Chapter 82

Lu Qianli smiled and said, "good brother, can you take some photos of the base for me..."

SOG team is rich but mysterious. The internal photos of the base have never been released so far.

"No."

Li Qinian refused cleanly.

Lu Qianli deliberately pinched his throat and said in a thin voice: "you are heartless and unreasonable!"

[thank you. Your fist is hard]

[constipation for many days, and now I finally spit it out]

[a little green, calm down. Empress Zhenggong is still watching!]

"It's broadcast today. I can't broadcast it tomorrow. See you next weekend."

Despite the retention of fans, Li Qinian patted his ass and left decisively. He looked like a scum man ruthlessly.

She looked at dark's head and reached out to open the dialog——

[whisper: thanks today]

Didi, there is a reply.

[dark. Matter: not necessary]

Li Qinian was used to his cold boss style and didn't feel embarrassed.

[Whistler: I'll go first]

[dark: Hmm]

Li Qinian turned off the computer and shook his head: "dark's tone is steel straight man. I don't know what these silly fans think."

Can straight men like men?

impossible!

Any CP powder, drag it out and wash your head!

——

"Brother Wang, why did you give whisper a head today?"

Lu Qiannei's expression was deformed due to entanglement. A handsome face was twisted into a twist. Finally, curiosity overcame fear. As soon as his eyes were closed, he sent the news.

At this time, it was late at night. Jiang Wang sat on the sofa with a lamp, with a thick stack of documents at hand. The empty and huge room was like a giant beast, swallowing his lonely back.

"Buzzing, buzzing..."

The mobile phone vibrated. After he unlocked it, he saw the message sent by Lu Qianli.

Why give whisper a head?

He doesn't know.

Send it if you want.

Jiang Wang: have you finished your homework?

Lu Qianli looks forward to opening the dialog box. The purpose is to ask questions from Jiang Wang's cruel soul!

Lu Qianli: I'll go now. You just think I didn't ask!!

Crazy left a few expression packs and disappeared thousands of miles away.

Jiang Wang put down his mobile phone, his long eyes drooped slightly, and rubbed his swollen temples.

The contents of the pages of the document were like a soldering iron, engraved in his mind and could not be forgotten if he wanted to.

A large amount of information poured in, making his body slightly uncomfortable.

He is ill.

He always knew.

An ordinary person's brain automatically filters out unimportant information, but his brain remembers everything.

The bird flying in the sky, a small blue flower on the roadside, and the little girl crying in the fast food restaurant holding her mother's hand.

161 days ago, it was cloudy and the temperature was 15-21 degrees Celsius. He drove through 39 intersections. A blue sports car with license plate No. 337489 was cool. The huge engine sound made passers-by turn back frequently, causing a group of little boys to exclaim. He even clearly remembered the surprised and excited look on each little boy's face when he turned back.

Yesterday, all kinds of things were vividly remembered. All the pictures in his mind were like playing movies, over and over again.

He is an alternative monster.

Outside the window is the opening night, and the long summer wind blows the darkness in through the window.

The huge study was engulfed by darkness. It was like an old ship sailing at sea, creaking in the strong wind.

The desk lamp on the desk has become the only light source in the darkness, like a lighthouse on the sea, struggling with the darkness weakly but stubbornly, unwilling to go out for a long time.

He suddenly remembered the man's smile.