Chapter 132 Are you enjoying your happiness outside?

Zhong Jiuyin was held in someone's soft arms, even with the blanket.

Then the two stumbled and closed the door.

Her head was still covered, and her eyes were dark. She struggled to pull the blanket away and pushed Ai Yuanyuan away, and her hands, feet and mouth were output at the same time.

"I can't breathe anymore, I can't breathe anymore! Beautiful Yuanyuan, don't be so enthusiastic!"

Ai Yuanyuan wanted to subdue her, and she used 100% strength to do so. She didn't dare to be distracted at all, and she didn't believe her words, so she tightly held her arm.

From the camera perspective, they are like the heroine in the American drama and the cannon fodder drunk who is still angry with her head covered by kraft paper.

...The sin, Zhong Jiuyin has been like this, and the image in everyone's mind is actually the category of perpetrators.

After a while, Zhong Jiuyin's struggle was a little smaller. Ai Yuanyuan tried to relax her hand, then freed up one hand and entered the blanket like lightning to touch the gold coin sticker behind her.

But Zhong Jiuyin was prepared for it, and she instantly shrank down like a boneless rotten flesh.

Ai Yuanyuan's hand only touched her hair, and then she shrank out of the blanket.

Ai Yuanyuan hugged her for a while and subconsciously took the blanket down. As soon as she caught it, Zhong Jiuyin had already stood up, quickly grabbed her wrists, pushed her back and back, and finally "duang" and was thrown on the bed.

Things in a moment are so fast that they cannot be stopped.

"The strategy you discussed is OK. You can defeat them one by one, right? Poor Brother Yan Cheng was dragged into the room by two men and was suffering from inhuman abuse. You are so cruel!"

Ai Yuanyuan: "...Don't talk so strangely, okay? We call taking a strong opponent solemnly and seriously."

"What about me?" Zhong Jiuyin pressed her arm and asked, "Am I not strong? Your personnel allocation has greatly insulted my strength! This is exactly the failure of your plan!"

Her long hair tied up high and swept down, sweeping across Ai Yuanyuan's neck, itching and whizzing.

Ai Yuanyuan now feels that she is the pet hamster on the Internet who is about to go for MRI.

It was not Yan Cheng who suffered inhuman abuse at all!

"You said this greatly insulted my strength!" Ai Yuanyuan said with great force on her neck.

Zhong Jiuyin looked down at her and asked seriously: "Is there any? That may be because you were torn too fast in the previous two issues, and I don't have time to learn about your strength."

Ai Yuanyuan: "...Don't insult me! If you have the ability, we will fight for a fair, just and openly!"

"You think beautifully, I'm not a fool who pursues the pursuit of benevolence." She knelt on one leg and pressed Ai Yuanyuan's arm instead of her hand. The free hand patted her face like a bandit.

After taking a photo, he slid down and touched the sticker on her shoulder.

"Your plan is good, but the personnel allocation is unreasonable. Look, let you deal with me alone. Isn't this giving me gold coins?"

"No tearing!" Seeing that the gold coin sticker was touched, Ai Yuanyuan suddenly rioted, like a loach that had been in a pot, and struggled with her hands and feet.

It hurts quite a bit when his legs are pushed against him, and Zhong Jiuyin has to increase his strength to suppress her.

The two of them flipped and punched and kicked on the bed, and in order to keep their gold coins, their hands never relaxed for a moment.

But it is impossible to keep going like this stalemate, and the broadcast will soon usher in the peak period of broadcasting.

"Yan Cheng lost a gold coin sticker."

"Ai Yuanyuan lost a gold coin sticker."

"Yuan Yi only has one gold coin sticker left."

"Zhong Jiuyin lost a gold coin sticker."

Didi, there was a prompt sound of smart arm rings in both rooms, but no one listened to it. The five-minute position display is meaningless at present. Everyone is fighting to the death, so there is no time to pay attention to this.

Five minutes and five minutes, and several five minutes passed, half of the photographers who were discarded in the corridor had nothing to take. They yawned two or three times. After waiting and waiting, a little noise came from a room.

It was Zhong Jiuyin who rushed out of the room, grabbed a freshly torn sticker in his hand, ran out and closed the door with his backhand.

However, Ai Yuanyuan inside also grabbed the door handle. One mile away, the two of them were like tug of war and no one allowed to let each other.

The radio came to announce that Ai Yuanyuan had lost the second sticker. Ai Yuanyuan was stimulated and shouted, and he actually raised his foot to the door frame, and the pulling force suddenly increased.

"You can't walk easily after taking my gold coins!"

Zhong Jiuyin was caught off guard and was pulled in a few steps, almost unable to stop the soles of her shoes.

The brakes were not very stable when the foot was moving, so she had to pedal on the door frame and finally pulled them back one inch.

The director was about to suffocate the door handle that was about to be scrapped and the two footprints that would definitely be left on the wall.

"If the door handle is broken, you will be compensated!"

Is this a tug of war? This is a bull pull!

Zhong Jiuyin and Ai Yuanyuan turned a deaf ear and were still competing.

The director had to say something else, and when the door opposite was opened, Yan Cheng rushed out and used the same method, grabbing the door handle and trying hard to close the door.

Seeing Zhong Jiuyin's posture, he followed suit and kicked on the door frame, one person tried his best to fight against the two people inside.

Fortunately, someone could hear the director's roar. Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi obviously did not use this method of destroying the decoration, so Yan Cheng was able to close the door with a "clang".

Shortly separated from the two robbers.

It was only brief, and his arm was tightly holding the door handle, not giving the person inside a chance to unscrew it.

Because I tried too hard, my arms were tight and I stretched out the fabric of my clothes.

"Clang--" Zhong Jiuyin finally closed the door, held the handles tightly against both sides of the door frame, and was still free to say hello to Yan Cheng.

"You actually escaped," she took a breath, "I'm ready to solve the problem and Ai Yuanyuan will help you get revenge. For this reason, I have thought about many exquisite one-kill three-plans."

Yan Cheng believed that she was the king of cakes. Isn’t this the same thing as “I will repay you for your great kindness in the next life”? He was not dead, so how could he save him earlier?

and--

Yan Cheng glanced at her messy clothes and hair, the smile on the corners of her mouth, and the gold coins stacked on her shoulders, looking like she had enjoyed service in the room.

He asked blankly: "Your plan to revenge is that I am beaten inside, and you are enjoying your happiness outside?"

Zhong Jiuyin opened his eyes wide: "Why do you say this? I was covered by a powerful opponent from the sky and hit me for a while before I struggled out, just by relying on my firm belief in saving you!"

Yan Cheng: "A strong opponent? Did Tombe flew over your head when he filmed "Mission Impossible"?"

"What?"

Ai Yuanyuan inside the door shouted loudly: "Brother Yan Cheng! I heard it! You are insulting me! You are calmly insulting me with you!"

Yan Cheng was silent for a second, and then he wanted to speak, but the door handle was suddenly twisted, and Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi cooperated to open the door again.

This would not work at all. Yan Cheng's voice increased and said to Zhong Jiuyin: "Run to the safe room! At least take a rest first!"
Chapter completed!