One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband Chapter 3464: Did a night of heavy manual labor

Fight from midnight to dawn.

Song Song was finally defeated and surrendered softly: "No way, brother... I can't do it..."

"That's not going to work? Huh?" Gong Qing was still very brave, and kept imprinting all kinds of imaginative traces on her body.

She's like a clear spring, and he can't wait to drink it all in one breath.

"Really...really can't do it!"

"How dare you say that I don't give a shit?"

"No...don't dare!...uh!..."

Along with the sound of the horns for the soldiers to get up in the early morning ~ drill ~ practice, Song Song cried briefly, and was sent to the top point by him.

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Gong Qing didn't sleep all night and did heavy physical labor all night.

However, when he was done, he was full of energy, put on his military uniform with great satisfaction, and went out.

Song Songke was miserable. Her little physical strength was so tormented by Gong Qing that she couldn't move. She lay on the camp bed until noon before she had the strength to get up.

The soles of the feet, which were smeared by Gong Qing with ointment, were no longer so painful.

She took a brief shower and was about to post a post on Weibo.

The matter that was slandered yesterday had such a big impact that she, the client, had to say a few words.

Yeah, as soon as she logged in, she was terrified.

What? Is she right?

When did her followers... reach one million?

She hurriedly called Sister Na: "Isn't Weibo convulsing?"

Sister Na smiled, obviously in a very good mood: "Congratulations, Song Song. One million fans is a watershed. After passing the threshold of one million fans, you are really starting to become popular!"

Song Song's lips twitched: "Does it count as a black fan?"

Sister Na laughed: "Do you think that after Qiu Yingying knelt down and apologized yesterday, is there still someone who doesn't grow a head to be a black fan?"

Song Song thought about it for a while, and the same is true.

But...

"When we separated in the middle of the night last night, the number of fans was only 100,000... I always feel that the number of fans has skyrocketed so much overnight.

Sister Na smiled: "I understand your feeling, you have never won a lottery. It is said that the lottery winner is in the same mood as you are now. But you don't have to worry too much, you think, come last night. There are hundreds of fans who support you, Xiaokai, 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, a touch of tenderness appeared on Song Song's face: "Okay. I'll stop thinking about it."

Sister Na kept instructing her: "You have to hurry up and publish a new book, you know? You haven't finished the manuscript for the second volume, so don't go out these few days, and draw it before school starts. Waiting for you Now that you are in school, the time is even tighter. There will be a series of press conferences and signings... By the way, the company has also arranged an exclusive interview program for you. When the time comes, we will see if you want to appear on the screen, and if you don't want to, you will have a text interview... …”

Song Song listened to Sister Na's arrangement, Zhu pursed her lips, and couldn't help interrupting her: "Sister Na, when did the company treat me so well? President Wang seemed to be losing his temper yesterday. Are you saying I ruined the company's reputation? He has Qin Weiwei as a pillar, how could he be so kind and give me so many resources?"

Sister Na is not dreaming and talking nonsense, right?

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

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

"What's wrong?" Monk Song Song Zhang Er was puzzled.

What should she know?