NPC: Gods are my pets / 148. Eating what's in the bowl and looking at what's in the pot (member plus 1)
NPC: Gods are my pets
  • yexin
    yexin
    "Huh? What are you two doing?"
  • Justin stared at Ye Xin with an accusing expression. Fan Chengcheng pretended not to care, but his ears were straight.
  • Justinhuangminghao
    Justinhuangminghao
    "Xinxin, aren't we your male gods? You lie!"
  • yexin
    yexin
    "I didn't lie to you, you are indeed my male gods, but... Xiao Da is my dream lover when I was a student, especially the voice~"
  • Justinhuangminghao
    Justinhuangminghao
    "Humph!"
  • fanchengcheng
    fanchengcheng
    "That's how women eat what's in the bowl and look at what's in the pot"
  • yexin
    yexin
    "Don't talk nonsense, when did I eat you!"
  • Ye Xin can't wait to gag these two mouths that make terrible remarks from time to time. You can't see the camera, right?
  • The task in the afternoon was particularly simple. They said that the decision was that the program team was too poor and could only use their free and cheap labor.
  • shenxiao
    shenxiao
    "Fan Xiao, don't make trouble, there is water everywhere!"
  • zhongfanxiao
    zhongfanxiao
    "Xiaoxiao, you look so funny."
  • zhuzi
    zhuzi
    "Wei Li still has a hair there"
  • weili
    weili
    "Where? Where?"
  • Amidst the noisy sounds upstairs and downstairs, Ye Xin and Mo Lin, who were sandwiched in the middle, were extremely quiet.
  • yexin
    yexin
    "Is it reasonable for you to say that Xiao Da can't catch up with Xiaoxiao?"
  • molin
    molin
    "Self-inflicted sin can't live"
  • Fan Chengcheng looked at the two people who were chatting with others outside the situation and went to the third floor silently. No matter how confused he was, he could see that the two people had no intention of calling at all. It was better to go and see the others.
  • When he got to the third floor, he didn't see the water on the stairs. He slipped down and fell to the ground. Fan Chengcheng frowned and looked around. Fortunately, this was the dead angle of the camera.
  • The place where the skin was rubbed on the arm began to appear bloodshot. I endured the pain on my ankle and went back to my room on the second floor. Step by step, I pretended to be okay and went downstairs. I couldn't help but complain in my heart. Look at what you're doing upstairs, and you broke your ass.
  • yexin
    yexin
    "Why did you come down again?"
  • Ye Xin was just cleaning the handrail of the stairs, and when he looked up, he saw Chengcheng with a red face, thinking that he was hot and didn't ask much.
  • fanchengcheng
    fanchengcheng
    "I just fell and bruised my arm."
  • yexin
    yexin
    "Then I'll give you some medicine..."
  • zhongfanxiao
    zhongfanxiao
    "Ye Ye, is the water on your second floor open? The water upstairs can't come up?"
  • yexin
    yexin
    "Wait a minute, I'll take a look"
  • Just as he was about to leave, he saw Fan Chengcheng, who was looking at her eagerly, and after thinking about it, he patted his head.
  • yexin
    yexin
    "Go and clean yourself up first, I'll find you in a while."
  • After speaking, he turned around and walked to the bathroom. Fan Chengcheng retracted himself and stretched out half of his hand to grab her. He relieved the pain in his ankles and continued to walk into the room alone, but anyone who looked at his back wanted to say loneliness.
  • Pull up the sleeves, take a cotton swab and rub the alcohol for yourself awkwardly. Maybe it hurts too much, but it makes Fan Chengcheng a little running away.
  • When Ye Xin was an animal, no matter how sleepy he was doing, he would take good care of them first. At that time, she belonged to everyone, but since she became a human, there are too many things and people around, she can't take them anymore. As the only one, they both have their own lives, but... he still misses Ye Xin who would smile with a little white duck and say you are good, that bright smile.
  • He put down the cotton swab and just wanted to take another one and stick a little powder, but the brain that had not yet responded was guided by his hand, and suddenly knocked down the alcohol next to him. The pungent smell of alcohol spread wildly, and he wanted to pick up the alcohol in a hurry. Forgetting the sprain on his ankle, he felt sweat on his forehead as soon as his foot exerted force.
  • He squatted on the ground curled up, not to be outdone by the injuries to his arms and ankles, swearing that he was formidable.
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148. Eating what's in the bowl and looking at what's in the pot (member plus 1)