Chapter 563

Joss jumped out of bed and really wanted to hit him hard, but when he saw the wounds on his body, they were almost good, so he had no choice but to dip into the water, but it was still very ferocious. Although it was not big and deep, there were many, thin and dense, all traces left by the glass penetrating into the skin.

Joe thought of patting his hand, instead of touching it. He swept his finger across his wounds, and his anger dispersed.

She took the blow, sat him down, stood in front and helped him blow.

Jing zhehan knew that she was soft hearted, so he put his hand around her and buried his face in her chest.

Her hands tightened her waist.

Jos was held by him so that he couldn't move. The hair dryer couldn't reach his hair. She knocked him: "don't move."

The man didn't feel anything, but he opened his mouth and bit the soft meat on her chest.

Because in the room, wearing only the least clothes, joss felt her legs soften, her chest itch and ache, and her ears burn.

"Jingchihan, no way." She gasped and pushed him.

The man stubborn for a while, see she really don't agree, can only sigh, retreat and beg next: "don't mess, just hold."

This man's words can't be believed.

Joss kept shaking his head: "let go."

Jing chihan grinds for a while, but recently, he wants to be dissatisfied. He moves his hands too many times, and he has no credit value. Finally, he doesn't coax Jos, and she just escapes.

Joss flushed and threw the blow to him: "blow it yourself."

Then he went into the bathroom to take a bath.

Jing chihan was staring at the bathroom door for a long time. The more itchy he felt, he couldn't help getting up and went to the door.

However, the door was locked from the inside and could not be opened.

At the moment, the bathroom also heard the sound of water, heat, from the crack in the door.

Jing zhehan reluctantly goes back to his chair and takes a hairdryer. He has no spirit to blow his hair.

When Jos finished washing out, Jing chihan was leaning against the bed to watch his cell phone.

Joss narrowed his eyes and climbed to bed

The man breathed and showed her the screen.

He's playing kill the stars.

Jos chuckled, leaned over and hugged her waist: "husband, don't be so aggrieved. I just don't want you to work too hard. You need more rest now. It's fun to kill the stars. You can pass the time without wasting your mind."

"Fee." For the first time, the man said, "the more difficult it is to get to the back, the less points you can make. You need to judge the color of the stars. If you accumulate more points in a large area, the more points you can get."

What he said was right, as if he had really studied the game thoroughly.

He has only played for two days and has already played for more than 50000 points. In other words, he is very likely not to die at all?

And she also played, played for a year, died countless times, the highest is only 35000.

All of a sudden, the IQ gap, like a gap.

Jos's face turned red. He grabbed his mobile phone and unloaded the star. He said calmly, "don't play such a game. I'll give you a bubble dragon."

Jing chihan rubs his eyebrows. He doesn't want to play these children's puzzle games.

If you have children, you can play with them, but now.

He can't help but droop his head and look at the woman in her arms. In many versions of Paopaolong, the woman who chose to go around, reached her back and pinched the soft meat around her waist.

He's been through a lot of making kids.

Jos trembled, squinting and looking up at him.

A man's face is calm: "wrong hand." Said, but did not take his hand away.

Joss took a deep breath and asked softly, "it's like you haven't slept in the old house's study."

Jing zhehan's hand, quietly took back.

Jos finished the game, opened it and handed it to him.

Jing chihan, listening to the children's music in the game, feels a sudden pain in his temple.

Let Jing zhehan play the game, while joss himself holds his notebook and starts to read the materials. He takes several projects from the five departments, including simple ones and complex ones. But at present, they are all short-term and there is no particularly big case.

Now the Department has been divided into seven groups, with a total of about 20 people. Seven groups are divided, with only two people in each group. Yu Liang and Chen Su Su now have to follow about three groups, Zhao Yang follows one group, and make up for other people's lack of time.

As the end of the month approaches, they are much less than the other four. Even in the first month, they can't make a big splash, and they can't delay.

Even if it's a new Department, it's justifiable for the delay, but joss is so strong that he wants to rush up.

Office colleagues are nervous, although not to the extent of overtime every day, but we have not been off duty on time for a long time.

In this case, Jos, the minister, must be under more pressure than others.

While playing the game, Jing chihan looked at his notebook and saw that Jos was doing well. He didn't need any advice. It was even more boring. What's fun about the game? Finally, he quit and started to micro blog.

Microblog is also at best to see the news, other he is not interested.

Open the microblog, found another 10000 fans, 5000 forwarding, 10000 comments, hundreds of private messages.

He didn't have the spirit to cancel the hint, and he didn't click in to see it. After watching several hot social news, he wanted to turn it off.

But it's only half past nine. I can't sleep after I turn it off.

Then click into the home page and send a new blog.

——Do you have games that don't cost your brain and are difficult to pass?

This blog post came out, but in a second, more than 100 comments have come out.

——Surprise the local tyrant, surprise the local tyrant.

——Attention from all departments, the local tyrant appears, and he appears again.

——Games? Moat is a man, playing League of heroes, of course.

——Warcraft is old and strong.

——The sword laughs three times without saying anything.

——Zhu Xian is proud of independence.

——StarCraft is watching you.

——Is there anything else to dominate the world besides mine sweeping?

——Say Minesweeper, don't leave after school, let's talk about life.

——Come here, Minesweeper. I promise I won't kill you.

Jing chihan watched for a while, but there were too many kinds to choose.

Finally, he stares at a name called "river and lake flow" and thinks it's familiar to him. It seems that Xue Hui is playing this. Last year, Xue Ling said that Xue Hui was a net worm.

He quietly quit Weibo, opened his notebook and began to search for the game.