Bai Yueguang, he is two hundred catties

Kong Que wore a white wireless earphone in his left ear, and was lowering his head to wash the dishes. The thin water flowed through the palm of his hand, and his fingertips rubbed against the ceramic surface to make a crunching sound, which was crisp and pleasant.

Kong Que washed a dish for 15 minutes, but the director team didn't dare to rush, and only discussed it secretly in the WeChat group.

"What is the boss doing?"

"The boss washes the dishes and listens to music. This is definitely the boss' unique way of relaxing! The relaxation of the rich is so plain and boring."

"...The boss may be pretending to wash the dishes, but actually secretly playing with the water."

Kong Que is indeed a fan of washing dishes, but what is playing in his ears is not music, but Fang Man's voice.

"...I regret liking you, and the love you talk about now doesn't count as a fart."

"Is Kong Que's love forgotten?...Fang Man, I don't want to see you get hurt again!"

"Come on, you oily boy should just stay in the oil bottle and don't come near Kong Que."

The conversation between Fang Man and Zhao Nuohong came to an end. Fang Man’s footsteps came from the earphones. Fang Man's voice was heard.

"Mr. Que, can you still wash dishes?"

Kong Que smiled and said, "If you don't know how, I can teach you."

"It's mainly strange." Fang Man took out a paper towel and handed it to Kong Que to wipe his hands, "I thought that according to your personality, you would throw the bowl on the ground after eating, so that you don't have to wash the bowl, and it will still let you eat. House sweeping movement."

Kong Que thought about it seriously, and said, "Are you mocking me?"

Fang Man said, "Praise you."

Kong Que: It suddenly becomes fragrant.

Fang Man: "..."

A word of praise can turn into a walking wine bottle?

Fang Man said: "I'm lying to you, I'm obviously running on it? Haven't you seen the three points of coldness, three points of sneer and four points of indifference in my eyes?"

Kong Que kept smiling decently, with a look of indifference, but the slightest smell of blood escaped.

"Puchi...hahaha..." Fang Man has received professional training, so he usually doesn't laugh unless he can't help it.

Kong Que didn't know that Fang Man's nose became fragrant and stinky, which hit him with a smile. He took off his earphones and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Fang Man said: "Queer, why are you acting like a puffer fish hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha are you to a pufferfish."

Kong Que didn't like puffer fish. He thought puffer fish looked ugly, and he was not satisfied with what Fang Man said, so he stretched out his claws towards Fang Man.

With wet hands pinching the fleshy breast above, Fang Man backed away with an ouch, Kong Que leaned over and pinched his belly again.

"Hey, I was wrong, Mr. Que, hahahahaha almost got it, can you fucking show some face in public?"

Kong Que rubbed his soft and sticky flesh a few times, and got the miniature listening device he pinned on Fang Man's clothes. Finally, he stopped, smiled slightly, and left in satisfaction.

Tuliu Fangman stayed where he was, with the two wet handprints on his chest blowing his hair.

Fuck, I can't see anyone anymore.