Will you still love me if I'm constipated

He Yue's future is dark.

It's still the darkness where you can't see your fingers.

He Yue turned on the air conditioner in the room. In order to ensure the authenticity of the live broadcast just now, he said the air conditioner was not turned on or not. Now the cool breeze blows, making him shiver.

This is the time to buy a pillow.

Ji Ling brand.

He Yue took a shower and changed into pajamas. Since he didn't exercise at night, he lay on the bed tossing and turning.

The phone screen was turned on and off, but no one called him.

Oh, by the way, He Yue remembered that he didn't tell Ji Ling his mobile phone number at all, he only told his assistant this mobile phone number.

Go to sleep.

He put the phone under the pillow and closed his eyes.

After a long time, he was like a ship sinking into the deep sea, his body kept falling, as if there was no end, the cold sea water wrapped him, and the sense of suffocation and despair made him breathless.

Suddenly, one part of his body suddenly warmed up, he let out a long breath, and the sea water disappeared.

He jumped into the warm lake water.

It was the coolness of entering the water in midsummer that kept him falling into a deep sleep.

When he woke up the next day, He Yue's hand was firmly grasped.

He Yue... Before He Yue could be moved, he almost vomited.

Damn, the smell of this wine is too strong.

He Yue got up, pulled out his hand, Ji Ling's eyelids moved, opened a crack in a daze, and said in a muffled voice, "What are you doing?"

"Cover you with a towel."

"Oh."

Ji Ling made a dull monotone, coughed a few times, and fell asleep again.

He Yue touched the mobile phone under the pillow, but he couldn't find it. When he looked for it, the mobile phone ran to the bedside table at some point.

He glanced at the remote control next to the phone, and found that the air conditioner had been turned off long ago, and the indoor temperature was 30 degrees.

No wonder he was woken up by the heat.

He Yue fetched a basin of hot water for Ji Ling from the kitchen, moistened it with a towel, and wiped Ji Ling's body.

Ji Ling was sweating all over, if it wasn't for the fact that Ji Ling was his benefactor, He Yue would have kicked him down a long time ago.

Ji Ling woke up two hours later.

He glanced at Liuliu's body, ran to the bathroom, wrapped himself in a towel, and opened the door. He Yue was reciting his lines on the sofa. When he saw him come out, he put down the script in his hand.

He Yue has a lot to ask Ji Ling.

Like how did you get the lipstick on your shirt.

Like what did you do last night.

Like why your phone is turned off.

However, he understood that he had no position to ask.

His lips moved and he asked, "Are you hungry?"

Ji Ling: "... I'm hungry."

Ji Ling thought that He Yue would "grab a man's stomach first before grabbing his heart" and cook him a full banquet, but the facts told him that he had a good idea.

He Yue ordered takeaway.

Even with the full discount.

I also picked for a long time, and finally chose the one with the lowest shipping cost.

Ji Ling felt that he was worthless.

He Yue ordered takeaway and picked up the script again.

Like a wilted cabbage, Ji Ling said, "Don't you see me now and don't have any ideas?"

He Yue asked, "I have an idea."

"Oh?"

"I want to exchange lower bodies with you."

He Yue is jealous.Is this why he can't be attacked? ? ? ?

Ji Ling:? ? ?

He Yue stopped joking with him, and said, "I have to have ideas, but I have to have no ideas."

Ji Ling said, "Why do you suddenly..."

He Yue knew that he wanted to ask him why he had a stomachache, so he moved his butt uncomfortably and said, "I don't know."

Ji Ling said: "Are you catching a cold? Tell you not to turn on the air conditioner so low at night. Yesterday I saw that the indoor temperature was 6 degrees on the remote control... You wrapped yourself tightly in the quilt like a maggot. It’s not that I turned off the air conditioner and you still don’t let it go.”

He Yue: Do you just use this word to describe popular idols in the entertainment industry?

Even if he is a maggot, he is also the most handsome maggot.

Ji Ling patted his thigh, opened his arms towards He Yue, and said, "Come on baby, come into Dad's arms."

He Yue said: "Our country has a complete set of Xian laws."

Ji Ling: "..."

He Yue walked over and sat down on his lap, Ji Ling put his arms around his waist, put one hand on He Yue's stomach, and gently rubbed it.

He Yue felt a burst of warmth coming from his lower abdomen, recalling the inexplicable temperature on his body last night, and said, "Did you help me warm my stomach last night?"

Ji Ling interrupted him and looked up at the sky: "A man does something and doesn't..."

Can you stop talking about warming his stomach so refreshingly?

He Yue didn't speak.

Ji Ling continued to rub him: "How is your new life assistant? Is he ugly?"

How can anyone directly ask if someone is ugly?He Yue didn't remember Happy's appearance at all, and said, "Average."

Satisfied with his answer, Ji Ling changed the subject and said, "Well... your live broadcast last night..."

He Yue pursed his lips and stared at him: "Doesn't my singing sound good?"

"..."

In fact, Ji Ling didn't watch the live broadcast at all.

He only saw the screenshot of He Yue's live broadcast on the trending search three hours after He Yue's live broadcast.

At that time, Ji Ling was attending a wine party and was completely having fun. After the noise was over, someone dropped his phone on the ground and broke it.

The recording of He Yue's live broadcast was still in his daze, and his drinking buddies saw it and clicked it for him to watch.

Ji Ling hasn't seen He Yue do this for a long time.

The old man in his 20s still pretends to be young and wears the house clothes of the boy next door.

The clavicle is beautiful and the skin is fair, but what is the use?

The technique of playing the guitar was all wrong, only the sound was played, and the others were wrong.

The song he sang couldn't be heard because he lowered his voice, but he knew it was all out of tune as soon as he heard it.

Fortunately, he didn't sign a singer's contract with He Yue at the beginning, otherwise he would have lost all his money.

Ji Ling opened his eyes and said, "The collarbone sings really well."

He Yue: "..."

Ji Ling didn't hear what He Yue wanted to express at all.

He Yue pressed Ji Ling's increasingly restless hand on his lower abdomen, and said, "If you want to rub your belly, rub it well, I..."

I'm very comfortable.

"Puff puff……"

So comfortable that I accidentally lifted the seal on the prehistoric power in my stomach.

The air suddenly solidified.

He Yue immediately got up and ran into the house, and was grabbed by Ji Ling and pressed on his lap. He Yue struggled: "Let me go! Ji Ling, are you sick!"

Ji Ling hugged him and said, "Isn't it just thunder? Who hasn't? Why are you running?"

He Yue blushed so much that he was about to bleed, and yelled at him: "You don't understand!"

"I don't know anything! Why don't you just fart! Which adult has never farted! This is a normal physiological phenomenon, why do you reject it!"

"Can you fucking stop saying that word! You said it so easily that you were in front of me..."

Even when He Yue was extremely ashamed and angry, he didn't pull down his face and say the word "fart".

He Yue couldn't escape, so he hugged Ji Ling and wrapped his arms around his neck tightly, preventing Ji Ling from seeing his face, and roared louder than Ji Ling.

Ji Ling patted his head and said, "How about I try?"

He Yue:? ? ?

what to try?Is it the kind of try he wants?

Ji Ling said: "It's all right, how about a saying? Loud farts don't stink. Farts don't make loud noises. You're so loud, it doesn't stink."

"Is this... is this a matter of taste?"

"Are you still worried about your face here?"

He Yue was so ashamed that he cried, and wiped his tears while shouting: "That's right! That's right! I just want to save face!"

The author has something to say: This chapter sweetens me to death! ! ! !Thanks to the landmines of 27140689 Angelica dahurica!I promise this is the last sand sculpture. After all, it is really not good to write too much about some things.The truth is really nice to hear! ! ! !My cute cp must get married! ! !