The Most Popular Comedian Chapter 50: Ready to escape

Rong Yuheng woke up very early the next day and opened his eyes less than eight o’clock. The first second he woke up, he was still dumbfounded, and then his eyes rolled, regaining his sanity—
Oh, I still have to see the owner today.
No wonder the biological clock wakes up early, spiritually.
Rong Yuheng tidied up a bit, then sent a message to Wen Zezong, and went to the refrigerator to take out the frozen Melaleuca and put it in a box.
When I took the Melaleuca, I saw a note on the refrigerator:
I really want to eat Melaleuca, but I was stopped by Bian Chen. The owner of Melaleuca will contact me as soon as possible for comfort, hehe. —Zou Yi
Rong Yuheng, “…” He thinks that Zou Yi still eats some Melaleuca, eating his own skin is enough, which is thicker than Melaleuca.
Besides, Melaleuca is the owner of his warm feeder, Zou Yi, a little idiot, still wants Wen Zezong to comfort him?
Rong Yuheng replied on the note:
My head will shoot you flying. —A tango player who did not want to be named
After returning, Rong Yuheng nodded in satisfaction. Very good, so that no one can tell that the inscription is Wen Zezhen, who is wearing his waistcoat.
After successfully using the “Tango Player” to confuse the audition, he was about to make a hand-off for breakfast when he saw Wen Tango’s text message coming.
[Wen Zezong]: You have already gone out, have you had breakfast? I bought you something to eat on the way, see if you want to eat.
Rong Yuheng is actually a bit picky about what he eats, especially breakfast—no cold, no raw, no oil, no sweets, no egg and dairy products. I don’t know if it’s not because of poor digestion. He will have nausea after eating bread and cake in the morning.
But now Wen Zezhen said that he bought it, and Rong Yuheng was not embarrassed to be picky, so he could only take a look at what he could eat.
[Rong Yuheng]: I haven’t eaten it yet, I can.
It took Wen Zezhen half an hour to come over, and Rong Yuheng lay down on the sofa and waited. Before a while, I suddenly received a message from Lu Minghuan that he had checked Maixiang Yogurt and SH Keshi Entertainment.
[Lu Mingxuan]: It’s Maixiang who has a problem. I checked their boss’s contacts. The information I can find is limited and may not be complete. I will send it to you first.
[Lu Mingxuan]: [File]
[Rong Yuheng]: My grandson is capable [thumb]
[Lu Minghuan]: Go away [Little Thumb] When will we meet for a meal? I’m almost an empty nester.
[Rong Yuheng]: When you, Chi Yan and Tian Yu are free, we will have a family reunion together [玫瑰][咖啡]
[Lu Mingxuan]: okk[玫瑰][coffee]
After making a verbal agreement with Lu Mingxuan to take advantage of each other, Rong Yuheng clicked on the document, looked through it carefully, and then raised his eyebrows—it turned out to be the relationship.
It is not complicated to say that it is complicated, and it is not simple to say that it is simple.
Rong Yuheng is not pretentious either, he has to “communicate with courtesy” to stab him, but some people are like this, and blindly giving in will only make him arrogant.
Kindness is a principle, but not a rule.
Rong Yuheng puts his hands together: He is a Venus, let him illuminate people’s hearts.
Before he could think about the method of Purdue, Wen Zezhen had already arrived downstairs. Rong Yuheng could only temporarily put this matter aside, and turned to focus on the more important owner.

Rong Yuheng lifted Melaleuca and ran all the way to the door. Before he reached out, the door opened from the inside.
Wen Zezhen leaned over half of his body and pushed the car door as soon as he stretched out his long arms. He looked up at him from the bottom up, his eyes were bright, “coming?”
Rong Yuheng rubbed his **** in, “Come on!” He said, holding Melaleuca up as if asking for credit, “You Kang~”
Wen Zezheng took a look. The palm-sized Melaleuca looked sweet and soft, and he could smell the scent of mango, “Good health.”
Wen Zezheng put his side pocket in Rong Yuheng’s arms after speaking, “There are siu mai, steamed dumplings, tea eggs, and meat floss bread. If you are thirsty, there are milk, soy milk and black tea, depending on what you want.”
The breakfast Wen Zezong prepared was too rich, and Rong Yuheng was violently shocked for a while! So much so that he ignored the phrase “good health” in front of him, and did not discover the deterioration of the owner in time…
Rong Yuheng unceremoniously reached into his pocket and took it out, “I want to eat siu mai and steamed dumplings, and black tea.”
Wen Zezhen asked, “Don’t like bread, eggs and milk?”
Rong Yuheng said, “I am easily nauseous when I eat these in the morning.”
Wen Zezhen nodded, remembering in his heart, and then started the car and drove towards home.
As soon as he left the community, Wen Zezhen found that Rong Yuheng’s eating state was not right, and he “huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” after taking two bites, as if he was holding his breath.
“you’re uncomfortable?”
“No, I use my mouth to breathe when I get in the car.” Rong Yuheng took a bite of the steamed dumplings and said, “There is a smell in the car, I will get motion sickness if I smell it.”
Wen Zezhen said “um” with a little regret in his heart… It seems that I can’t kiss in the car anymore.
Rong Yuheng still didn’t know what kind of boring stuff the owner Wen was filling up in his brain, he just felt that his own vision of choosing a master was too good!
Package food, accommodation and transportation, one-stop feeding and maintenance.
Before he got home after breakfast, Rong Yuheng slumped in the co-driver’s seat and rubbed his belly routinely.
Wen Zezhen turned his head and glanced slightly at the steering wheel, “Are you full? My belly is still flat.”
Rong Yuheng pulled out the bottoming shirt, “I’m full, a little bulging, I don’t believe you Kang.”
I am grass!
Wen Zezhen almost stepped on the brake!
Where did he dare to be healthy, he was afraid that his concentration was not enough to turn the two into desperate mandarin ducks.
“Don’t pick it up, your stomach hurts if you catch a cold.” Wen Zezhen tried his best to restrain his emotions and make the tone sound smooth.
Rong Yuheng regretfully put down his clothes and covered his belly, “Good.”
His owner is too serious, unlike Brother Xiao Qi, who would poke his belly with himself.

The car drove into the garage, and Wen Zezheng led Rong Yuheng all the way upstairs. This is already the second time Rong Yuheng has come to Wen Zexang’s house. He invited the credit to the full and pressed the elevator in a deft manner, “I’m coming.”
Wen Zezhen left him with a “sensible” look.
Rong Yuheng asked, “Is your uncle here?”
“The big white goose went for a walk by the river.”
“It turned out to be an ecological goose.”
Wen Zezhen laughed, “Big White Goose should really like this honor.” He carried the Melaleuca made by Rong Yuheng in one hand, and the rest of his breakfast in his hand, and stopped when he reached the gate.
“You help me get it—”
“Is it the key?” Rong Yuheng already reached out to touch his trouser pocket, “Where is it?”
Wen Zezhen tightened his lower abdomen, swallowed the “Thousand Layers” that was about to blur out, and held his breath holding his voice.
“In the pocket on the right…”
Rong Yuheng walked along his waist and hips.
Wen Zizong’s trousers are well-cut to fit her figure. Rong Yuheng’s hand reached into his pocket and directly attached to the outside of his thigh, and he could even feel the tight muscles.
Rong Yuheng praised him, “Your thighs are so strong.”
Wen Zeleng let out a “um”. I thought to myself, I can do it hard.
The process of taking out the key only took two seconds, and Rong Yuheng opened the door quite consciously. The bright light in the room penetrated into the dim corridor, Wen Zezhen only then let out a breath…
In two seconds, he felt that there was no problem with his reaction.
Rong Yuheng entered the hallway and rubbed into the blue slippers in his own way. Wen Zezheng handed him the two pockets, “put it on the dining table.”
Rong Yuheng asked as he put it down, “Have you had breakfast?”
“Not yet.” Wen Zezhen followed, pulled the chair away and sat down, and took the steamed dumplings and a piece of bread that Rong Yuheng hadn’t finished eating from the bag. “I came directly.”
Rong Yuheng stared at the remaining half box of steamed dumplings and touched his nose, “That is what I left…”
“It’s not that I haven’t eaten the noodles last time.” Wen Zezhen said, “If you can’t finish it in the future, I will help you finish it.”
When Rong Yuheng heard this, his heart suddenly became a little dry, and a little concealed little happiness, he leaned forward with a shy face.
“Usually, the owner only gives pets leftovers. You are the other way around. You are really a special person~”
Wen Zizhang was amused by his childlike voice, “Can a precious hamster be like other pets? I worry about not raising you well every day.”
Oh mother…every day!
Rong Yuheng’s back was attached to the chair.
It sounds like Wen Zexuan is thinking about him every day.
Rong Yuheng reciprocated and cared, “Aren’t you busy today?”
Wen Zezhen said, “I’m not busy at all, I’m very empty all day.”
Rong Yuheng said, “Me too.”
Wen Zezheng paused, took a sip of soy milk, covering the corner of his mouth, “Yeah.”
Rong Yuheng keenly sensed that the owner was in a good mood, and began to settle the old accounts. He reduced his expression and pretended to be serious, “Warm the owner.”
Wen Zeleng, “?”
Rong Yuheng, “Why did you neglect your little hamster yesterday, do you want to turn your pet into a domestic animal?”
The ups and downs were so steep that Wen Zezhen couldn’t even drink soy milk at once—he didn’t!
Wen Zezhen asked him with a soothing tone, “Where did I leave the little hamster?”
“I sent you a message in the morning, but you put me in play.” Rong Yuheng gained momentum and began to swell, all the messy vocabulary jumped out, “You still want to carry your hamster to open up other territories—”
He paused, then suddenly forced him in a low voice, “Hey, I rhyme again…”
“…” Wen Zezong stuck for a second, then asked, “What other territory?”
Rong Yuheng looked at him, “The soil in the garden behind your hamster.”
Wen Zezong was first connoted by the “reclaimed garden” for a second, and then he realized what Rong Yuheng was talking about.
“Yang Wen told you?”
Seeing that Rong Yuheng’s little mouth had a faint tendency to puck up, Wen Zezheng quickly explained, “I want to come here directly next time and give you a surprise.”
Rong Yuheng was suspicious, “Really?”
Wen Zezong was sincere, “Really.”
Rong Yuheng was coaxed in a second, “Good, forgive you.”
Wen Zezheng wanted to stretch out his hand to rua when he saw him like this, from the beginning to the end—what kind of fairy hamster is this! It’s too good to coax me, I love it.
After Wen Zizong had breakfast, he cut a piece of Melaleuca and put it in the bedroom, “Cab, do you want to watch a movie?”
The familiar appellation re-emerged, and Rong Yuheng immediately followed it, “Yes, you can choose one. Is there any kind of art that is lighter and can chat while watching.”
Wen Zezhen chose Zhang Qingchun’s film to talk about the dreams of young people.
“What do you want to talk about?”
Rong Yuheng sat under the bed, “I would like to ask you to advise me on the staff.”
Wen Zizong put the plate and sat next to him, put his long arms behind him, half-circle the people, “talk about it.”
“After the variety show is broadcast, I should say goodbye to Brother Sun.” Rong Yuheng said this, wiped the corner of his eyes sadly, “Do you have any recommended agents?”
Wen Zezhen didn’t ask him how he planned to send Xu Sun away. After thinking about it, he said, “I heard that Shi Qiu’s artist has terminated the contract and has not signed a new one. She is an elderly company with good contacts and resources. An artist has a rare opportunity, you can fight for it.”
“Then why didn’t she sign someone else?”
“The last artist was a bit noisy. Shi Qiu was tired and wanted to rest for a while. He just didn’t find a suitable one, so he never signed.”
Rong Yuheng nodded, clasped his knees and focused his eyes, “Then I have to send Brother Sun away as soon as possible…” After he finished thinking about it, he squeezed Wen Zezong again, “The owner.”
Wen Zezhen knew at a glance that Rong Yuheng was asking for help. He closed his arms a little quietly, “You said.”
Rong Yuheng’s furry head sprinted in front of Wen Zhezhen, Wen Zhezhen couldn’t help but squeezed it on his head, his hands itching began to rua…
Rong Yuheng was very comfortable with Rua, and his mind began to become blurred. He said in a daze, “Then you help me take it off.”
“What…!?” Wen Zezong trembled fiercely, and the next one vigorously—
“hiss…!”
Rong Yuheng’s hair was almost pulled off the top of his head. He opened Wen Zezong’s hand with a paw, “My hair!”
Wen Zizheng didn’t care about the reddish hand, and hurriedly rubbed his hamster’s head guiltily, softly soothing, “It’s not bald or bald… It’s still oily and smooth.”
Rong Yuheng clutched his head and looked faintly, “…what are you pulling me for?”
As soon as he said this, Wen Zezhen froze, and the whole person began to tremble slightly…This is still in broad daylight, so why, say something that can’t take off…
Wen Zezheng scanned Rong Yuheng’s body without showing a trace, searching for the place of his mouth, “You just said, what did you take off?”
As soon as the topic came back, Rong Yuheng became energetic! Under Wen Zezhen’s dark eyes, he started the improvisation enthusiastically.
Rong Yuheng closed his coat, suddenly jumped out of Wen Zezhen’s arms, and stood in front of the latter and pulled his coat apart with a “huh”—
“Take off my little vest! Kokoko…!”
“…”
The author has something to say: Later Wen Zezhen: Take off, and take off anything else. I will help you take off.
Rong Yuheng:…no more, no more.
Vest: a poor vest forced to wear

The Most Popular Comedian Chapter 50: Ready to escape

The Most Popular Comedian Chapter 50: Ready to escape

Rong Yuheng woke up very early the next day and opened his eyes less than eight o'clock. The first second he woke up, he was still dumbfounded, and then his eyes rolled, regaining his sanity— Oh, I still have to see the owner today. No wonder the biological clock wakes up early, spiritually. Rong Yuheng tidied up a bit, then sent a message to Wen Zezong, and went to the refrigerator to take out the frozen Melaleuca and put it in a box. When I took the Melaleuca, I saw a note on the refrigerator: I really want to eat Melaleuca, but I was stopped by Bian Chen. The owner of Melaleuca will contact me as soon as possible for comfort, hehe. —Zou Yi Rong Yuheng, "..." He thinks that Zou Yi still eats some Melaleuca, eating his own skin is enough, which is thicker than Melaleuca. Besides, Melaleuca is the owner of his warm feeder, Zou Yi, a little idiot, still wants Wen Zezong to comfort him? Rong Yuheng replied on the note: My head will shoot you flying. —A tango player who did not want to be named After returning, Rong Yuheng nodded in satisfaction. Very good, so that no one can tell that the inscription is Wen Zezhen, who is wearing his waistcoat. After successfully using the "Tango Player" to confuse the audition, he was about to make a hand-off for breakfast when he saw Wen Tango's text message coming. [Wen Zezong]: You have already gone out, have you had breakfast? I bought you something to eat on the way, see if you want to eat. Rong Yuheng is actually a bit picky about what he eats, especially breakfast—no cold, no raw, no oil, no sweets, no egg and dairy products. I don’t know if it’s not because of poor digestion. He will have nausea after eating bread and cake in the morning. But now Wen Zezhen said that he bought it, and Rong Yuheng was not embarrassed to be picky, so he could only take a look at what he could eat. [Rong Yuheng]: I haven't eaten it yet, I can. It took Wen Zezhen half an hour to come over, and Rong Yuheng lay down on the sofa and waited. Before a while, I suddenly received a message from Lu Minghuan that he had checked Maixiang Yogurt and SH Keshi Entertainment. [Lu Mingxuan]: It's Maixiang who has a problem. I checked their boss's contacts. The information I can find is limited and may not be complete. I will send it to you first. [Lu Mingxuan]: [File] [Rong Yuheng]: My grandson is capable [thumb] [Lu Minghuan]: Go away [Little Thumb] When will we meet for a meal? I'm almost an empty nester. [Rong Yuheng]: When you, Chi Yan and Tian Yu are free, we will have a family reunion together [玫瑰][咖啡] [Lu Mingxuan]: okk[玫瑰][coffee] After making a verbal agreement with Lu Mingxuan to take advantage of each other, Rong Yuheng clicked on the document, looked through it carefully, and then raised his eyebrows—it turned out to be the relationship. It is not complicated to say that it is complicated, and it is not simple to say that it is simple. Rong Yuheng is not pretentious either, he has to "communicate with courtesy" to stab him, but some people are like this, and blindly giving in will only make him arrogant. Kindness is a principle, but not a rule. Rong Yuheng puts his hands together: He is a Venus, let him illuminate people's hearts. Before he could think about the method of Purdue, Wen Zezhen had already arrived downstairs. Rong Yuheng could only temporarily put this matter aside, and turned to focus on the more important owner. … Rong Yuheng lifted Melaleuca and ran all the way to the door. Before he reached out, the door opened from the inside. Wen Zezhen leaned over half of his body and pushed the car door as soon as he stretched out his long arms. He looked up at him from the bottom up, his eyes were bright, "coming?" Rong Yuheng rubbed his **** in, "Come on!" He said, holding Melaleuca up as if asking for credit, "You Kang~" Wen Zezheng took a look. The palm-sized Melaleuca looked sweet and soft, and he could smell the scent of mango, "Good health." Wen Zezheng put his side pocket in Rong Yuheng's arms after speaking, "There are siu mai, steamed dumplings, tea eggs, and meat floss bread. If you are thirsty, there are milk, soy milk and black tea, depending on what you want." The breakfast Wen Zezong prepared was too rich, and Rong Yuheng was violently shocked for a while! So much so that he ignored the phrase "good health" in front of him, and did not discover the deterioration of the owner in time... Rong Yuheng unceremoniously reached into his pocket and took it out, "I want to eat siu mai and steamed dumplings, and black tea." Wen Zezhen asked, "Don't like bread, eggs and milk?" Rong Yuheng said, "I am easily nauseous when I eat these in the morning." Wen Zezhen nodded, remembering in his heart, and then started the car and drove towards home. As soon as he left the community, Wen Zezhen found that Rong Yuheng's eating state was not right, and he "huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" after taking two bites, as if he was holding his breath. "you're uncomfortable?" "No, I use my mouth to breathe when I get in the car." Rong Yuheng took a bite of the steamed dumplings and said, "There is a smell in the car, I will get motion sickness if I smell it." Wen Zezhen said "um" with a little regret in his heart... It seems that I can't kiss in the car anymore. Rong Yuheng still didn't know what kind of boring stuff the owner Wen was filling up in his brain, he just felt that his own vision of choosing a master was too good! Package food, accommodation and transportation, one-stop feeding and maintenance. Before he got home after breakfast, Rong Yuheng slumped in the co-driver's seat and rubbed his belly routinely. Wen Zezhen turned his head and glanced slightly at the steering wheel, "Are you full? My belly is still flat." Rong Yuheng pulled out the bottoming shirt, "I'm full, a little bulging, I don't believe you Kang." I am grass! Wen Zezhen almost stepped on the brake! Where did he dare to be healthy, he was afraid that his concentration was not enough to turn the two into desperate mandarin ducks. "Don't pick it up, your stomach hurts if you catch a cold." Wen Zezhen tried his best to restrain his emotions and make the tone sound smooth. Rong Yuheng regretfully put down his clothes and covered his belly, "Good." His owner is too serious, unlike Brother Xiao Qi, who would poke his belly with himself. … The car drove into the garage, and Wen Zezheng led Rong Yuheng all the way upstairs. This is already the second time Rong Yuheng has come to Wen Zexang's house. He invited the credit to the full and pressed the elevator in a deft manner, "I'm coming." Wen Zezhen left him with a "sensible" look. Rong Yuheng asked, "Is your uncle here?" "The big white goose went for a walk by the river." "It turned out to be an ecological goose." Wen Zezhen laughed, "Big White Goose should really like this honor." He carried the Melaleuca made by Rong Yuheng in one hand, and the rest of his breakfast in his hand, and stopped when he reached the gate. "You help me get it—" "Is it the key?" Rong Yuheng already reached out to touch his trouser pocket, "Where is it?" Wen Zezhen tightened his lower abdomen, swallowed the "Thousand Layers" that was about to blur out, and held his breath holding his voice. "In the pocket on the right..." Rong Yuheng walked along his waist and hips. Wen Zizong's trousers are well-cut to fit her figure. Rong Yuheng's hand reached into his pocket and directly attached to the outside of his thigh, and he could even feel the tight muscles. Rong Yuheng praised him, "Your thighs are so strong." Wen Zeleng let out a "um". I thought to myself, I can do it hard. The process of taking out the key only took two seconds, and Rong Yuheng opened the door quite consciously. The bright light in the room penetrated into the dim corridor, Wen Zezhen only then let out a breath... In two seconds, he felt that there was no problem with his reaction. Rong Yuheng entered the hallway and rubbed into the blue slippers in his own way. Wen Zezheng handed him the two pockets, "put it on the dining table." Rong Yuheng asked as he put it down, "Have you had breakfast?" "Not yet." Wen Zezhen followed, pulled the chair away and sat down, and took the steamed dumplings and a piece of bread that Rong Yuheng hadn't finished eating from the bag. "I came directly." Rong Yuheng stared at the remaining half box of steamed dumplings and touched his nose, "That is what I left..." "It's not that I haven't eaten the noodles last time." Wen Zezhen said, "If you can't finish it in the future, I will help you finish it." When Rong Yuheng heard this, his heart suddenly became a little dry, and a little concealed little happiness, he leaned forward with a shy face. "Usually, the owner only gives pets leftovers. You are the other way around. You are really a special person~" Wen Zizhang was amused by his childlike voice, "Can a precious hamster be like other pets? I worry about not raising you well every day." Oh mother...every day! Rong Yuheng's back was attached to the chair. It sounds like Wen Zexuan is thinking about him every day. Rong Yuheng reciprocated and cared, "Aren't you busy today?" Wen Zezhen said, "I'm not busy at all, I'm very empty all day." Rong Yuheng said, "Me too." Wen Zezheng paused, took a sip of soy milk, covering the corner of his mouth, "Yeah." Rong Yuheng keenly sensed that the owner was in a good mood, and began to settle the old accounts. He reduced his expression and pretended to be serious, "Warm the owner." Wen Zeleng, "?" Rong Yuheng, "Why did you neglect your little hamster yesterday, do you want to turn your pet into a domestic animal?" The ups and downs were so steep that Wen Zezhen couldn't even drink soy milk at once—he didn't! Wen Zezhen asked him with a soothing tone, "Where did I leave the little hamster?" "I sent you a message in the morning, but you put me in play." Rong Yuheng gained momentum and began to swell, all the messy vocabulary jumped out, "You still want to carry your hamster to open up other territories—" He paused, then suddenly forced him in a low voice, "Hey, I rhyme again..." "..." Wen Zezong stuck for a second, then asked, "What other territory?" Rong Yuheng looked at him, "The soil in the garden behind your hamster." Wen Zezong was first connoted by the "reclaimed garden" for a second, and then he realized what Rong Yuheng was talking about. "Yang Wen told you?" Seeing that Rong Yuheng's little mouth had a faint tendency to puck up, Wen Zezheng quickly explained, "I want to come here directly next time and give you a surprise." Rong Yuheng was suspicious, "Really?" Wen Zezong was sincere, "Really." Rong Yuheng was coaxed in a second, "Good, forgive you." Wen Zezheng wanted to stretch out his hand to rua when he saw him like this, from the beginning to the end—what kind of fairy hamster is this! It's too good to coax me, I love it. After Wen Zizong had breakfast, he cut a piece of Melaleuca and put it in the bedroom, "Cab, do you want to watch a movie?" The familiar appellation re-emerged, and Rong Yuheng immediately followed it, "Yes, you can choose one. Is there any kind of art that is lighter and can chat while watching." Wen Zezhen chose Zhang Qingchun's film to talk about the dreams of young people. "What do you want to talk about?" Rong Yuheng sat under the bed, "I would like to ask you to advise me on the staff." Wen Zizong put the plate and sat next to him, put his long arms behind him, half-circle the people, "talk about it." "After the variety show is broadcast, I should say goodbye to Brother Sun." Rong Yuheng said this, wiped the corner of his eyes sadly, "Do you have any recommended agents?" Wen Zezhen didn’t ask him how he planned to send Xu Sun away. After thinking about it, he said, “I heard that Shi Qiu’s artist has terminated the contract and has not signed a new one. She is an elderly company with good contacts and resources. An artist has a rare opportunity, you can fight for it." "Then why didn't she sign someone else?" "The last artist was a bit noisy. Shi Qiu was tired and wanted to rest for a while. He just didn't find a suitable one, so he never signed." Rong Yuheng nodded, clasped his knees and focused his eyes, "Then I have to send Brother Sun away as soon as possible..." After he finished thinking about it, he squeezed Wen Zezong again, "The owner." Wen Zezhen knew at a glance that Rong Yuheng was asking for help. He closed his arms a little quietly, "You said." Rong Yuheng's furry head sprinted in front of Wen Zhezhen, Wen Zhezhen couldn't help but squeezed it on his head, his hands itching began to rua... Rong Yuheng was very comfortable with Rua, and his mind began to become blurred. He said in a daze, "Then you help me take it off." "What...!?" Wen Zezong trembled fiercely, and the next one vigorously— "hiss…!" Rong Yuheng's hair was almost pulled off the top of his head. He opened Wen Zezong's hand with a paw, "My hair!" Wen Zizheng didn't care about the reddish hand, and hurriedly rubbed his hamster's head guiltily, softly soothing, "It's not bald or bald... It's still oily and smooth." Rong Yuheng clutched his head and looked faintly, "...what are you pulling me for?" As soon as he said this, Wen Zezhen froze, and the whole person began to tremble slightly...This is still in broad daylight, so why, say something that can't take off... Wen Zezheng scanned Rong Yuheng's body without showing a trace, searching for the place of his mouth, "You just said, what did you take off?" As soon as the topic came back, Rong Yuheng became energetic! Under Wen Zezhen's dark eyes, he started the improvisation enthusiastically. Rong Yuheng closed his coat, suddenly jumped out of Wen Zezhen's arms, and stood in front of the latter and pulled his coat apart with a "huh"— "Take off my little vest! Kokoko...!" "..." The author has something to say: Later Wen Zezhen: Take off, and take off anything else. I will help you take off. Rong Yuheng:...no more, no more. Vest: a poor vest forced to wear

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