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Jin Yarong took the lace skirt, put it in front of him and compared it, looking up and asked, "How is it?"

The hem of this pink suspender lace skirt barely crossed Jin Yarong's thighs. It can be foreseen that if Jin Yarong put on this nightgown, she would expose her honey thighs generously.

Han Zidong took a step back with his right foot, his body slightly tilted back, and his hands were cross-legged in front of him, as if the woman in front of him was too dazzling, so that he could not look directly.

"No Mu swooped!"

"Ah~ You are really..."

Jin Yarong pursed her lips in a funny way, looked down at her nightgown. It was indeed very beautiful, but when she thought of some interesting plans, she hung back to the closet without any nostalgia.

"ah."

Han Zidong felt uncomfortable in an instant and glanced at the pajamas and pajamas that Jin Yarong picked up.

"Yarong, listen to me, the pajamas you hold in your hand are so ugly."

"Hahaha!"

Jin Yarong raised his chin and was very proud: "Kenchana, I like to wear ugly clothes."

Han Zidong also tried to convince Kim Yarong, but Kim Yarong didn't plan to give him another chance to speak. He held a ball of changing clothes and pushed him out of the bedroom while walking out.

After leaving the bedroom, the bathroom was in less than two steps. Jin Yarong stepped into the bathroom and was about to close the door.

Han Zidong hurriedly supported the door with his hands and shouted to her: "Ya Rong, didn't you agree to wash together?"

"What are you washing together? I'm very dissatisfied with your answer just now," Jin Yarong pushed Han Zidong away and pressed the door's right hand, waved his hand: "Go to cook, flower, heart, big, radish, carrot."

In the last five words, Jin Yarong bite it very hard, and after saying that, he directly closed the bathroom door.

Han Zidong took a few steps back and leaned against the wall.

Through the frosted glass, I saw a blurry figure, and I could vaguely see that the other party seemed to be taking off his clothes.

This hazy temptation is the most fatal because it leaves people with endless imagination space. He is an excellent painter with the richest image. He is so passionate that he can't wait to rush in.

In fact, Jin Yarong did not lock the door at all. As long as he went in with a shameless face, Jin Yarong would most likely not reject him. He even said a few sweet words, and the two of them could still complete the last step that had not been achieved.

But he still has to hand over the initiative to Kim Yarong. In terms of the relationship between the two, Kim Yarong has already made a lot of concessions. No matter how bad he is, he cannot leave any decency to the other party.

Uncomfortable!

Han Zidong clapped his hands, left the corridor, and returned to the restaurant.

The steamed fish was almost cooked and there was no need for him to take action. So he sat cross-legged onto the chair and entered Kakao's 91 group chat.

The idea of ​​91 group chat started with Goo Hara. After several new recruits, the number of group members has exceeded double digits.

Now in the group, in addition to the little assistant Kim Min-soo, there are also the group of people who are busy with Nakao Jo Hyun-young from the Rainbow Group, the Star Group of Jo Ya-young, Ji-yu, Bae Woo-hee, the Venus's Kwon Nara, the Jiu Muses' Park Min-hee, and the Crayon Group of Masked Skies's Busy Sho

未.

After thinking about it, he tagged Park Min-ho again and asked the opponent to pull the same team to join the group.

As soon as his news was sent out, Zhao Xianrong jumped out.

"We'll get together recently, it's not interesting to chat all the time."

Just chatting in the group is really like netizens. If you really want to get closer to each other, you still have to rely on offline dinners, fun, and real interpersonal communication.

Although it is impossible for everyone to see each other at that time, most people can definitely find the same year that is suitable for relatives.

Not to mention anything else, Kwon Nara and Zhao Yaying in the group got together several times in private, and Kwon Nara was also pulled into the group chat by Zhao Yaying.

"Han Zidong: Next month we will take the time to get together, @Zhao Yan, this is our Chrome Entertainment Xiaobune. Please take care of it.

Zhao Yi: Anihasai, I am Zhao Yi, the lead singer of Crayon Pop. Please take care of me.

Goo Hara: I’m still a little busy, and I’m talking as if I’m a little older than others.

Zhao Xianrong: Yes, I suggest that Han Zidong pay for the meal fee this time.

Zhilu: Same as above.

Pei Youxi: Same as above.

Zhao Yaying: Am I the same as I am, or refuse? Zhao Yaying scratched her head. GIF.

Kwon Nara: I have the same view as Yaying.

Park Min-ho: If we are so slapping Korean writers, won’t Korean writers be angry, right?

Biao Huimei: I'm abstaining from eating others!

Zhao Yi:...

Zhao Xianrong: I'm so soft-hearted? Aren't you recording a show today? What did you eat from Han Zidong?

Han Zidong: Just because you talk a lot, the current recording content of the program must be kept mysterious. For specific content, please pay attention to tomorrow's trailer, reject the giants, start with you and her."

The 91 group chat that made him worry-free was revealed. He opened Shin Yunzhu's chat box and just entered two words, he deleted them all and exited.

He scratched the screen with his fingers and found Park Chun-hyuk, the head of the Idol Entertainment IT Department, on the chat page, and explained his basic requirements for the enterprise-level office platform software.

Within the foreseeable time, he did not intend to bring this software to the market. The development of this software is mainly for internal office use and to ensure the privacy of chatting with several girlfriends. Therefore, the concurrent data of this software is destined not to

It will be too high, and the host will completely use a physical host.

Just as he and Park Chun-hyuk were talking to improve the product's functional requirements, a gust of fragrant wind floated from behind.

Following closely behind, Jin Yarong's head pressed against his shoulder: "Who are you chatting with?"

Han Zidong held up his cell phone openly and showed it to Kim Yarong: "Park Chun-hyuk, what's wrong? We Yarong is going to eat even the jealousy of men now?"

"Ah, our male relatives are about to soar."

Hearing Han Zidong's resentful words, Jin Yarong burst out laughing and the person also walked around Han Zidong's front.

Han Zidong only felt his eyes lit up, subconsciously put down his legs, stared at Jin Yarong straight, and all the unhappiness in his heart disappeared.

I saw Jin Yarong wearing that pink suspender nightgown, white collarbone and round long legs exposed very generously.

After taking a shower, her skin was as smooth as white jade, with a little pink and tender appearance, which was adorable.

"How is it? Does it look good?"

Jin Yarong leaned against the dining table, facing Han Zidong, and unconsciously grabbed the end of his hair with one hand, and circled his hair with his fingers. The thought of wanting to be praised was almost written on his face.

"Inside, swoosh."

Han Zidong took Jin Yarong's hand and pulled the other party into his arms.

Looking at Jin Yarong's slightly moist hair, he was about to speak when he saw somewhere, jumping restlessly as if he was not bound.

hiss!

He took a deep breath and naturally touched Jin Yarong's butt along his long legs.

It seems to be worn below.

Outrageous, what is this combination!

Her head was leaning between Jin Yarong's neck, smelling the other person's body fragrance, her lips kissed her smooth and tender skin, and said softly: "Didn't you say don't wear it?"

Jin Yarong smiled with a pursed lips: "Don't someone like this?"

Han Zidong felt happy and raised his hand to lift the long hair on both sides of Jin Yarong's face.

"You mean I like it, just wear it?"

"That's right," Jin Yarong sat closer, wrapped around his neck, and said seriously: "I'll wear the clothes you like to see. Where you like to see, I'll show you...

Don't hook up with others anymore."

Asi!

The person in his arms is so cute.

"Inside."

Han Zidong touched Jin Yarong's wet hair, hugged her and stood up, and slowly walked towards the bedroom.

Seeing that the two were getting closer to the bedroom, Jin Yarong looked flustered and bit her lip, and she was really struggling in her heart, and secretly regretted whether she had teased her too much just now.

But she didn't want to send herself out so easily, but she didn't want to keep rejecting Han Zidong, which made the other party disappointed in nothing.

Just when she was still thinking about the words, Han Zidong had already carried her to the bedside, and everything seemed to have lost its last chance.

He was nervously holding his legs and lowering his head, his heart was dancing like a drum beat. He grabbed the bed sheet with both hands tightly, listening to Han Zidong searching over there.

Just in case, the house has a box of battle clothes and put it in the drawer at the bottom of the bedside table.

But she begged Han Zidong not to find it, and the waiting time was always so long that for a moment, she also thought of indulging her directly, so she simply obeyed Han Zidong.

But this was her last confidence. Faced with such an existence called "national daughter-in-law", she had to raise her spirit.

However, the thunder and earth fire she expected did not happen, and a gust of heat from the hair dryer sounded in the bedroom.

Huh?

He looked up at Han Zidong, with a bright smile on his face. He stroked his long hair from the back of his head to his chest, took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed, with his back facing Han Zidong.

"hurry up."

"Inside~"

Han Zidong walked over in a small step and blew his hair on Jin Yarong's hair with a hair dryer.

Jin Yarong put his hands together and patted him gently, his body swaying slightly to the rhythm, and he felt very comfortable.

The power of the hair dryer is quite large. Even if you only turn on the small gear, a warm heat wave gently brushes across her face and blows into her nightgown.

The warm breath was like the man behind her who was blowing her hair for her. The blow made her heart warm, her whole body was numb, and her heart was very happy.

It was also from this moment that she recognized that the man behind her was the one who respected her the most besides her parents, and also the one she liked the most.

Han Zidong didn't pay much attention to Jin Yarong's heart throughout the whole process, and he threw himself on his proud chest. From time to time, he gently lifted the thin fabric with the heat waves of the hairdryer to feast his eyes.

As the prospective mother-in-law said, we, Yarong, have something that others don’t have, and are round and fair, and they look really good.

After blowing his hair dry, Jin Yarong pulled his slippers, got out of bed, hugged Han Zidong's face and kissed him randomly.

Finally, she aimed at Han Zidong's neck. She originally planned to kiss directly in a conspicuous position, but after thinking left and right, she gave up and sucked on the collarbone for a while before she let go of the other person with satisfaction.

Han Zidong held the mirror and touched the strawberry at the location of his collarbone: "Ah, are you a vampire?"

Jin Yarong didn't say anything, hugged him from behind, and gently hit his shoulder with his forehead: "Miana, I'll be gentler next time."

"Do you want to have a next time?"

Han Zidong turned around and raised his hand, slapped Jin Yarong on the butt: "I want you to look good sooner or later."

"It's not certain who wants who looks good."

The two of them came to the restaurant while fighting.

Han Zidong brought steamed tilapia, boiled cabbage, and Jin Yarong served two bowls of rice. The two sat on both sides of the dining table.

Just as he sat down, Han Zidong felt something rubbing his legs.

When he looked down, it was Jin Yarong, the restless guy, who was carrying his right foot and putting it into his trouser legs.

The dining table is relatively narrow, and two people, one is 1.8 meters tall and the other is 1.71 meters tall, and their legs are very long. Jin Yarong raised his feet very freely and reached into his right leg, trouser legs, and his feet were up and down.

Slide and massage his calves.

The smooth and smooth touch of the other person's soles of his feet made him distracted, and he lowered his head and pressed his eyebrows.

"Oh, have a good meal."

"What are you talking about?" Jin Yarong held his face in both hands and pretended to have a pure expression: "Oba, what are you talking about?"

Han Zidong laughed and laughed.

Even though she knew he was keeping the red line, she was still teasing him like this. Isn’t this bullying an honest person?

As he thought about it, he bent down, took off Jin Yarong's feet while he was not paying attention, and hugged them straight on his knees.

He looked up at the opposite side and said that he was worthy of being an active girl group. His body was very flexible. Although he was grabbed by his feet, Jin Yarong still maintained a calm expression on his face.

He touched Jin Yarong's soles with both hands, looked at Jin Yarong and asked, "Yarong, how do you feel?"

"What's going on, I don't know what you're talking about."

Jin Yarong shook her head, as if she was caught by someone else's feet.

Looking at the pair of pink soles in front of him, Han Zidong started playing with both hands.

I don’t know if I accidentally touched Jin Yarong’s laughter or if her patience had reached its limit, Jin Yarong suddenly covered her mouth and giggled.

Han Zidong looked up and said, "Ya Rong, what's wrong?"

Jin Yarong was still stubborn: "It's nothing, I just thought of something interesting."

She straightened her body and glanced at her. She glared straight at her left foot and rubbed her inside of Han Zidong's thigh.

I was convinced, I was eating, so why did I play with my feet?

Han Zidong put down Jin Yarong's feet, sat upright, and his legs naturally spread apart, away from Jin Yarong's teasing.

Jin Yarong licked the corner of her mouth with a funny look, became restless again, raised her right leg, and easily reached on Han Zidong's chair, with his right foot forward and backward, gently rubbing against Han Zidong's thigh.

Asi, it’s better not to eat this meal!

With a harsh thrill, Han Zidong's chair slid a step away, walked over quickly, and pulled Jin Yarong into the bedroom.

Although the two of them couldn't take the last step, they could still kiss and touch them. They hugged Jin Yarong and rolled onto the bed.

The two of them hugged each other and ate for a while before they separated.

Han Zidong lay on the bed and gasped heavily, his heart pounding. This feeling of forcing control to suppress himself was really uncomfortable.

At this moment, Jin Yarong crawled over and lay down on his arm.

"Oba, have you endured it very hard?"

“…”

"Why would I use there to solve it for you?"

Han Zidong raised his ears: "Where?"

Han Zidong was happy first and then sad: "No, I'm afraid I'll go to the hospital then."

Jin Yarong was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he smashed Han Zidong hard, then reached out and massaged the place she had just smashed and twice.

"Oh, it's not as serious as you said."

“…”

The room was quiet for about ten seconds, and Han Zidong suddenly became a little interested: "So do you want to give it a try?"

Jin Yarong raised his chin: "No, I'm afraid that someone will go to the hospital at that time."

Han Zidong held Jin Yarong's hand and shouted affectionately: "Yarong~"

Jin Yarong nodded with a funny look: "Okay, this time."

“…”