The husband in the mobile phone is alive and swollen

Yemo finally opened his eyes after the delivery man from the restaurant delivered the food, got up amidst the loud cheers outside, and pushed the door open with a look of "too noisy".

When everyone heard the sound of the door opening, they all turned their heads to look at him, then turned their heads, and continued to fight as if they hadn't seen him.

Lin Xiaozhai: "Hey, I like this golden pork chop, save a piece for me! Give me a piece, too, Master Linyuan!"

Dream: "I don't like onions, take that soup away!"

Old cat: "Oh, I can eat all of them. But, give me some of that honey tomato!"

Lin He: "Hey, that plate of beef is mine! Don't move!"

Lin Yuan: "..."

Only Han Feiling stood up from the sofa and said to Yemo, "God, the takeaway has just arrived. Do you want to eat?"

Yemo glanced at him lightly, the dark circles under his eyes made him look a little depressed, "I'm going to brush my teeth."

Lin He, who was sitting on the sofa, heard the words and gave Han Feiling a push, "That's right. Peter Pan doesn't know what's going on in the bedroom yet, so you can take him there to have a look. Hurry up and eat after washing!"

Han Feiling looked confused, "What?"

Yemo walked past him, "Follow me."

For a few seconds, Han Feiling's mind turned, and he remembered that Lin He had said before that he would get him a bedroom so that he could sleep here when he worked overtime for the past two months.

So, he instinctively followed Yemo, walked out of the office with him, walked around the long corridor, and walked to the opposite room.

Han Feiling looked at the office behind him, and then at the sign with the words "Jiyingdao Studio" hanging on the door of the house in front of him, and found that the two houses on the opposite door of this floor were actually Lin Lin. gullies.

While he was in a daze, Yemo had already opened the combination lock on the door, entered the secret, and pushed the door away.He didn't care about the people behind and walked directly inside.

Han Feiling hurried in, closed the door, and followed Yemo closely.The two walked through the living room and into a bedroom on the right.

Then, Yemo walked into the bathroom without turning his eyes. He didn't even close the door. He stood by the toilet, unzipped his jeans, and began... to pee.

Standing at the door of the bathroom, Han Feiling lowered his head and glanced at a certain place of someone, first he had a look of "...", and the next second he jumped up, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Ye Mo, who was peeing by the toilet, turned his head and looked at him, "Shut up."

Han Feiling hurriedly covered his mouth, but his eyes were already full of shock.

"What's it called! I've never seen anyone pee!" Yemo just woke up, feeling a little irritable.

Han Feiling shook his head, thinking: "Who the hell is watching other men pee?! And I'm gay! Grabbing the grass, I'm about to get up."

After urinating, Ye Mo was still shaking, stuffed into his pants, zipped up, turned around and walked to the sink, opened the cabinet, grabbed a set of toiletries inside, squeezed toothpaste and started brushing his teeth.

After stuffing the toothbrush into his mouth, he raised his head and looked through the mirror at the man standing at the door of the bathroom. The man covered his face with his hands, but he could still see that his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were almost bloodshot.

Yemo sneered as he brushed his teeth, "I'm scared just looking at it? It's useless."

After he finished brushing his teeth, Han Feiling was still standing at the door, looking at the person in front of him stupidly.Yemo hung the towel on the shelf next to him, turned around, and walked up to Han Feiling.

When Han Feiling raised his head, he raised his arms, imprisoned him on the door frame, lowered his head, almost touching his lips.

Yemo smiled strangely and asked, "What's going on in your head?"

Han Feiling blushed, "It's so big."

"Isn't that a matter of course?"

"..."

"Do you feel it?"

"what?"

Before Han Feiling could react, the male god Yemo put his hand on his and rubbed it lightly.

"Hmm~" Han Feiling wanted to resist, but couldn't help but gasp.This time, there are even more people who want to die.

The man who was caressing him even pinched it, "It seems that the size is not small."

"Ahhhhhh!" Han Feiling suddenly pushed his chest hard, "Don't tease me!"

"Huh?" Yemo was still staring at him, "So what?"

"?????"

Yemo ignored the man's black face with question marks, and whispered, "This suite only has four bedrooms. Linyuan has a cleanliness habit and doesn't live here. Dream is a room for girls alone. Lin Xiaozhai and Laomao share a room, and Lin He occupies a room. I bought one, and only this room is left for me to live in occasionally. Lin He said that this room will be temporarily used for you to rest in the future."

Han Feiling: "..." Isn't this topic jumping a little fast?

Yemo withdrew his arms that were pressed against the door frame, put his hands in his pockets and walked out, "There are daily necessities in the cabinet, if you want to live there, you can take them yourself."

Then, he opened the door and walked out, heading for the office.

Han Feiling stood in a daze for a moment, washed his face in the bathroom, and then returned to the office opposite.

Lin He was sitting on the sofa eating steak, when he saw the two people who came in one after another, he looked up, then said "Hey", and asked Han Feiling: "Peter Pan, what's wrong with you? Your face is so red?"

Han Feiling unconsciously gathered his coat, thinking that fortunately he was wearing a big down jacket today, which completely covered his swollen place.

He pretended to be calm, and sat down on a plastic chair beside Lin He, "It's nothing, I feel a little hot."

Lin Xiaozhai was holding a golden steak, looked up at him, and silently said, "The outdoor temperature is 10° today."

"..." Han Feiling was afraid of being seen, so he raised his head and chest on purpose, "I'm just hot."

Lin Xiaozhai smiled, "It must be hot."

Han Feiling was about to say something else when he suddenly caught sight of Yemo holding chopsticks and looking at him with a smile on his face.The look clearly said, "Idiot."

Then, he didn't dare to say anything more, and just buried himself in his meal.

Even though Lin Xiaozhai was still saying "I think there is something wrong with you and husband Yemo!", he was determined not to raise his head again!

After eating, he was called into the office by Lin He, and finally got rid of Yemo's piercing eyes that seemed to be eating people.

Lin He talked about his plan with Han Feiling, and said that he hoped that he could find time in the evening to record a sound with Cheng Feng, mainly to promote new characters, and as a welcome gift for him, a new signing artist.

Han Feiling was actually somewhat resistant, because he didn't like to expose himself in Two-dimensional, even if it was just his voice.

But Lin He's purpose was to solve the problem, and he was too embarrassed to refuse, so he directly expressed his concerns.

Lin He smiled when he heard the words, "It's okay, I'll let Cheng Feng modify your voice for you, and try not to speak in your original voice."

"Don't speak in the original voice?" Han Feiling frowned, "But, I have never learned how to broadcast, so I can't hide my voice."

"It's quite simple, just try to use your chest to speak...it's okay, I'll let Yemo teach you later."

Han Feiling took a deep breath, "Don't!"

Lin He was puzzled, "No? Why not?"

"..." Han Feiling wanted to cry, but he thought to himself, "Because the male god is acting weird today! He still touches me. Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow,"

The author has something to say:

serving~

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Originally, after finishing this book, I wanted to write "Accidentally Broadcast Live Love"

Now I suddenly want to write a metaphysics.

The next book will be "Magic Stick and Magical Calculation", if you are interested, you can collect it.

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