You Boys Play Games Very Well

In the end, there were more and more talented men and women who opposed this marriage, so Ling Meng had to start a live broadcast on his mobile phone to calm the anger.

"This is the bedroom I grew up in. It's not bad, but it's a little smaller. That's my bed."

——Is the bed too small?

"No, anyway, I have been very thin since I was a child."

——I have been very popular since I was a child.

"Why don't you empty-eared people participate in I Love Compiling Lyrics?"

——Is the bed so small that it won't be crowded?

"Crowded? Why is it crowded?... Mangshen sleeps in my dad's study! The pillow is wet enough!"

"That's my computer over there. Mangshen used it to broadcast live recently." Ling Meng took a close-up of the desktop computer, "Look, there's really no camera, it's not like I didn't turn it on on purpose."

"Mangshen? Mangshen is eating mango next to you." Ling Meng turned the phone [-] degrees, and found that the fruit plate had bottomed out, and Shan Zhu didn't even let go of the mango juice splashed on his fingertips, "...you Leave some for me."

——Don’t be angry, there’s a bigger one over there.

——Mangshen: My entire mango is yours, is that enough?

——It was the first time for a new fan to see the real face of the anchor, and they were so excited that they rubbed their hands together.

——The anchor is too handsome to turn on the camera, so I reported it.

"I wanted to buy one, but it doesn't have much money anyway," Shan Zhu said while shaking his fingers, "but Mengmeng said no."

Ling Meng: ...

"I mean they'll see you in my house, no."

——No camera, probably a conspiracy.

——There is lemon essence at home, but it doesn’t work even if you look at it.

"And can you stop licking your fingers, it looks really erotic."

"I'm a porn anchor, so I'm not afraid at all." Shan Zhu wiped his hands with a tissue, "Shouldn't it be you who are alone in the room with the porn anchor?"

Ling Meng blushed a little, but luckily the phone was not aimed at him: "What nonsense are you talking about, we, in this situation, can we be called alone in a room? Apart from you and me, there are millions of enthusiastic people in this room." Water friend?"

--Shock!One bedroom can accommodate 100 million people!

——Mengmeng's bedroom—it's really pretty.

——Who the hell stepped on my foot?Can the friend on the bed make room for me?

——Friends on the bed, please be more conscious and return the stage to the protagonist. Thank you.

——Million Water Friends: Excuse me!

"Hey, by the way, I'll show you my certificate of merit."

A small half of the wall in his bedroom is pasted with certificates, and there are several medals hanging on the side: "These are all from the sixth-year sports meeting of my middle school. This is the first time I participated in a long-distance running competition in the first year of junior high school. I won No. Some are number one..."

He introduced them to everyone one by one: "And this one, the district sports meeting long-distance running championship trophy, isn't it amazing? When it was given to me, I thought it was pure gold."

- Amazing my dad!

——I washed my hands, can I touch your dick?

——I washed JB clean, can I touch your hand?

——long-distance running champion?you?Don't be funny, just your thin arms and legs.

——The elementary school sports meeting that Mengmeng Middle School participated in, the referee couldn't tell anyway.

"It's true! I was thinner since I was a child, and I looked like I was easily bullied. The teacher said I'd better do some exercise, so I practiced long-distance running...

"...you can't beat others in long-distance running, but you can run away!

"...It's not short and thin, it's just thin! I've already said that I'm not short here!"

Seeing that most people questioned, Ling Meng urgently asked the audience outside the venue for help.

"If you don't believe me, ask God Mang, am I good at running?"

"Yes," Shan Zhu echoed seriously, "the kind that glows when you run."

——Kinetic, kinetic energy power generation?

——Attention, this lemon is coated with fluorescent agent.

——Draw the key point: the source of the glowing stalk.

——The class representative has a good memory!I'm going to check that Weibo...

"Which one is the one that shines?" Ling Meng also remembered the "confession" Weibo, "You can't be that time...?"

Want to see me?

Shan Zhu understood well: "No, before that."

"Which time was that?"

"When did you go shopping at the education supermarket?"

"...Fuck! I knew you were peeking upstairs!"

—What charades are these two playing?

——As if discussing their first time?

"Don't mess with the rhythm, where's the room manager?

"He was asking me, when did I choose the boy I love."

Ling Meng carefully recalled the shopping experience at that time: "I just looked up at that time."

"The first impression is pretty good-looking. I didn't expect Papa Ning to have such a painting style. It's a bit cute." Shan Zhu covered his mouth slightly, "There is a saying that starts with appearance..."

"shallow!"

"...Stuck in the value of the face, loyal to the value of the face."

"...Should I go to the next door and thank my mother for giving me this face?"

"No, it's better to let auntie think that I am attracted by your inner beauty."

"Of course, I'm also beautiful on the inside."

"Let's keep such words to deceive parents."

Ling Meng:? ? ?

——Wait, Mangshen, you don't want to add V to your chief Ning Chui?

——This is a man, once you get it, you won't cherish it.

——Mangshen has finished analyzing her mental journey, it's up to Mengmeng.

"What kind of mental journey?" Ling Meng said with a little distaste, "Does it start when the cat food is trapped in the climbing frame and loyal to the courtyard?"

—Excuse me?

——Look, I just said that this is a patriotic article!

——To God:? ?I can do this too?

"Are you suggesting that I paint your yard?"

"Just kidding, just kidding," Ling Meng quickly changed her words, "Let me think about it, um... It started with the takeaway and fell into accompanying the running and loyal to the beating, that's it."

——You can take a fight.

——The identification of true love is correct.

——To God:? ? ?I'm fine with that!

"I was joking too."

Ling Meng:?

"Actually, it's never your looks that attract me."

Ling Meng:? ? ?

"Stop! Don't say it!" Ling Meng paused, "I'll just pretend that everything you said before is true, except for the sentence that shines. How can people shine?"

Shan Zhu stretched out his hand towards him.

"What?"

"The heart-beating boy held hands successfully."

Ling Meng: =_,=

——Kiki Kiki, despicable despicable despicable~

——Sound engineer, I took the wrong record!

——I love you~you are my Romeo~

——I love you~you are my Liang Shanbo~

"Stop singing, NILI Mangshen will be broadcasting live, it won't be long enough to be a human at the end of the month!"