My little puppy is sick

Chapter 29 My Dear Blue Friend 9
Song Heng covered his waist with a towel, walked forward with a constipated expression, and hung up the video call with a snap.

He squatted on the ground covering his head.

It's over, his innocence is at stake.

What Song Heng hopes most now is that the video call just now did not capture the places that should not be captured.

He hugged his head in shame, and was about to fall into deep depression when there was a knock on the door.

"Song Heng, how long will you have to wait, labor and capital have to go to the toilet!"

Song Heng raised his head and shouted "immediately", he got up, pulled up the towel, turned on the shower, and quickly finished the bath.

When he went out with the washbasin, he passed by a roommate who was about to go in, and the other roommate punched him on the shoulder with his fist.

"For so long, you don't know what to do in there, do you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, be careful and I will sue you for defamation!" Song Heng blushed and left angrily.

The buddy and the brother who was washing clothes on the balcony were left staring wide-eyed.

The brother who did the laundry said, "Who is he jealous of? It can't really be inside." He hesitated to speak.

"Who knows," the thick man who walked in carrying the washbasin put away the toiletries, stuck his head out, and smiled, "but this speed seems to be a bit fast."

"Do you dare to say this in front of Song Heng?"

"The labor and capital don't dare, don't say it, hey——I really don't dare."

"You still have 5 minutes, Moji, Moji!"

He was answered by the sound of the door slamming shut.

Song Heng came out, washed his clothes and brushed his teeth, and lay on the bed at ten o'clock on time.

At ten o'clock, turn off the lights on time.

The noisy dormitory was quiet, and everyone was lying on the bed.

As for whether there is a mobile phone in the bed, Song Heng has it anyway.

He turned on his phone and saw the message Qi Yan sent him.

Qi Yan: [The figure is really good]

Qi Yan: [I love it, love it.jpg]

Qi Yan: [I guess you came out and are now on the bed]

As soon as Yu Xianya hung up the phone with He Zhao, Qi Yan knew they had turned off the lights.

She couldn't help lamenting her sadness again in her heart, no one knew how many times she had had phone conversations with her little brother, and she had just added the other party's WeChat.

so poor.

However, she didn't believe that Yu Xianya had already seen her little brother's abdominal muscles, so Qi Yan immediately regained her composure.

Song Heng was lying on the bed with his head covered under the blanket, his face was a little stuffy.

He tapped on his phone.

Song Heng: [What did you just see? 】

Song Heng: [angry.jpg]

It seems that Song Heng was really angry this time, he usually doesn't post emojis, but this time.
Qi Yan: 【What do you think I saw】

Eight pack abs, suck and suck.

Qi Yan recalled the scene just now while typing, it can be described as endless aftertaste.

Song Heng clenched his fist under the quilt, and the fist became hard!

He pushed against the back of the teeth, typing viciously.

Song Heng: [Did you see something you shouldn't see! ! ! 】

Qi Yanguang could tell from the text that Song Heng was on the verge of exploding. She covered her mouth and smiled as she typed on the keyboard.

Qi Yan: [Does abdominal muscle count?I only saw the abdominal muscles, don’t be nervous]

Qi Yan: [cover mouth and laugh.jpg]

Song Heng breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and pressed his left hand, typing.

Song Heng: [That's good. 】

Song Heng: 【Why did you call me today? 】

Qi Yan: [Just want to see what you are doing]

Song Heng paused, and typed a few words: [See, you are satisfied. 】

Qi Yan: [very satisfied]

Qi Yan: [Abs look good, I like it very much]

(End of this chapter)