Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Zhou xingsang is very skilled in applying medicine, as if he had done it thousands of times.

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Lin Jinan lies on the bed, with the tablet given by Zhou xingsang in his hand, playing the single player game.

"Does Mr. Zhou play xiaoxiaole, too?" This game seems to be very incompatible with his temperament, and Lin Jinan is in trouble.

He was stuck for ten minutes, but still couldn't figure out how to crack it.

Zhou xingsang washed the fruit from the kitchen and carefully peeled off the peel and cut it into pieces.

He fed the young man a strawberry with a silver fork, and then ordered it on the screen with his mobile phone.

It's been a long time since the clearance of Jinan.

He looked at Zhou xingsang suspiciously, but was patted on his buttocks, "be honest, the medicine is still dry."

Lin Jinan was embarrassed. He remembered that he didn't wear pants.

Zhou xingsang's palm was not strong, but it echoed in the room.

Lin Jinan swallowed his mouth. He buried his face in the pillow and put it out in a stuffy voice. "Mr. Zhou, can you go out for a while? I'm a little embarrassed. "

Although the words are so said, but hide the face, but smile very rippling.

The system looked at himself as the host of a pig eating a tiger, and felt that he was playing with fire.

Zhou xingsang is not an ordinary person. He is a lunatic who breaks through the sky with force value.

A real disease Jiao, high-level program NPC.

Zhou xingsang is responsive to the youth's needs. He said a good word in a soft voice and left the room.

In closing the door, at that moment, his expression and temperament changed, as if there were two format holes.

There is a big difference between angels and demons.

Lin Jinan slowly raised his head, Zhou xingsang has been completely broken.

There are a lot of cameras hidden in the room, more than those in his home. Zhou xingsang seems to be early. Even if he had planned to have such a day, he prepared everything in advance.

Study, this room takes up a large area.

Zhou xingsang pulled off his necktie. The button was half undone. He went to the bookshelf and pulled out a thick book.

The door opened slowly, and there was a darkroom inside.

When I went in, there was no other color in my eyes except black. The front was covered with photos, all of them were a person.

The size and clarity of each photo are different. A photo can produce many pictures, and nearly half of them are repeated.

Zhou xingsang is obsessed with looking at the young man's face. He turns on the computer connected to the monitoring, and the picture jumps to the bedroom.

The young man, as soft as a bun, was lying on his bed, using his things.

His swinging feet are delicate and beautiful. The belly of his toes is pink. On the instep of his feet, there are traces of his kisses.

The fragile ankle, only needs to slightly fold, then broke, can no longer run out, contact anyone except him.

A small vine stretched out and wrapped the man's wrist affectionately. The smile on Zhou xingsang's face did not reach the bottom of his eyes. He gazed greedily at the youth in the picture.

Hidden in the heart of the dark ideas, is constantly breeding, countless vines closed his package, he is about to breathe, only Lin Jinan can save him.