Bai Yueguang, he is two hundred catties

"You..." Zhao Nuohong was covered in cold sweat, and he couldn't tell where the fear in his heart came from. It might be the solemn atmosphere of the study, the high dome, the cold tiles, or it might be the perfect curve of the man in front of him. Smile.

Zhao Nuohong has always wondered why Fang Man changed. Fang Man used to say that he suffered from cyberbullying and that he should not do to others what he does not want to be done to others. He would never use the bad words of netizens to deal with others.But this time, he fought the public opinion battle better than anyone else.

It wasn't until he saw Kong Que that Zhao Nuohong realized that it was not Fang Man's hand, but Kong Que's hand that licked the cat behind the huge tide of public opinion on the Internet.

Snapped.

Kong Que flipped off the cover of his pocket watch, looked down at him condescendingly, and said in a strangely gentle tone, "You still have 3 minutes."

Zhao Nuohong raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, and stammered, "Kong...Mr. Kong, it was Li Yongbo who did it. He has been controlling me, please help me..."

Kong Que smiled slightly, and said: "You are young, don't keep thinking about hugging people's thighs, I will give you a chance to develop yourself now..."

The more Zhao Nuohong listened to these words, the more they felt familiar. He remembered with horror that on the last day of recording "My Idol", he secretly found Kong Que and told him this passage, in order to make him leave Fang Man and return it to Kong Que. Missing a bank card.

Zhao Nuohong's face was ashen, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

In Kong Que's concept, death is a kind of gift, he is willing to give it to his enemies, but he doesn't want to give it to Fang Man's ex-boyfriend.

5 minutes to arrive, exactly at eight o'clock in the evening, the ancient big pendulum clock made a distant beating sound, Zhao Nuohong thought in a trance that he heard the death knell.

"Let's go to Siberia to start a year of famine." Kong Que scratched Meow's chin, and stood up gracefully, "You and Li Yongbo gave Fang Man, and you want you to pay back a hundred times."

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Fang Man sat in seat C, feeling uncomfortable.

This C position is too close to the central air conditioner, and the heights are extremely cold.

This c position has attracted a lot of attention, even if he wanted to secretly scratch his butt, he felt that it was not elegant, and seemed a bit embarrassing to Kong Que.

No one spoke in the inner hall, everyone was immersed in typing, and the message notification sounds were so dense that it was like playing a symphony.

There may be five groups of four people in a dormitory, Kong Que's stand-in beauty boy group has a total of 108, and there are thousands of chat groups.

"Do you know that this year's C is not the slow-moving Chinese man last year!"

"It's definitely from Korea, right? Jin xx has spent a lot of money on plastic surgery, and she is almost the same as Mr. Kong's moonlight male god. This is not c, it's outrageous!"

"No, it's still from China..."

"Ashiba..."

"No, no, no, the point is not the nationality! He is so big, he should be more than 1.9 meters tall, and he is fat and white. Ahhh, it's so strange. Although he is not ugly, he is far from Mr. Kong's aesthetic standards. Bar!"

"Maybe it's because the good-looking skins are the same, and the interesting soul weighs more than 200 catties."

"I'm also very interesting, Mr. Kong picked me!"

"Interesting x1."

Someone put forward a new idea: "Maybe the point is not to be interesting, but to weigh more than 200 catties?"

"..."

"Everyone here, let's not talk about eight-pack abs, but you are still in good shape, right?"

Everyone immediately remembered the days and nights when they worked hard to maintain their figure and appearance, and only hoped that Mr. Kong could look at themselves more.

"Damn it, did Mr. Kong like fat houses? We've all gone the wrong way!"

"Fart, is the moonlight male god fat? There is a problem with your thinking, maybe it's his... It's because of his good skills, seven times a night +!"

"Makes sense."

"Unfortunately, I can't prove to Mr. Kong that I can do it seven times a night."

……

Fang Man, who was only 5 minutes old, didn't know that he had been crowned with a fat filter seven times a night, so he straightened his back and pretended to hold his mobile phone, but secretly scratched his ass.

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