Thinking of Deer Fei Fei - Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

The hostess was in charge of the referee. When she blew her whistle, her cheeks were bulging like a puffer fish.

Fei Chang’s mouth was open for the small feeding bottle. The staff helped them fill the milk in advance. He just turned around—filled the milk into the next person’s bottle—and just returned.

But he thought the second step was too simple.

Behind him is a member of a purple-haired men’s team, officially tall at 1.85 meters.

He took the route of beautiful men, and heard that it was the eyeliner in the team.

The eyeliner laughed as soon as the two were close.

Giggle, giggle.

The smiling baby bottle couldn’t hold it.

The opponent’s bottle always hits Fei Chang’s bottle. Fei Chang really doesn’t understand. This man’s eyeliner is drawn so well, unlike the Parkinson’s patient?

Fei often dies.

He belongs to a particularly serious category.

Others are on the show for exposure, he is not, he really wants to play the game.

Even if you ca n’t win by eating chicken, there is a big difference between building a box and running two steps before being killed.

Fei often held his shoulders with both hands, pulled him closer, then bowed and poured the milk into the other’s bottle. But even then, more than half of the milk is still wasted.

In less than 50ml, less than 20ml is left.

The eyeliner turned back and forth and passed the milk to Chen Yueyang, who was behind him.

When they passed the milk, Fei Chang stood still and stared.

From his point of view, this scene is quite absurd.

His male **** was infinitely close by another man in front of him.

Chen Yueyang’s face was expressionless, and his eyelashes dropped slightly, blocking the discoloration in his eyes.

But in the eyes of good people, it was a bit shy before kissing.

The audience started to coax, and the hostess Jiao Didi said, “Wow, good eyes.”

Only Fei often saw that Chen Yueyang was disgusted to be so close to other men.

Fei Changle.

But thinking of himself as “other man”, Fei Chang was sad again.

They are Group A. They have been delayed in the eyeliner twice. Group B is almost 100ML. They are half of them.

Chen Yueyang covered Mai’s chest and said to her eyeliner, “You and me change positions.”

The eyeliner didn’t respond, and the silly said, “Ah? … but this is in order of height.”

Chen Yueyang didn’t have a tone: “Then I will propose to the show team to measure the height of the scene.”

“… you please, please.”

So when Fei Chang turned around with a milk bottle full of milk for the third time, he almost dropped the bottle.

What, what happened!

Why do the people behind him become brothers! !!

The giraffe trembled exaggeratedly and turned back subconsciously.

The audience laughed.

In the laughter, the giraffe turned back tremblingly again, and found that the people behind him were looking at him with helpless eyes.

Both were holding small bottles in their mouths and couldn’t speak.

Chen Yueyang slightly raised his head, his thin red lips moved, and signaled that Fei often passed the milk quickly.

Fei often dare not move.

Chen Yueyang pointed to Group B, and 120ML was passed there.

Fei often still dare not move.

Chen Yueyang smiled.

It’s weird, how could anyone hold such a stupid bottle and laugh so well.

In the eyes of everyone, Chen Yueyang leaned forward directly, pulled the tall man’s collar, and dragged him towards himself.

It was like spring catching the willow branch, letting it bend down and approach the spring.

They twisted slightly and didn’t face the seats. This was a bit like kissing on the borrow in idol dramas, but at least the filmmakers never did fake dramas.

The milk converges into a milky white water line, flows out from Fei Chang, and flows into Chen Yueyang.

They are so close to Fei that the reflection in the eyes of the male **** can often be seen.

In Chen Yueyang’s eyes, there was a baby giraffe burning all over the body.

Distressed, pathetic.

He followed his Tibetan antelope brother step by step, letting him bow his head, he bowed his head, pleased, humble, and looked at the object of his worship.

Fei Chang is tall, but in the presence of Chen Yueyang, he always puts himself very low.

No milk leaked after the milk was passed.

Chen Yueyang patted Fei Chang’s shoulder in the coax of the hostess, then turned around and passed the milk to the eyeliner.

Unfortunately, they lost in the end.

However, this kind of uncertainty is played in the game, and it would be boring to have all the books.

After the results were announced, the sponsor gave each of the winning teams a box of milk.

The prize was worth a few cents, but Chen Yueyang stared at the box of milk for a long time.

The host immediately asked: “Yue Yang seems to want a prize?”

Chen Yueyang casually gave himself a play: “I like drinking this brand of milk very much.”

He smiled and said the slogan of milk in front of the camera-he knows that the lens will never be reduced and can please the brand sponsors. He just lacks this “grounded” and not LOW brand endorsement.

The speaker is attentive, the listener is more attentive.

Standing in the last row as a decorative object, Fei Chang couldn’t help but fantasize about the scene of a brother drinking milk.

It’s like frame-by-frame playback in slow motion-

The youth’s throat knot rolled, and the fishy milk slowly swallowed into the throat. He might be drinking too fast, and accidentally sipped it, the milky liquid dripped down the corner of his lips …

Hehehehe !!

Fei Chang is very fortunate, he is now in the last row.

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