The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Qin Ru thought.

Reminds me of the pictures I got a few days ago.

A silent glance at the time difference being filmed.

Before I saw those pictures, Qin Ru couldn't believe it. Turns out the little boy he was looking for was a boy.

My own husband, it's a GAY.

Flashing over his head, he hugged and kissed a man in a stylish duck tongue hat at the door of the room.

A shallow kiss, a pressing kiss.

Qin Rusheng coughed.

Luckily, those photos have already been bought at a high price.

If this gets out, I'm afraid the network's going to collapse again.

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Shishi's video tweeted, and the first hot search directly exploded.

Follow closely, and three consecutive tweets have exploded as well.

The second hot tweet.

[Who's the good boy?]

Third Weibo Topic

[Timespecial, Sheet]

Fourth Weibo Topic

[The state owes me such a man]

Article 5 Twitter Topic

[Punching in the face]

The fifth tweet is about the little flower dan.

Turn your comments under that little flower blog, "Joy, Beauty".

The comments I envied earlier were all ironically filled with bitterness.

Of course, Su Smoke never went to Twitter again.

Because about the content on Twitter, her table, her front and back, has been telling her constantly.

Su Smoke's table is full of regret.

“Ah, who the hell is that little one, why am I not a little one?! Why would my mother want me to call her Wang Fang? I'll have a baby in the future. Make sure she's called Wang Xiaobei. ”

Su Smoke glanced at the same table.

Follow me. Back row sounds too. Anger.

“The state owes me a boyfriend like that, I don't like it! ”

The gay table in the back can't hold it anymore. It's disgusting and sour.

“Yes, the state owes you both a father and a man. The state owes you everything. Did our country recruit you?? ”

When the voice dropped, I received a stare from all sides of my female compatriots.

“You don't know shit. ”

The lesbian instantly got angry and even beat up, finally the gay man at the table.

Of course, it wasn't just the same table, it was all the fellow men.

To this man named Times, they are sour and hateful.

After a while, Su Smoke heard someone comforting her with the miserable boy in the back row.

“Brother, what's so sad about this? Just say two words. ”

The man raised his head at the same table.

“Do you have anything worse? ”

The man hummed,

“My girlfriend, all my contact notes and avatars, they're all called Times, you know what my girlfriend calls me? ”

“What, what? ”

“Brother Shu..."

Guys at the same table, silent, probably pathetic, much better expression.

Follow me. Listen to the comforting man. He's a teeth biter.

“I kissed her, she was screaming with her eyes closed, did you say she liked me or did you think of me as a Timeshare double?? ”

Oh, that's a really sad question.

The gay guy patted the guy on the shoulder.

consolation

“Brother, you have to believe that she must love you. ”

They glanced at each other and then pulled out their phones, staring at the number one on the Twitter list.

It's very sour and runs beneath a special microblog and turns into black powder.

Then he was scolded by the fans of justice and hurried back to the net.

It's been a long day.

Su Yan headed home.