The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

When you grow up, you have to sleep first.

It's twelve o'clock.

Song Jing helped Xiao Yan tidy up and put on his half-faded pants, and he didn't forget to throw the mobile phone under the bed. When the light was turned off, the people around him would close their eyes.

Xiao Yan stared at him in disbelief: "That's it? Gone?"

Song Jing got up again after hearing the words, and stamped his forehead, "Good night."

Xiao Yan angrily turned around and pointed his butt at him, and after a few seconds, he turned around feeling very puzzled, and said solemnly: "Old Song, I'm hard again."

Song Jing closed her eyes and looked very pure-hearted, "A word from a gentleman..."

"I know what you say." Xiao Yan stared at him persistently.

Song Jing who was interrupted finally opened his eyes, his eyes were dark and obscure.

"Then it's just hard to chase?" Xiao Yan instinctively sensed a hint of danger, but still bit the bullet and muttered, "I didn't say when to start, and it's not too late to start tomorrow. Today is my birthday as an exception. chant?"

Song Jing raised her eyebrows and whispered, "It sounds reasonable."

There is a show!Xiao Yan's eyes lit up, and he moved closer, wrinkled the tip of his nose and rubbed against Song Jing's straight nose, and the small paws under the quilt quietly touched Song Jing's abdominal muscles, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, Xiao Yan felt that his throat was dry Terrible, unconsciously licked his lips twice, boldly said: "Old Song..."

But before he started persuading him, Song Jing had already bullied him, keeping all his words between his lips and tongue, and it turned into whining and begging for forgiveness after a while.

Originally, I wanted to say that a moment is worth a thousand gold, but it seems that there is no need, hehe.

When Xiao Yan watched Song Jing take out an ointment from the bedside cabinet in a good manner, he knew that his old Song was meticulous, planning ahead, and planning for a long time, and he couldn't help but turn around for him!

Song Jing took all the equipment and came up to hold his waist, "Don't move around."

"Oh..." Xiao Yan felt that his bare buttocks posture was a bit irritating. He turned his head and stretched his neck to study the patterns on the bedside lamp, but his heart was pounding. After waiting for a while, he could only hear some subtle sounds. He couldn't help turning his head, and saw Song Jing's hands were covered with shiny pink ointment, and she was about to rub it on her buttocks.

Song Jing raised her eyes to meet his bright black eyes, and her hands paused.

A sense of guilt welled up in my heart.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" Xiao Yan raised his eyes and looked directly at Song Jing, a little timid, but also a little excited that couldn't be restrained.

Song Jing: "It hurts."

"How about..." Xiao Yan felt a little apprehensive, "Let's forget it first? Oh!! Take it easy!"

"I'll try my best." Song Jing opened up little by little very calmly.

To hell with the guilt.

Even though only one finger was inserted, Xiao Yan still felt that the whole person was not very well, so he had to grit his teeth and try his best to ignore the foreign body sensation behind him, and touched the ointment tube beside him to divert his attention. English letters, frowning in disgust, "Why is it still strawberry flavored???"

Gay in gay is angry, not offensive at all.

"I think it suits you very well." Song Jing noticed that the little guy under him slowly relaxed, and bent down to bite the soft flesh on the back of his neck.

"..." Xiao Yan was startled, raised his hand and threw the strawberry-flavored ointment away, reached out to touch the wet spot on the back of his neck, got up with a blushing face and wanted to take a bite back, Song Jing didn't give him a chance, Turning the person over, looking at Xiao Yan's blushing and smoldering swaying appearance, his throat moved, his knees squeezed into his legs, and they were pressed and rubbed carefully. Inserted the second finger, curled up and squeezed in.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Xiao Yan couldn't help but screamed, grabbed Song Jing's back with both hands, and couldn't help but bend his legs to tighten Lao Song's waist. The feeling of being invaded inch by inch by fingers behind him made him panic Unbelievable, but Xiao Xiao got a little comforting pleasure from the intense friction with Da Song. For a moment, he didn't know whether to make Lao Song stop or push harder, and it sounded a little coquettish when he shouted, " pain……"

"Baby, you bite the ground too tightly." Song Jing's breath also became heavy, but she stopped her movements and turned to comfort Xiao Xiao. When Xiao Yan impatiently grasped the bed sheet and softened her waist, Only then did he add another finger to slowly invade forward a few points.

This time it really hurt, Xiao Yan's forehead was dripping with sweat, and even his eyes were a little slack, he raised his head and yelled indiscriminately, each sound was worse than the sound, thinking that this would almost catch up with the top ten tortures, From now on, Lao Song will stop playing with his mobile phone if he doesn't want to play with his mobile phone, and sleep when he is told to sleep, and he will never go to the sun again.

Just when he was thinking wildly and desperately trying to divert his attention, and he didn't know where Song Jing had pressed, Xiao Yan's whole body was shaken suddenly, and the tingling pleasure surged up from the tailbone along the spine. There was a blank space, even Xiao Xiao, who was half-hard in pain, immediately regained his strength and was so excited.

Xiao Yan almost bounced off the bed as if getting an electric shock, and was immediately pushed back by Song Jing, meeting Song Jing's dangerous eyes, Xiao Yan instinctively clamped his buttocks, and complained angrily with a blushing face, "Don't, Don't poke there!" The final ending trembles like honey, and it rises greasy every day, which has no deterrent effect at all.

Song Jing caressed the small bulge wickedly from time to time, slapped his white and tender buttocks, and said with a smile, "Where, is it here?"

"Woo..." Xiao Yan couldn't help but tremble, and the corners of his eyes were red.

……

After this night, Xiao Yan had a new understanding of Lao Song.

To sum up, four big characters-clothes and beasts.

He didn't get out of bed until noon.

Xiao Yan lay down in the warm blanket, feeling like he was already a useless cat. His two long and straight legs were wide open, and there were some suspicious red marks on them.

The quilt was scratched and torn by him last night, not to mention the indescribable marks on it. Now it has been replaced with a light yellow quilt cover, which is dazzling on the balcony. Xiao Yan rested his chin on his forearm and stared at the quilt in a daze , Looking at things and thinking about feelings, the whole person can't help but turn red.

But don't underestimate the explosive power of the thousand-year-old virgin's soul, he still can't close his legs, protruding.

Xiao Yan shook his head, shook off the pornographic clips that filled his mind, and picked up the phone next to him to scan. Last night, Lao Song got him out from under the bed. The Weibo card could not be opened, and the messages and WeChat It was filled with all kinds of birthday wishes, and the latest one was from Song Xuyao.

[Song Xuyao: The gift has been delivered, please pay attention to check it, otherwise I will call the police! 】 Xiao Yan was confused, and replied: 【What gift? 】

[Song Xuyao: Hehehe, going to bed late is not good for your health, okay? 】

【Xiao Yan:...】

Inexplicably, Xiao Yan couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and shouted feebly towards the door, "Old Song, what did your brother give you?"

There was silence outside the door.

At this moment, Song Jing, who had finally disassembled the food, looked at the two oversized gift boxes in the dining room, and when they were opened, they were empty, except for some shiny pieces of colored paper.

He had a bad feeling and turned around abruptly.

I saw two little ghosts on the stairs. The little boy at the top of the stairs had a pot head on his head, and some golden confetti was still stuck on his buttocks. A lot, as for his little sister who had a haircut, wore a cool motorcycle outfit, and had already climbed to the second floor. She seemed to have noticed Song Jing's gaze, and turned around to see a white, tender and chubby picture. With a small face, he raised his chin and smiled, and called out crisply: "Hello, Uncle!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed to the master bedroom with the door open, and called out affectionately before he entered the door: "Little brother, I'm here to see you! Happy birthday! Do you think I am your dearest baby? The most, the best, the best birthday present! Do you like it, little brother?!"

The little girl rushed into the door like a small firecracker, and Xiao Yan's doting laughter came immediately, "Yes yes yes, I like fried chicken, baby kiss me, mua!"

The little boy at the stairway was obviously taken aback by his old lady. He turned his head and saw that his stern and strict "three strict black-faced uncle" was staring at him, and he rolled down the steps in a hurry. After hitting and rolling on the soft carpet, his chubby face immediately flushed red, and he burst into tears with a "wow", and he still didn't forget to explain the cause and effect while crying: "Big baba and Erhuo baba are together again Going on a trip, woo woo woo woo..."

"..." Song Jing rubbed her temples, feeling a headache.

【End of the show】