Is the little brother sleeping powder?

Mao Rong packed Yu Shucheng and the clothes on the ground and threw them out the door.

After a while, he opened the door again, turned out his underwear mixed in the pile of clothes with a blushing face, and slammed the door hard.

It's not that Yu Shucheng can't screw him, how much strength can the little omega have?Just looking at Mao Rong's embarrassment like that, I thought it would be good to give him some time to slow down.

He put on his coat and sat down at the door, reminiscing about the scene just now, lamenting that it was a bit tiring to unlock so many poses for the first time.

What's more, he was still running a fever. He was in a state of excitement just now, and the uncomfortable feeling was diluted by the desire to die. Now that he calmed down, the feeling of dizziness and discomfort appeared.

Yu Shucheng tilted his head against the door, and took out his mobile phone to send text messages.

Mao Rong in the room took a shower first, and then put on the eye mask, his eyes were swollen from crying, and there will be a live broadcast tomorrow.

After putting it on, I massaged the eye area in front of the mirror, and my ears involuntarily pricked up to listen to the movement at the door.

It's been so long, should we go?

At this time, the phone rang, and Mao Rong picked it up and saw that there were two text messages from the unlucky child. The first one was "Little cat, open the door obediently", and the new one was "Are you asleep? Good night".

Mao Rong tiptoed to the door and looked out through the cat's eye. It was pitch black outside and he couldn't see anything.

Appears to be gone.

Mao Rong dried his hair and lay down to rest. The smell of alpha still lingered in the room. He buried his red face in the quilt, leaving only his eyes and nose outside. The nostrils fluttered regularly with his breathing, and he closed his eyes. Slowly fall asleep.

In the morning, I was woken up by Aunt Zhang's loud voice and earth-shattering knock on the door.

"Xiao Mao, it's terrible, are you at home, come and open the door, Xiao Mao!"

Mao Rong rubbed his head and let it out, opened the door in a daze, plopped, and fell on his back by his feet.

"This is your boyfriend, isn't it? Oh, why do you lock people up outside overnight? It's normal for young couples to quarrel. It's okay to lock them up for an hour or two. Who can survive the night? It's still so cold, what if something goes wrong? ..."

Aunt Zhang chattered non-stop, but Mao Rong didn't listen at all. She was surprised when she saw the "corpse" on the ground, and then quickly squatted down and pinched his nose, still angry.

The two hurriedly carried Yu Shucheng, who was feverish and comatose, into the house. Before Aunt Zhang left, she did not forget to persuade Mao Rong: "It's enough to teach my husband what you mean, don't be serious. In the end, it's your own love."

Distressed ass!Mao Rong thought angrily, this guy just did it to himself!

He washed a wet towel and put it on his forehead, soaked a cup of antipyretic powder and fed it to his mouth. Yu Shucheng didn't have a fever, and he knew how to swallow. After drinking half a cup, he murmured that it was bitter, and he refused to drink it with his mouth closed. , Mao Rong couldn't help it, patting and coaxing like taking care of a child, it took a long time to feed the remaining half cup.

Alpha has a good physique and strong self-healing ability. After an hour, the temperature dropped. Mao Rong was so tired that his chest and back were sweating. Before Yu Shucheng woke up, he flicked his forehead with his fingers as if to vent his anger, and went to the bathroom to take a shower angrily. .

The place on the chest where Yu Shucheng bit and bitten was still swollen overnight, and it hurt so much when he rubbed it on when he put on clothes. , Yu Shucheng groaned in his sleep, but still didn't open his eyes.

It seemed that this guy wouldn't be able to wake up for a while, so Mao Rong tidied up his appearance, closed the door, and prepared to start the live broadcast.

Generally, live broadcasts are held in the afternoon or evening, but today is Sunday, so there should be a lot of people surfing the Internet at this time.Hualian Maomao has not broadcast live since the end of last year. The preview was sent out, and immediately got a lot of comments and responses.

Mao Rong started to prepare things, and he didn't know when the next wave of passion would come, so hurry up while he is in good health now.

The content of this live broadcast was prepared when I was at home during the Chinese New Year. Regarding the use of lipstick to modify the lip shape and the lipstick color suitable for different skin colors and makeup, dozens of lipsticks are lined up on the table, most of which are provided by Huang Na. Rong didn't have a deep research on brands and color numbers, so she not only took several pages of notes, but also labeled the lipsticks one by one.

Adjust the camera and start the live broadcast.

Mao Rong took this matter as seriously as a job, and almost responded to the questions and requests of the barrage.Half an hour into the live broadcast, a netizen who often smashed presents asked people with small mouths how to make their lips more plump. Mao Rong did not hesitate to use himself as an example, from drawing lip lines to filling in different colors to distinguish layers, facing the camera While speaking, he demonstrates step by step, pouting his lips for a while, pursing his lips for a while, very carefully.

I was so careful that I didn't notice the sudden change in the barrage style.

"Is there anyone in the host's house?"

"Someone came in"

"Oh my god, I was shocked. Fortunately, it was daytime!"

"Is this a special program?"

"Live ghost story???"

"I was so scared that I quit and took a look at the house number"

"Cat, cat, turn around!!!"

Mao Rong was sitting, and the camera was facing his upper body, so the faces of the people who came in could not be captured.The audience could only see the door open, and a man in black came in and stood behind Mao Rong.

Mao Rong was still giving lectures with all his heart: "Everyone is optimistic. If you want to create the effect of lip-biting makeup, you must choose a darker color for the inner layer than the outer layer. If you have a small mouth, you can use a lip liner to outline the lips. Make it more three-dimensional..." He bit his lower lip at the camera, and tilted his head with a satisfied smile, "Actually, a small mouth can be very sexy, right?"

"Yes." A deep voice sounded beside him.

Mao Rong suddenly turned her head, and suddenly met a pair of deep and charming peach blossom eyes.

The audience in the live broadcast room were collectively stunned, watching Mao Rong stand up, and then two invisible people above the neck pushed back and forth, tossing from the camera to the outside.It seems inaccurate to say that it was a fight. The anchor kept saying "get out", while the man in black said "I won't if I don't".

Everyone touched their chins and thought, oh, flirting.

The barrage in the live broadcast room went up, and countless divers were blown out.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, I'm going to call the police!"

"It's illegal to declare prostitution in the daytime... Cough, please continue!"

"Maomao has a date and doesn't tell me."

"Mom, this is not the car to go to kindergarten..."

"The man in black has such a good figure, swallow your saliva"

"Cats are so tempting to swallow"

"Aren't you ashamed to be full of yellow waste in front of you... Hey, wait for me!"

"Just went to WC, did you record the screen, everyone?"

"Is the scale of the live broadcast so large now?"

"Shh, everyone calm down, don't scare them"

"Please let them play well"

The two of them didn't know what was going on here.

Yu Shucheng woke up and found that he was lying on the sofa where the two had a spring night yesterday, covered with a blanket with the sweet smell of Maorong, thinking that he had softened his heart so he let him in, he was so happy that he couldn't help but open the door and come in. This grinding little omega had a good time making out.

Mao Rong didn't know that this guy would wake up at this time, and desperately pushed the person out, the two of them managed to get out of the room, and the door closed with a "bang".

After several ten/eight/ban scenes played out in the minds of the crowd watching in the live broadcast room, Mao Rong finally entered the room again and sat in front of the camera, too embarrassed to look at himself in the mirror or look at the barrage , Pretend to be calm and said: "I'm sorry, there was a visitor just now. Let's connect next."

The one who went to the mic was a girl, an old fan of Hua Hua Mao Mao, who couldn't help gossiping when she came up, "Who was that just now? The object of Mao Mao?"

Mao Rong replied solemnly: "No, he is my younger brother."

Everyone: "..."

Mao Rong continued to be stern: "The live broadcast only answers questions about makeup."

The girl on the mic faltered: "Maomao, that... yours..."

Mao Rong didn't understand, so: "What?"

"Your lips..."

Only then did Mao Rong face up to the camera as if waking up from a dream, only to see that the lipstick that had just been applied on his mouth was a mess, and it had touched the outside of his lips. You can see that you have been loved.

Reflexively, he squatted under the table and hid himself so that no one could see him. He covered his mouth and wanted to cry without tears. He didn't feel so intense when he was pressed and kissed just now...

Now I'm really ashamed to see people!

Mao Rong went out and beat Yu Shucheng like a sandbag again. After the beating, Yu Shucheng lay down straight, holding his chest and saying how uncomfortable it must be because of lung hemorrhage.The flamboyant acting made Mao Rong finally understand why this guy's roles in his four-year debut were all men with facial paralysis without exception.

Then Yu Shucheng lived in Mao Rong's house for two days on the grounds of recuperating from illness, and drove him away. He stood at the door and tried to repeat the old trick of the scene at the airport. Mao Rong had nothing to do with him.

It is impossible for a lonely A and a widowed O to be in the same room, and O is still in estrus.Mao Rongdi couldn't even say the words to tell him to get lost when Yu Shucheng pressed him to fuck him many times.

Consciousness floated up and down in the sea of ​​desire, Mao Rong thought, it would be nice to have an alpha, when the tide of passion comes, let him touch it, not only does not feel uncomfortable, but also feels so comfortable that he is about to die, no wonder those omega are snatching it. To marry Alpha, among other things, he is willing to pay for the pay-per-use as far as his business ability is concerned.

At this moment, Mao Rong was sitting on Yu Shucheng's body and moving on his own, looking at Alpha lying there with wet eyes, resting his hands on his abdominal muscles for strength, standing up his buttocks and then sitting down, moaning intermittently in his mouth.

Yu Shucheng supported his waist with one hand, dragged his buttocks with the other, and pressed down Omega's flexible body in a falling movement. Mao Rong raised his head and let out a long, soft cry, and let out comfortably.

Afterwards, the exhausted Omega limply lay on Alpha's body, half-closed her eyes and whispered, "Why don't you leave, don't you have a job? Are you overwhelmed?"

Yu Shucheng put his hand on his waist and rubbed it lightly. Mao Rong is a typical omega with a strong outside and a dry middle.

"Yeah, I'm too angry, do you want to keep me?"

Mao Rong knew that he was joking, but he still couldn't help thinking that if Yu Shucheng wasn't so popular, busy, and liked by so many people, he would still be willing...to fall in love with him.

Even though he knew he couldn't make it to the end, he still wanted to work hard. Even if they separated in the future, it would be a good memory in his life.

Mao Rong was a little depressed, curled her lips and said, "I can't afford it, you work so well, you should find a better client."

Yu Shucheng squeezed his waist lightly: "Why, you want to turn your face and deny anyone after using it up?"

Mao Rong buried her face in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "You're such a good job, some people want to be fucked by you."

Yu Shucheng didn't understand his brain circuit, turned over and sat up: "Why should I fuck someone else?"

Mao Rong continued to be depressed: "There are so many people who like you, and there is no shortage of me. I just want a stable relationship...I...I...you go."

Yu Shucheng was about to laugh angrily at him, and turned his hairy head around, and when he saw his face, his smile froze immediately.

Mao Rong cried again.Although he cried several times a day, this time it was different from crying when he was angry, or crying comfortably during sex/love. The trembling tears on his eyelashes made Yu Shucheng's heart sore and painful.

He had seen Mao Rong crying countless times, so he simply smashed the can and didn't hide, and roared fiercely: "What are you looking at, you go, go quickly."

Yu Shucheng looked at it for a while, sighed softly, and wiped away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of his eyes with his thumb: "How do you know that I can't give you a stable relationship?"

Mao Rong blinked and looked at him too.

Yu Shucheng smiled wryly: "Don't ask anything, just speculate about me like this, I'm so wronged, brother Tom."

Hearing the long-lost address, Mao Rong blushed, twisting and trying to shrink back, but just as Yu Shucheng was about to continue talking, the cell phone by the bed rang.

Mao Rong's mother called, Mao Rong sniffled and held back tears, then signaled Yu Shucheng to be quiet and pressed the answer button.

"Rongrong, where is the house you rented on Xijiang Road?"

"Number 19, Mom, why are you asking this?"

"I'm in a taxi, and I'll be there soon. The unit is moving for a week, and I'm free, so I'll come to see you."

Mao Rong straightened up and sat up from the bed: "Why don't you say...beep..."

The incident was so sudden that Mao Rong was so nervous that he hiccupped, Yu Shucheng patted him on the back lightly to make him relax.

"What's there to say? Mom is living a life, isn't it your estrus period these days? Mom brought an old hen from her hometown and made soup for you to nourish your body."

"Thank... hiccup... thank you mom, where are you, mom, I'll go down... hiccup... pick you up." Mao Rong waved Yu Shucheng's hand away, and directed him to put on his clothes and go out with mouth movements.

Yu Shucheng didn't know what happened, he was driven out of bed inexplicably, dawdling and reluctantly began to put on his clothes.

"No, you stay at home, I'll be right there... Yes, it's here, please, master."

When Mao Rong heard the sound of her mother opening and closing the car door, she was so anxious that her forehead was sweating. Regardless of her sore waist and weak legs, she jumped out of bed and dragged Yu Shucheng, who was disheveled, to run outside.

Five minutes later, Mao Rong opened the door, rushed over to hug her mother who had come from afar, and said enthusiastically, "The capital welcomes you... hiccup... welcome!"