Chapter 797

Looking at the two people, although they buried each other in their mouths, they naturally sat together and began to feed each other with their own hands.

Nanyue couldn't help moving aside. Seeing Sheng Jingheng coming, he stretched out his hand to him.

Sheng Jingheng held her hand and naturally turned to clasp his fingers and sat beside her.

When Ling Hao trotted over, he found that the four people were abusing single dogs again.

"Brother, come and sit here." South Vietnam moved to Sheng Jingheng again, leaving a middle position.

Li Meijun also stopped feeding each other with you Tianlang, looked at him and said, "just send the video you just shot to the circle of friends. Don't send it to the microblog."

"Yes," Ling Hao took out his mobile phone and planned to watch the video again. If there was no problem, he would put it in the circle of friends. "Let's take a photo and send a microblog? Or just tomorrow? "

"Well," thought Li Meijun, "send it at nine o'clock. Your South sister will come out at nine twenty."

“OK！” Ling haobi made a gesture.

The Spring Festival Gala has always been a festive program with the theme of family fun. The chief director and other directors are among the best directors in China, and the top people perform on the stage.

Good looking is naturally good-looking, but there are few fluctuations and turns. It's easy to get sleepy when you look at it.

It was not easy to wait until the sketch program. At the beginning, I laughed a few times, and then there were all familiar network jokes and stems.

Li Meijun only felt that the melon seeds were tasteless, so she patted her husband on the back of his hand: "go and get something to drink."

You Tianlang made a noise, then let her go and went downstairs.

Ling Hao couldn't help saying, "why don't you turn down the TV and watch the online Spring Festival Gala?"

Looking at Li Meijun and Sheng Jingheng in South Vietnam, he nodded. He took the remote control to turn down the volume and turned up the sound of the two computers.

Although the live broadcast is synchronized, it sounds like an echo, but you can still make do with it.

When you Tianlang brought wine, drinks and a few cups, Ling Hao took out his mobile phone and asked several people to take a group photo.

With this uproar, his boredom and drowsiness were swept away.

This group photo was taken. It's to be sent to microblog.

Aware of this, South Vietnam made a little money, but it didn't take much effort. Sheng Jingheng took the initiative to let her go.

She coughed and whispered, "I promise, just this year."

Sheng Jingheng looked down at her: "it doesn't hurt. You can hide it all your life."

"No," Nan Yue immediately opened his eyes and resolutely retorted, "if you've been hiding, I don't know how many women will give you an idea, no, No."

Hearing this, Sheng Jingheng couldn't help laughing, then lowered his head slightly and said in her ear.

"I thought my children would never be jealous."

His voice was deliberately lowered and became more magnetic. The breath swirled around her ears and couldn't stand it.

Nanyue almost blushed, and then the rest of his eyes saw that the three people next to him looked at them, with surprisingly consistent smiles on his face.

She sat farther away, coughed softly and said, "teacher Sheng, it's time to take a picture."

"Yes." Sheng Jingheng raised his head and sat upright, as if the man who had just molested South Vietnam was not him.

Ling Hao looked at the two of them and couldn't help tutting, but he didn't say anything when Guan Xuan was their freedom.

He still sat in the middle, holding his mobile phone high with his selfie stick, and did not deliberately adjust the angle, so he took a group photo at will.