

Summer always goes by very fast.

Yan Qiuchi didn't want to be my canary, but insisted on earning money by himself and working hard to move bricks, so in the snowy winter, Yan Qiuchi went out to work, which led to the empty, lonely and cold situation where I was alone at home.

In fact, there is heating in the house, but it is not cold, but it is very empty and lonely.I was wearing shorts and short-sleeved pajamas lying on the sofa playing games with people. The characters in the phone ran around, cracking the motor, and suddenly the heart of the villain in the game was beating wildly. My heart tightened and I directed the villain to run away. Just saw the eerie skin of the regulator.

Turn the corner and meet love.

I was stunned by the hammer and sat on the rocket chair of love.

happy.

No teammates came to my rescue.

So happy.

I sighed, as expected, I am still not suitable for playing games, I always feel that my bugs are not completely fixed, otherwise why am I still so unlucky?

Can anyone be more unlucky than me?

Survivors ten times, encounter love at the corner nine times.

Ten times he ate chicken, and nine times he was shot to death as soon as he landed.

Thirty consecutive draws, thirty r.

You say, is this plausible?

The protagonist only has this lucky value, does this world deserve to be called a perfect world?

Suddenly there was a sound at the door, I turned my head and saw Yan Qiuchi coming in from the door, there was still unmelted snow on his coat, his mature and gentle face was pale from the cold, he opened the umbrella to the entrance, Hearing the screams coming from my mobile phone, I smiled: "Dead again?"

I pouted: "They won't save me!"

Yan Qiuchi took off his coat and walked towards me, "Okay, stop playing, what are you having for lunch?"

I looked at the takeaway bag on the table, "KFC."

"Don't eat this in the future."

"Oh."

"Go, go cook with me."

"Oh."

I hung on him and was carried into the kitchen by him.

Match.