While there was no one at home, Lao Zhao also took a break from his busy schedule to take a nap.

Although it is not as good as the teacup to make wolfberry, as the saying goes, only the exhausted cows are not plowing broken fields, and they feel comfortable in and out, but afterwards, the back is still sore.

Anyway, it is considered middle-aged, and your own energy is definitely not comparable to when you were young.

Therefore, Lao Zhao slept happily on the big bed in the master bedroom.

Scented fragrance.

Well, this is the tempting fragrance of the wife and sister-in-law (crossed out of this section).

The double bed in the master bedroom was so comfortable. Lao Zhao was curled up in the quilt in his dream. Xia Zhi, who was tall, had a bit of literary and artistic style, walked over with a lewd smile on his face, holding a lit candle in his hand.

Lao Zhao felt aggrieved and wanted to look heroic, but there was a sound of smashing the door outside.

Turning his head and looking at the door of the master bedroom.

Xia Shi, who was holding a whip in her hand, rushed in.

He was about to say that his wife would save me, but he was shocked to find that Ruth and Daisy, the young women and sisters, held high in their hands, and rushed in with hundreds of confidants behind him.

He was still shouting, wanting him to know how... it feels good to be stuffed?

"Bang bang bang bang."

But the knock on the door was still heard in my ears.

Old Zhao was immediately awakened and sat up on the bed panting, staring at the empty bedroom in a daze, and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay." He wiped his cold sweat: "It's a dream."

Thinking about it, Lao Zhao suddenly felt a chill that penetrated his tail vertebrae.

Even if you dream, it won't work.

After all, dreams can become reality.

Especially when I think of the confidants whom I had been unfaithful, they have already come to the door to establish a space-time management bureau, intending to invade the earth and completely tie him up.

If you really tied it up, you might be filled. Although Jay Chou’s songs are nice, they are too desolate.

Old Zhao swallowed and spitted: "Absolutely not!"

"Bang bang bang bang."

But the door was knocked a few more times.

"Boss? Boss!" The security door outside was waiting a little impatient, and shouted outside the door in a rough voice: "Are you awake? There is a guy named Xiaojian outside and said to look for you! I told you to see you or not?"

"Ah?" Old Zhao rubbed his face to wake up: "Little room?" He quickly realized that after all, he was the owner of an Internet cafe whose son often went to relax and entertained. Unexpectedly, he had time to visit him in person. He quickly lifted the thin blanket covered by himself and said: "Meeting each other, it's all his brothers. Please put down the keyboard and mouse in the study, don't write, come out to help entertain guests, I'll wash my face first."

"I understand." The security door nodded outside the door, but he was responsible for handing in a message. He shook his body, which looked like a door panel, and returned to the door. He squatted in his original position and pointed inside: "Let you go in and wait."

"Yes, yes." He nodded and bowed in the small room waiting outside, and bowed repeatedly: "Thank you, my brother, for your report. This is the first time I have come here. I don't understand the rules of the Zhao family, so I didn't prepare any gifts for my brother." But as he said that, he also took out a bag in his arms and handed it over with a sarcastic smile: "Looking at my brother's appearance, his face is even more colorful and colorful, and he has infinite merits. I guess he must be from an extraordinary background. The relics of these great monks who have been more than 500 years are considered small gifts to my brother."

"Oh?" The security door was so polite that it took it, and put it on the bag and opened it. There were about 20 round golden balls inside. Looking closely, there was still a bit of charm, and a Buddhist idea of ​​saving sentient beings was also spreading.

It nodded, its face was still calm, and there was no sign of happiness and anger. It tied the bag tightly and put it in its arms. It raised its chin to Xiaojian and said, "The 500-year-old relics look good, and you are determined to be." As it said, it also pointed to the door: "Get in, there are people in it, wait for the boss to wash his face and come back."

Xiaojian blinked, but did not see the security door with a look of surprise. He could only laugh and nod in awkward and painful way, and then entered the house with the prepared Xuanwu Holy Beast.

Step into the aisle, the living room with the left hand and the dining room with the right hand, and the standard 150-square-meter commercial housing layout.

Furniture and decoration complement each other.

Although it doesn't look luxurious, it looks very simple and elegant, with a 21st century modernist style.

Of course, these seemingly noble words, such as simplicity and elegantness, and the 21st century modernist style, are actually concealed words that are too good to decorate. If you are really rich, can you not be more magnificent?

Xiao Jian's heart was open, but he still stood there with his head down and his eyebrows down, his face still unchanged.

If you offend Mr. Zhao, you can't escape.

The key is that he could only stand awkwardly, although there was a sofa next to him.

But no one came to entertain him. He could sit down casually and pick up the tea cup and cold water cup on the coffee table to pour water for himself? Then he would definitely turn into a cup in the end!

Can Mr. Zhao’s rules be as they please?

Definitely not!

"Don't those two kids in the study, please don't pretend to be typing like hard work?" The security door was short and turned around and scolded at the study: "There is someone coming to your family. The boss asked you two to come out to help quickly. You all day long know that you are putting your host in the house. Are you not afraid of dying on the host?"

"Hey?" A dissatisfied voice suddenly came from the study: "How are you talking?" As he said that, the door was opened: "Only the woman died on the belly. Did you see the mouse and keyboard dead on the host?"

"Why are you not convinced?" But the security door was pushed back directly: "If you don't agree, practice?"

"Are you full?" In the open door, the mouse and keyboard walked out with a hunk of stomach, but their face was a little angry: "What are you yelling about about our brothers?"

"I'm making you two have a memory!" The security door spat at the stairs outside, and said with his neck: "I've been talking about typing all day long. I just feel frustrated in the study, and I've been upset and updated so much now. Readers are not happy to know if they know?" As he said that, he snorted coldly: "If the update is not good, it causes readers to send a blade and come to the door with a knife to look for it, can you two hold on?"

"What do the rule of law society say about this?" The arrogance of the mouse and keyboard was also a little lower: "The tall, rich and handsome genuine readers are all good pillars of society. They not only look at the genuine ones, but also love to reward them and vote every day. How can they come to the door with a knife like the pirated reader Xiao Jiusi?"

"Haha!" The security door rolled its eyes: "You two should tell the police in the hospital to go. Now you should greet the guests first!"

"Ahem!" The mouse and keyboard then found that there was an outsider standing in the living room.

“Two guys are polite.”

Xiaojian quickly reached out and bowed: "In the lower Xiaojian, the main god space came from the grace of Mr. Zhao. I specially promised a job to help Mr. Zhao and Grandma Zhao relax and entertain before the college entrance examination. I would like to thank you very much."

"Wait?" The mouse and keyboard were shocked when they heard this: "Main God Space?"

"Yes, yes." Xiaoma nodded repeatedly: "You two know, too?"

"Ahem!" The mouse and keyboard looked at each other a little uncomfortable, with a little bit of surprise and doubt: "It's just that the online writing routine is quite classic. You can pull people in at any time, experience various horror scenes and publish various reincarnation tasks, and get points for a lifetime to redeem them to strengthen your main god space?"

"That's right." Xiaoma looked a little embarrassed and nodded, "Actually, it's just to choose a strong man who will start a new era. There's no way. This reputation is just spreading rumors."

"Oh hey!" The mouse and keyboard were even more surprised, with a bit of respect on their faces. They quickly reached out to ask Xiaojian to sit down on the sofa, and said with great emotion: "We both wrote online articles at Qidian. The infinite streaming in Qidian Novel Network, which is parallel to the earth next door, is very popular. I didn't expect that I actually saw a main god space with my own eyes. This is really a bit..." The two still looked at each other and swallowed and spitted: "It feels like dreaming."

"...uh." Xiaoma looked at the keyboard and mouse talking in front of him, and wanted to say something to each other, but out of respect for Mr. Zhao, he turned around: "Smile when you see him."

"It's not a laugh!" The mouse and keyboard sighed: "We are really impressed."

"Oh?" Xiaojian also swallowed and asked the two things: "I see that the two planes have majestic appearances, and every move is full of infinite karma. Xiaojian takes the liberty and dares to ask what they call them?"

"Simple." The mouse and keyboard also said shyly: "We were called Buzhou Mountain before, but later Mr. Zhao discovered his talent and became writers of Qidian Chinese. He was not very famous. However, there was also a younger brother who was doing well now and was called the Fentian Seal. In fact, it was just a small piece next to us who was not bad."

"Born from Buzhou Mountain? Is there a little brother who has a Fentian Seal?" Xiao Jian's tone was even more respectful: "The two names are well-known, and even my brother's reputation is amazing. I have been revered for a long time now when we meet."

"Come on, you're welcome." The mouse and keyboard also bowed.

"What are you talking about?"

At this time, the door of the master bedroom was also opened.

Old Zhao walked out with his stomach shy and just took a shower all over his body. He suddenly felt much more refreshed: "I came here and said hello in advance, so that I can prepare orders in advance, let's have two cups of food?"

Seeing Xiao Jian standing up shyly on the sofa and want to say hello, Old Zhao waved his hand and said casually: "Oh, don't be polite about our relationship. I won't prepare any dishes now when the time is tight. Can you drink it another day?" As he said that, he also saw the Xuanwu Holy Beast in Xiao Jian's hand, and hurried over and reach out to take it: "I've come here, what else do you have to bring?"

"..." Xiaojian stood there blankly. When he saw Lao Zhao lifting the Xuanwu Holy Beast to the kitchen, he opened his mouth and thought that this was the pet he sent, but he didn't dare to speak in the end.

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