Chapter 12: Sanguang's Bathroom

After meditating and returning to China, Nuwa Group worked for a total of five years and seven months. During this period, he changed 13 female secretaries. All of these thirteen female secretaries were unsuccessful by Mr. Zhao. In fact, sometimes he really didn't want this to be the case. Especially one female secretaries is still a married mother... But sometimes he can't control his lower body, and those thoughts always jump out without warning.

Over time, the Nuwa Group also knew what Mr. Zhao was doing. In fact, meditation himself wanted to change his trouser belt, so when he developed the game Dream, he ordered less than 30 women in the R&D team of 1,700 people, and the average age was over forty.

After dinner, he meditated and lay on the bed thinking about what he had today, and suddenly thought of the issue of change, which made him very satisfied.

"Actually, I'm not a bad guy!"

He has said this to many women, but all those who know him believe that he is the only one who believes in this sentence.

Meditation felt that if others knew about his writing behavior today, they would definitely believe his words.

Although there was no trace of meat, the meditation supper was very delicious. I lay on the bed thinking about these things and was about to fall asleep happily. Then I went to see the yellow-haired elder brother for a while tomorrow, and he heard the whisper again.

The nuns started evening classes again. Perhaps because there were too many "killing" in the game today, the nuns did it very seriously in the evening classes, and their voices were much louder than before. They could hear the meditation in the backyard meditation room very clearly.

After listening to it for two minutes... I felt my whole body was hot after meditation. The signs that I had been unable to control my lower body in my previous life suddenly surged up again.

"Fuck, haven't I changed my sex life...?"

Meditation covers the quilt on my head and underestimates it.

Desire has no form, formless form, formless impermanence, and end the mortal world. Amitabha

The body has tangible, the thought has tangible, the tangible has no shape, and the world has been eliminated. Amitabha

Every word of the Four Lessons of the Lefan was clearly transmitted into the ears of meditation, but the woman's low whispers deeply penetrated into Mr. Zhao's heart.

ah!

Meditation lifted the quilt and let out a long breath, then put on his coat and walked out of the meditation room.

He wanted to go and take a shower, otherwise he would be too angry.

The place where I took a bath was in the side yard, which was a little distance from the Zen room. Walking in the yard, the night wind blew and felt refreshed. Although the whispering scriptures continued, it seemed that they were not as tempting as I heard in the Zen room.

When I was still far from the bathroom, my meditation suddenly stopped... The lights were on in the bathroom... What's going on? Aren't the nuns all chanting scriptures in the hall?

Did the thief enter the temple?

This ** idea came out and was immediately overturned by Mr. Zhao himself. It was not impossible for a thief to enter Sanguang'an during this extraordinary period, but even if the thieves come and go, they must be the master's physical relics... No thief would climb a hundred meters high in the middle of the night and then rub mud in someone's bathhouse.

Another possibility is that you forgot to turn off the lights.

After thinking of this possibility, he meditated and walked forward for another period... When he was only a few steps away from the door, he heard the sound of water...

this……

I must have forgotten to turn off the lights and water.

After forcing himself to make this analysis, he meditated and tiptoed into the bathhouse. Why did he tiptoe... The reason was very simple. He himself didn't believe the reason he came up with. At this moment, Zhao was always dominated by his lower body and moved forward.

Ascetic practice is a subject for monks, but it is not a necessary subject. Some temples do not practice as a result. Just like Shaolin Temple, many of their monks are required to eat meat.

Buddhism requires hard-line requirements for asceticism, so some ascetic monks who take the extreme route have a meal a day or only a few days. Sanguang Temple also has ascetic temples, but it is mainly reflected in the frugality of life. They must be hard beds and leather-soled shoes. The setting should not be too luxurious. This bathhouse is also built with incense money. It is very simple. It is a small wooden house with four wooden boards separated by space.

The autistic patient who was possessed by meditation took a bath in the middle of the night. His worldview is the song "Women are good tigers"

The sound of water coming into it was very loud, and it came from the third compartment.

The wooden door in the compartment was still some distance from the ground. I looked at the waist of the meditation cat... It turns out that someone inside was thin and the jade ankle was crystal clear. I saw that my meditation's throat moved a few times, and I swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

However, these nuns have gray cloth robes every day, covering their whole body tightly. It is difficult to analyze who they are from their feet barely. However, Mr. Zhao is not an ordinary person. He has seen countless women in his life and has seen many famous tools. From the special analysis of a woman's body, he is Mr. Zhao's unique skills.

I was once invited to attend a blind date party for rich people. The rich people invited him to identify the women who came to the blind date from the face. There were more than 100 women who attended that party. In the end, Mr. Zhao used his exclusive skills to identify three... However, he did not tell the rich people which were rich people, and later used them himself. (He is really a good person)

Meditation first analyzes the height of the person inside from the foot laughter and the thickness of the ankle.

Then Mingjing and Mingwan were eliminated.

The height inside should be about 1.7 meters tall, and both of them are slightly shorter.

Excluding explicit skin tones from the skin tones of feet and calf, the explicit skin tones should be darker.

Then the remaining answers are Mingmei and Mingchen... Both of them are quite naive, but Mingchen's naiveness makes people feel a little sick.

Mingmei...it must be her.

Just look at the feet with my waist and meditation and analysis until my brain is overconflicted and my eyes are filled with Venus before I stand up.

So what can analysis do?

Is it the same as before?

After rebirth, the old mage passed away without any adaptation. One was busy with the old mage's Tupi, and the other was thinking about revenge, and his original temperament was somewhat suppressed. After successfully getting the dragon scales today, he felt a little relaxed. In addition, he also flattered a yellow-haired boy, and his depression was also vented, so these things surged up again.

But despite this, Meditation still didn't think about what to do. His offline line is indeed very low, but it does not mean that he has not offline. It's still his own words.

"Actually, I'm not a bad guy!"

After rubbing his eyes hard, I turned around and prepared to leave, but at this moment, the wooden door in the bathroom was suddenly pushed open.

At this moment, Meditation made the most powerful decision to prove his intelligence, and he immediately turned around and walked inside.

If an average person peeks at a woman who is found in a bath, the first thing he thinks of must be to turn around and run away quickly, but our Mr. Zhao is thinking more comprehensively.

If you speed up leaving at this time, the person who comes out can still see his back, so it will be easy to analyze that he was peeking just now, but now it will be different to walk inside like this.

This can be completely pretending to be just here... More importantly, it can not only clear away suspicion, but also see key things.

ah!

The person who came out was indeed Mingmei. He pushed the door and saw meditation walking in, so he subconsciously exclaimed, and then used the towel in his hand to block his chest.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Senior Sister Mingmei, I don't know there are people inside!" Meditation blocked his eyes with his hands and said these unwilling words. Of course, before he blocked his eyes, he was feasted.

Mingmei immediately retreated back into the compartment and closed the wooden door.

"You're here to wash later!"

"Okay, I'll go out now!"

When I came out of meditation, I saw Mingmei's cassock slid from the chair and fell to the ground. When I meditation I picked it up. At this time, something fell from the cassock.

This is a golden card with Arabic numerals 17 printed on it. After meditation and taking a closer look, I found that there were four small characters on the back of the card.

Game Alliance

What's this?

But at this time, he didn't even think about it. After putting the thing back into the pocket of the cassock, he quickly walked out of the bathroom.
Chapter completed!