Early the next morning, Yang Kun woke up leisurely under his own biological clock. Last night, Yang Kun and Jin Yarong had a lingering affair, and their relationship was sublimated in all directions. Jin Yarong's figure is really good, and her skin is very smooth, especially her slender legs are also very popular.

Although Yang Kun woke up, he couldn't move at all. Because Jin Yarong was pressing half of her body, she hugged Yang Kun's abdomen and pillowed his chest, as if she was hugging a Mrs. Bamboo.

Yang Kun was afraid that if he moved a little bit bigger, she would wake her up. So he cautiously reached out and grabbed the phone on the bedside table to check the time. At half past nine, it was no different from the previous biological clock. Yang Kun began to get up cautiously, preparing to go to the bathroom.

He gently lifted Jin Yarong's hand. Just when he saw that he was about to take it away, Jin Yarong suddenly pressed his hand back with great effort, and then she let out a little laugh: "Hey."

At this time, Yang Kun realized that she had already woken up on her chest. Yang Kun patted Jin Yarong's hand on his lower abdomen: "I have to go to the bathroom."

Speaking, Jin Yarong hugged Yang Kun tightly with a hint of aegyo: "You are not allowed to go!"

Yang Kun said depressedly: "Ah, believe it or not, I'm on the bed..."

Before Yang Kun had finished speaking, Jin Yarong, who was holding Yang Kun, slapped him on his abdomen, slap, his voice was very loud, but it didn't hurt. Yang Kun said with a smile: "If you fight again, you will really come out."

After Jin Yarong laughed twice, Yang Kun let go to the bathroom.

Yang Kun went to the bathroom and went back to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and put on his underwear: "Since you wake up, don't sleep on the bed. I will find one of your sportswear first. I should be able to wear it. Got it."

Jin Yarong nodded and said, "Well, there is an ‘L’, you can find it."

Because of her height, Jin Yarong wants to wear a little looser, so she will buy some men's ‘L’ sizes for home clothing such as sweaters.

The general model of ‘L’ is between ‘175-180’ depending on the brand. Although Yang Kun of ‘175’ is a bit small, he can also wear it well. And if it’s ‘180’, it’s very suitable.

Yang Kun said to Jin Yarong when he went to the cloakroom in his underwear, "Come out for breakfast after washing."

Yang Kun went to the cloakroom and chose a sports suit, and went to the living room to prepare breakfast. What he made was a simple Western breakfast. The slices of bread were put in the bread machine for a test. Two fried eggs were paired with luncheon meat and bacon.

When Yang Kun was standing on the stove and frying eggs, Jin Yarong had already packed up and came out. In the morning, she had no makeup at all, and her long hair was tied into a ponytail.

With a smile, she came to Yang Kun's back and hugged it, wrapped Yang Kun's waist and abdomen, and then leaned her head on his back. While Yang Kun held a shovel in one hand and looked at the eggs in the pot to prepare the wrong side, one hand was placed on the back of her hand around her waist and abdomen.

Yang Kun said softly, "Are you hungry?"

Jin Yarong affixed to Yang Kun's back and responded softly: "I'm a little hungry. By the way, can I warm up the spicy chicken feet I bought last night?"

Yang Kun was a little surprised and said, "Can your stomach stand this kind of spicy food early in the morning?"

The main problem is that the spicy chicken feet she ordered yesterday was very spicy. Early in the morning, slightly spicy food is acceptable, but it is very spicy early in the morning? ?

"Isn't it going to be ten o'clock soon? It's brunch now, and it's okay to eat a little spicy food."

Yang Kun said, "Eating such spicy food in the morning is not good for the stomach. Let's eat it at noon? How about it? And I'm ready here."

"All right. By the way, there are five dumplings left in the refrigerator. You can warm them up for me."

Yang Kun nodded and said, "Take it out."

Yesterday Yang Kun didn't eat a few Xiaolongbao himself, and Jin Yarong ate a beef pie, so there were five Xiaolongbao left.

"Yeah." Jin Yarong let Yang Kun go to the refrigerator and took out the dumplings left over from yesterday. After Yang Kun fried the eggs, he heated the buns to her.

Breakfast was prepared, and the two sat in the dining room drinking coffee and eating breakfast. While biting the bun, Jin Yarong looked at Yang Kun tenderly, and he responded with tender eyes. Looking at the oil stains on the corners of her mouth when she was biting the buns, Yang Kun smiled and took a piece of paper to wipe the corners of her mouth.

Jin Yarong smiled softly at Yang Kun: "Hehe, Oppa..."

Before Jin Yarong had finished speaking, Yang Kun's phone rang. It was the call from his Huaxia mobile phone. Yang Kun answered, "Brother Wei."

"You sent me the video of the school team's soundtrack yesterday. It's finished. Do you want to send it to you?"

Yang Kun said, "Send it over!"

"Okay. Wang Yu said that the racing video is almost edited. It can be completed in the afternoon with subtitles. Does this video need English subtitles?"

Yang Kun responded: "If you want to upload the tubing, you must have English subtitles!"

"Understood, I'll tell him. The file has been sent to you, please log in to check it out."

"Okay, let's do this first." Yang Kun hung up the phone. Jin Yarong said, "What's the matter?"

Yang Kun replied: "It's nothing. Just the video and audio track I passed through yesterday asked them to make the school team. I just said that it was sorted out and sent it to me."

.......

At noon in China, Kun Yang's video was updated, and after this video update, it quickly appeared in hot searches. This is a video of singing, and it was sung with the original singer.

"Brother Kun is a real cow! Did you really go to IU? And did you sing together?"

"Brother Kun, what kind of background do you have in Korea? Can you sit and sing with Li Zhien?"

"Worship the boss! Actually actually came into contact with Li Zhien?"

"Jin Yarong from the last video, and Li Zhien from this video! I can only sigh the cowhide of Brother Kun!"

"Why are they all Korean idols? Would you just kneel and lick the stick?"

"Singing together is also called kneeling and licking? The term kneeling and licking is very versatile. If you don't go to work and **** on a paid basis, is it kneeling and licking the boss? Why do you want to eat in a restaurant and not eating at home? Do you want to kneel and lick your meal? Boss. Why do you want to talk to the female staff in the office, and you can tell at a glance that it is a licking dog who only knows to kneel and lick women? Why do you want to fall in love, do you know licking when you see a woman?"

"The brain circuit is strange. With a Korean woman is to kneel and lick the stick, with a Japanese woman is to kneel and lick the cherry blossoms, with an American woman is to kneel and lick Europe and the United States. With a Chinese woman is to lick the dog, uh, maybe lick the dog. One level higher?"

"Who can tell me how to call it not to lick? Maybe it's only happily fencing with a man, then it can't be called a lick! As long as you are with a woman, it is a monster licking!"

"Sometimes I really don't understand that idols who like Korea or Japan are kneeling and licking. But those who like Taylor are inexplicably better than others?"

"The "Night Letter" sung by Brother Kun and Li Zhien together is very nice to me. Is there a sound source? Brother Kun."

Driven by Li Zhien, Yang Kun's video was uploaded to Xiaopo Station, the oil pipe, and soon broke 100,000 views. Netizens here in South Korea, after seeing the singing of Yang Kun and Li Zhien, they all expressed their feelings that their singing is so beautiful.

Many people went to the official website of ‘IU’ to ask for the chorus version of the sound source.

After Yang Kun had breakfast, he sat in the living room and slowly painted, while Jin Yarong himself took out his easel to continue his snow scene, and the two sat quietly in the room to paint.

Until the two paintings reached noon in Seoul, Jin Yarong said: "Oba, I'm hungry."

Yang Kun looked at his painting, put away his paintbrush and said, "Okay, I'll heat you up, your spicy chicken feet. Do you want ramen? I will cook a pack of ramen for you?"

Jin Yarong smiled brilliantly: "Yes, yes, hahaha~~ By the way, what do you have for lunch?"

Yang Kun thought for a while and said, "I can just eat some egg fried rice. Didn't the spicy chicken feet go with rice last night?"

Yang Kun got up and went to the kitchen, and began to warm up lunch for her, while Jin Yarong also put down the paintbrush in his hand and went to the restaurant to sit, holding his mobile phone and began to scan the video uploaded by Yang Kun's studio. Of course, she didn't go to see the Xiaopu Station, but on the oil pipe.

She opened Yang Kun's video and saw it. It has already had 300,000 clicks: "Hey? The video of you and Li Zhien sang together. It took less than two hours to upload, why is it 300,000? "

Yang Kun smiled when he heard it and said, "Is the tubing? It's all three hundred thousand? That only proves that Li Zhien's appeal is strong."

"Let me read the comments for you."

Yang Kun said with a smile: "I rarely go to watch any comments, because I only look at the data when I make a video, not the comments."

Of course, Yang Kun knew in his heart, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com's own video cannot be liked by everyone. So many people who don't like it come up with malicious and slow attack language. And maybe there are messages to greet family members too!

But Yang Kun never looked at the comments because it didn't make sense. He only needs to know how his data is. After all, the final income of the video depends on the data.

Just like many people who write about the Internet, the stories they write may not meet everyone's expectations. However, some people feel that they have not written their expectations. I don't want to read it, and just choose to close it.

But some people like to leave a message and say: "What kind of stuff do you write. Your name is net text?"

There are also some stories, some are just in line with what the author thinks, but not what he thinks in his heart, so he left a message again: "What kind of **** did you write? It's a brain damage?"

If it doesn't meet his expectations, he will tell everyone that you don't want it.

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