The Most Popular Comedian [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 30 - Warm self-help

 

The hairs behind Rong Yuheng are about to stand up!

He intuitively felt that the situation was not right, and he wanted to take back those three good guy cards.

“No, I’m already a mature adult, I can wipe it myself.”

Wen Zeleng moved his fingers and held back, he took a small step back. Because of height and light, the pressure caused by the light is reduced a lot in an instant.

Rong Yuheng is full of guard, especially he hasn’t put on his shirt yet. The cold touch of the metal frame against the back irritated his scalp and made him barely maintain his calm mind.

He held the towel in front of him and blocked him, “You go back a little bit.”

Upon seeing this, Wen Zexuan immediately retreated “a little bit” obediently.

It’s a bit bigger than half a foot.

Rong Yuheng, “…” Wen Zezheng consciously.

Wen Zezhen reminded him, “Really dry it quickly, or you will catch a cold.”

Rong Yuheng hinted at him, “I can’t wipe it like you.”

Wen Zezhen, “Oh.” He retreated two meters away, and turned his back after thinking about it, “Is this all right?”

Rong Yuheng didn’t answer. His heart is messed up now, full of countless thoughts, such as:

Does Wen Zexuan greedy his body?

Does Wen Zexuan greedy his body?

Does Wen Zexuan greedy his body?

…

some type of.

The more Rong Yuheng thought about it, the more suspicious he became: Does the previous sentence “Don’t worry, there is still me” referring to him to dive into me?

While staring at Wen Zezheng’s broad back, he quickly wiped the sweat off his body with his backhand, and then bypassed Wen Zezheng, ran to the table and took the new clothes and drilled in.

When he finished drilling, he was about to yo-yo when he was called by Wen Zizhang, “Wait a minute.”

Wen Zezhen stepped forward and walked towards him.

Rong Yuheng’s heart choked, feeling suffocated.

In the next second he listened to Wen Zezheng saying, “Do you feel suffocated?”

Rong Yuheng was shocked instantly: Wen Zezhen can read mind!

Wen Zezong, “The clothes are worn backwards.”

Rong Yuheng, “…” I lost it.

He didn’t want to take it off anymore this time, so he directly retracted his hands into his sleeves, turned a cage like a drum washing machine for a half circle, turned the back to the front, stretched out both hands, and got out again.

Wen Zezong cast a concerned look, “Are you tired?”

Rong Yuheng meant something, “I didn’t need to be so tired.”

“…” Wen Zezhen knew he had made a mistake, and lowered his head in shame, but his eyes were still staring at him.

Rong Yuheng had never seen Wen Zezheng in this form, and he felt soft when he was confused.

“What is the look in your eyes?”

Wen Zezong closed his eyes lightly, “There is no look in his eyes.”