Goddess' Super Master

"What are you doing?" Lin Yanbai lowered his voice as much as possible.

Although Chen Yuyue had been awakened at the moment, Chen Yuyue was completely silent after waking up. He clearly recalled what happened yesterday. They drank too much wine.

At this time, Chen Yuyue could feel the softness of the two groups pressed on him, and the symmetrical breathing less than an inch away from him.

Although there was a slight smell of malt fermented beer in the light breath, most of them were women's natural body fragrance.

So Chen Yuyue didn't dare to open his eyes. He was afraid to disturb the two girls and destroy the present beauty.

Zhao Weitong watched Chen Yuyue so closely, at least quietly for more than ten seconds. However, Chen Yuyue looked like a calm and deep sleep. At this time, Zhao Weitong suddenly realized that she had returned to her mind. She seemed to want to understand something.

"Why did you two drink so much wine last night?" Lin Yanbai pointed to the surrounding wine bottles: "are you crazy?"

"Go back to the house." Zhao Weitong got up directly. She didn't deliberately lower her voice.

Lin Yanbai trembled with fear and hurriedly pulled Zhao Weitong into the house. He constantly blamed Zhao Weitong for being so bold that he didn't know how to control the volume.

However, Zhao Weitong knows very well that Chen Yuyue is absolutely impossible to be watched for more than ten seconds and still has no response. Even if he is completely asleep and is stared at by others, he will never feel anything.

If Lin Yanbai can wake up Zhao Weitong, it will certainly affect Chen Yuyue. Therefore, Chen Yuyue must have woke up and must know everything. He just pretends he hasn't woke up yet.

Since it was like this, Zhao Weitong didn't have to be careful and whisper.

"Sister Su Qing?" Zhao Weitong saw Su Qing as soon as he entered the house, which surprised her.

Su Qing's image on foreign screens, how many tough guys are the idols that people pursue and worship, but in China... There are very few, very few, poor. You can't count your hands by breaking your fingers.

But there are so many little guns that they can jump and have food on any platform.

The market determines what people who need to eat look like, and the market is made by those responsible for publicity. The artist packaging method of setting the skin white and beautiful on men is the real idea of brain disability.

Beauty is not only feminine, but also masculine.

In order to make money, we do everything we can to show that the media has no conscience and the entertainment industry has no conscience... Of course, it is no longer a secret that the entertainment industry has no conscience. There is no bottom line if we have to evade taxes if we make so much money?

Chinese people are forced to write online novels. They can't earn a few royalties. They have to pay high taxes on time every month.