Seeing that it was already late at night, that guy hadn’t come yet. Tie Butian was a little upset, so he simply opened some memorials for approval and found something for himself. But he couldn’t calm down. That bastard, after saying that in the afternoon, there is no shadow of the champions league, where did he fool around? Parimatch himself is here waiting for him, but…if he does come…what? Thinking of this, His Majesty the Emperor’s pretty face was full of hot, hot blushing. With a creak, the door opened. A figure flashed in quickly. “You’re back.” Tie Butian was replying to the 22Bet memorial, holding the vermilion chelsa pen for a long time without writing, but Chu Yang opened the door and came in, and immediately achieved results: the betting vermilion pen did not hold the flashscore firmly, and he was ruthless on the Betking memorial clicked. “Why don’t you go to bed so late?” Chu Yang was a little puzzled, and then he was relieved: “Could it be that you are waiting for me?” “Hmm, dealing with the memorial man city, memorial. Good thing.” Chu Yang smiled and walked over, but as he approached, Tie Butian felt weak all over his body, and seemed a little weak for no reason. “Your Majesty, it’s late at night. Don’t be so busy.” Chu Yang hugged her slender waist from behind, put his lips on the small crystal ears, gently sucked the earlobe, and twitched it with the tip of his tongue flexibly : “Is it okay to let this humble official wait for His Majesty to go to bed?” “Who…who wants you to serve.” Tie Butian resisted weakly. But the next moment, there was a whisper, and those big hands were warm. It has been touched from his waist. One in each hand, he held the towering chest in front of his chest and kneaded it gently. Tie Butian suddenly went limp