The glory of the king: the head belongs to you, you belong to me

Chapter 426
After the oolong incident at the hotel, Liu Yangyang no longer dared to stay at Chenfeng's house, because his face was dull after all.

He honestly went back to his home to sleep, but whether he was lying on the bed or the sofa, he felt uncomfortable all over his body.

Compared to Morrowind's home, his own was like a doghouse.

I made up my mind to clean the inside and outside. Two hours later, I was so tired that I slumped on the sofa motionless, rolled my eyes and looked around, and couldn't help but sigh, "I've cleaned it up, what's the difference from not cleaning it up?" Huh? It still looks messy."

I really miss the cleanliness and spotlessness of Chenfeng's home.

"It turns out that it's such a cool thing to live with someone who is obsessed with cleanliness." Liu Yangyang muttered, and couldn't help laughing, "I think the most unclean thing in his house should be me? Hahaha , Now that I don't live in the past, he should be very happy."

Holding the mobile phone, he wanted to chat with Chenfeng, but he didn't know how to speak.

Nothing to talk about.

So I scrolled through the circle of friends in every possible way.

Brushing made him yawn, very bored, looking at the time on the wall, it was just after nine o'clock in the evening.

"My God, why is this time so difficult?"

He held his mobile phone depressed, thinking about it, so he sent a circle of friends.

——It’s time for supper, do you have a companion to go with you?I treat you, you pay the bill!
A refresh, several comments.

Bai Qianyu: Oh!
Xiaojia:? ?

The only coach: eat less, you are getting fat.

Liu Yangyang sighed, deleted the circle of friends depressedly, and touched his lower abdomen, "Am I so fat? Really, I get hit every day."

I flicked my belly with my fingers, and the fat was indeed trembling.

He gritted his teeth, put the phone in front of him, and started to do plank support.

ten seconds.

20 seconds.

30 seconds.

It's almost unbearable.

hum!
The mobile phone in front of him received a message, seeing that his nickname was Chen Feng, his blood flowed faster immediately, and he had the motivation to persevere again.

Move your finger slowly, open the message and read it.

Chenfeng: Supper?
Typing is impossible. At this time, he was already sweating profusely, panting with his fingers pressing the voice, "I won't eat supper, I have important things to do now, you can eat by yourself."

Panting while talking.

It feels like being there.

After sending the voice, Liu Yangyang couldn't bear it any longer, so he took a short rest and prepared to do the second set.

Just as he stood up, Chenfeng's voice message came.

Liu Yangyang swiped to answer, and continued to support it with both hands.

"Liu Yangyang, what are you doing?" Chenfeng asked.

"Huh...I...doing...ah...huh...I'm exhausted..." Both feet were trembling, but thinking about the flesh on the stomach, they still managed to hold on.

"Why are you panting?" Chen Feng's voice was very displeased.

"Tired, brother, I'm about to...can't take it anymore...it's too uncomfortable...huh..."

At this time, Liu Yangyang's temples were dripping with sweat, and his hands and feet were shaking violently.

Chenfeng remained silent.

"Hurry up and talk to me, and divert my attention, so that I can last a little longer... Ah... Hurry up... I can't hold it anymore..." Liu Yangyang shouted in a distressed voice.

The veins on the neck burst, and the whole face was flushed.

"Liu Yangyang, you must be sick!" Chen Feng said and hung up the voice.

(End of this chapter)