Adults think, how does this young man look like a master, this is your future object, if you say that you are not handsome, let me arrange it for you The strategy system thought so in his heart, and then prayed that Zhi Yun'er would be able to see the appearance of the young man in the photo.
Zhi Yun'er looked at it a few times, and said in her heart, you delicate little thing, even asked Lao Tzu what a dead man looks like, do you want Lao Tzu to open his eyes and talk nonsense Then the strategy system heard Zhi Yun'er picking and choosing, and said uprightly, "It's very handsome, it looks like Lao Tzu's dish, but his smile is too melancholy, although he has a light smile, he still can't hide the injured look in his eyes." ” As she spoke, Zhi Yun'er sighed softly, put the photo on the bedside table, snorted arrogantly, and said again, "Well, everyone is dead, do you tell Lao Tzu that this guy is handsome or not, is it interesting to sleep?"
Zhi Yun'er lifted the quilt, covered her head, hummed and fell asleep.
The strategy system bites the handkerchief: Master, you hate it, why can't you discuss the dead Don't you know that there are souls in this world The strategy system silently closed its mouth and shut down the computer.
It's a little cold.
This is the first feeling of Zhi Yun'er after falling asleep.
"Hmm" With a muffled snort, she couldn't breathe because she wanted someone to press her.
Her lips were choked tightly by something cold, and something was roaming around her.
Finally stopped at the center of her leg.
"Nope."
With her eyes closed, I don't know if it was a dream or reality, Zhi Yun'er seemed to see that a young man in a clean white shirt took her hand and walked into the marriage room with her, and then Her body was like a lonely boat, floating helplessly on the sea, swaying, I don't know how long it took, the person on her body pulled away, her whole person seemed to be drained of strength, and her consciousness fell into a deeper sleep.
This sleep, I slept for another three or four hours.
When Zhi Yun'er woke up again, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.
Zhi Yun'er suddenly remembered that today's novel chapter had not been updated, so she quickly found her laptop and prepared the codeword.
The strategy system watched her movements, and said quietly, cough cough cough.
Zhi Yun'er ignored her, addicted to code words, and couldn't extricate herself.
The strategy system strives to find a sense of existence in Zhi Yun'er's eyes, cough cough cough.
Grown-ups.
Zhi Yun'er didn't say anything, her hand quickly tapped on the keyboard, and after a while, a novel of several hundred words had taken shape.
Zhi Yun'er took the time to sort out her, "If you have something to say, say it quickly, if you have a fart, don't disturb Lao Tzu's code words" The strategy system said that his young heart was very traumatized, and he couldn't help but mutter, Adult, is it so important to write a novel, who is important compared to your cute little angel Zhi Yun'er replied very indifferently, "Is it comparable?"
Strategy system: The heart is violently 1008611.
Wow, my lord, you're so bad, it's not cute at all "Codewords make me happy, I love codewords, and codewords love me too."
Zhi Yun'er said while typing.
Strategy system [covering my heart]: This, it hurts here.
Violence x1008611.
The strategy system took a sip of water and calmed down, and asked suspiciously, Don't you think, adult, is it weird on you She seemed to see the big guy just now.
I don't know if it's an illusion.
Zhi Yun'er shook her head, "What's the blame":