Bai Yueguang, he is two hundred catties

On the way back, Wei Lai drove the car, and it didn't take long for him to open his mouth to speak: "Why did you run back just now?"

Kong Que didn't wake up after being knocked out by Fang Man. He leaned half of his body in his arms and fell asleep. Fang Man said, "Maybe he wants to save her."

Wei Lai let out a sigh, and said, "I can't see that the lack of beauty is still a man of temperament. Hey, this room of secrets is too aggrieved and miserable. The ending should let us beat Yi Sheng. One hundred Australian dollars, It's a boring game."

Fang Man said: "Isn't it?"

Chu Yin yawned.Seeing this, Wei Lai immediately lowered his voice, "Chu Yin, sleep for a while if you want to sleep."

Chu Yin was strong with tears in her eyes: "Don't sleep, I will go back to my room later."

Just now, Qian Tianyi finished hugging Kong Que's thigh at an unexpected speed, and seemed to have used up all the remaining battery, and fell asleep as soon as he got in the car.

Fang Man thought, Qian Tianyi obviously knew about Kong Que's particularity. If Qian Tianyi hadn't asked him to knock Kong Que out just now, Kong Que's strong suicide would pollute everyone present, and the consequences would be disastrous.

Fang Man carried Kong Que back to his room, and put him on the bed, feeling a little stuffy.

He felt that Kong Que was like a crumbling person on the edge of an abyss. He didn't know what was holding Kong Que up, but he knew that Kong Que wanted to climb up, otherwise he wouldn't have designed such a secret room theme.

If he stretched out his hand towards Kong Que, he would either be dragged to the world, or he would drag him to hell.It will be a long tug of war with his life on the line.

Does he dare?

Think about what he did for Zhao Nuohong, and what happened in the end.

And Kong Que was a hundred times more terrifying than Zhao Nuohong.

And the worst part was that he found that he cared about Kong Que a lot, he couldn't just watch Kong Que fall down.

Fang Man rubbed his face and went to the balcony to make a cup of tea. The moon at two o'clock in the middle of the night was reflected on the tea, sparkling with sparkling light.

Fang Man suddenly remembered that he was obsessed with being a superhero when he was a child, and always believed that the moon had magical powers. A chubby child meditated under the moonlight every day, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, and uttered the mysterious spells that were circulated in the market: Destroy you on behalf of the moon, woo hoo!

Fang Man took a sip of the hot moonlight, which flowed into his stomach mixed with the aroma of tea.

He thought, if he loses all his courage because of such an ungrateful and unlucky bastard like Zhao Nuohong, wouldn't his sitting in the moonlight when he was young be in vain?

Whether it's overreaching, stupid or naive, if Kong Que wants to live, he'll hold on. Anyway, he has two hundred catties.

Full, hold on, you can win!

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Fang Man yelled at Yue Chang, the gloom in his heart was swept away, he kicked off his slippers, jumped onto the bed, rolled to Kong Que's side, and fell asleep within a few seconds.

When Kong Que woke up, he was hot and suffocating. Fang Man, the eldest, was lying on top of him with his big hairy head resting on his neck.

Kong Que got out from under Fang Man with a dazed expression, feeling dizzy, wanting to sleep for a while again for the first time.

Kong Que lay on the other side of the bed away from the hot Fang Man, closed his eyes, and after a while Fang Man's sleeping sound came from his ears.

"Ah-huh-ah-huh..."

According to the knowledge in the book, Kong Que knew it was a snoring sound, and this was the first time he heard someone else snore.

Kong Que's sleep was very light, and any sound could keep him awake at night, not to mention Fang Man's heartless snoring.

Kong Que suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, the three raised hairs on the top of his head trembled slightly with his rapid breathing.

What's this!Why do people make such weird noises while sleeping?

Kong Que was hit violently by the snoring, his palm lingered on Fang Man's mouth and neck for a while, and finally patted his soft chest.

Snapped!

After Kong Que finished filming, he immediately lay down and pretended to sleep.

Fang Man opened his eyes in a daze, feeling as if he had been beaten. He tilted his head and saw that Kong Que was lying on his side.

Fang Man: It's still early, sleep a little longer.

Fang Man pulled Kong Que into his arms, rubbed the back of Kong Que's neck with his little beard, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Kong Que's heart rate accelerated abnormally again, the skin on the back of his neck was much more sensitive than other places, and Fang Man's breath sprayed on it, scalding hot.He couldn't help curling himself up and chewing his nails.

After gnawing on ten fingernails, Kong Que couldn't bear it anymore, he got out of Fang Man's arms again, and silently rolled onto the floor.

Kong Que was used to sleeping on a steel bed, and the floor was quite comfortable for him.

In less than 5 minutes, Fang Man started again: ah-huh-ah-huh-ah-huh...

call out!

Kong Que sat up straight and beat the floor angrily.

"Fang Man," Kong Que climbed onto the bed, pushed Fang Man, his smile twisted, "Don't snore."

Fang Man spread his arms in all directions, put his arms around Kong Que, and said vaguely, "...Okay...Come and hug."

Kong Que found that as long as Fang Man hugged him, he would stop snoring.

Being hugged by Fang Man is very hot, but not being hugged by him is very noisy.

He could obviously go back to sleep in a small bed, but he was reluctant to part with Fang Man's chest.

Her square chest was softer than a small pillow.

Kong Que carefully arranged Fang Man's limbs, gently pillowed on his chest, and closed his eyes.

Fang Man smelled Kong Que's gradually becoming mellow red wine smell, and quietly raised the corners of his mouth, thinking, I, an old dog who has been tempered by society, can't beat you by routines?