One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband

From the midnight battle to dawn.

Song Song finally failed to join the army, and surrendered softly: "It won't be, brother...I can't do it..."

"That's not going to work? Huh?" Gong Qing was still very brave, constantly smelting all kinds of traces of imagination on her body.

She was like a clear spring, and he couldn't wait to drink it all at once.

"Really...really not working!"

"Then dare to say I don't ~ lift?"

"No... I dare not!... Um!..."

Accompanied by the sound of the horns of the soldiers getting up in the morning, Song Song cried and screamed shortly, and he was sent to the top.

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Gong Qing stayed up all night and did heavy physical labor all night.

However, he was full of energy when he was done, put on his military uniform and went out very satisfied.

Song Songke was miserable. She had little physical strength and was unable to move by Gong Qing. She lay on the camp bed until noon before she gained strength.

Gong Qing applied ointment to the soles of the feet, and it no longer hurts so much.

She rinsed briefly and prepared to post a post on Weibo.

The thing that was slandered yesterday has such a big impact that she, the client, has to say something.

But, as soon as she logged in, she was frightened.

what? Did she read it right?

Her fans... when did they reach one million?

She quickly called Sister Na: "Weibo is not convulsed, right?"

Sister Na smiled, obviously in a very good mood: "Congratulations, Song Song. Millions of fans are a watershed, after the hurdle of millions of fans, you really start to become popular!"

The corners of Song Song's lips twitched: "Does black powder count?"

Sister Na laughed loudly: "Do you think that after Qiu Yingying knelt down to apologize yesterday, are there any people who don't have their heads as black fans?"

Song Song thought for a while, it was the same.

but……

"When we parted in the middle of the night, the number of fans was only a hundred thousand... I always felt that the skyrocketed so much overnight, and my heart was not at ease." Song Song stroked his heart.

Sister Na smiled: "I understand how you feel. You haven't won the jackpot. It is said that the person who won the lottery is in the same mood as you now. But you don't have to worry too much, you think, I came to support you last night There are a few hundred fans of "Little Cute", and there are hundreds of loyal fans among millions of fans. This ratio is normal."

Thinking of the little cuties who supported her late last night, Song Song's face showed a gentle touch: "Okay. I don't think about it."

Sister Na kept telling her: "You have to hurry up and publish a new book, know? You haven't finished the manuscript of the second volume, so don't go out these days, and draw it before school starts. When you enroll, Time is even more tight. There will be a series of press conferences and autographs... By the way, the company has also arranged an interview program for you. At that time, you will see if you want to appear on the scene, and if you don't want to, you will have a text interview...

Song Song listened to Sister Na’s arrangement, Zhu’s lips pressed, and couldn’t help interrupting her: “Sister Na, when did the company treat me so well? Mr. Wang seemed to lose his temper yesterday, saying that I was corrupt. Is the company reputation? He has Qin Weiwei holding a pillar, how could he be so kind and give me so many resources?"

Didn't Sister Na dream of talking nonsense?

Although she has cleared her grievances, she is not so naive, and she will be praised by the Imperial Capital from now on.

Sister Na was stunned for a moment, and suddenly her voice rose a few degrees: "Don't you know now? No, silly boy!"

"What's the matter?" Monk Song Song Zhang's second monk was puzzled.

What should she know?