photosensitive effect

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when Wu Xie woke up the next day. When she saw the bedside alarm clock, Wu Xie sat up abruptly, and then lay back down with a scream.

Damn it was definitely overused last night!Zhang Qiling, you old man who suffered a thousand knives told you to stop, but you just didn't listen!

Wu Xie rubbed her waist in resentment and fell on the bed. The sheets had been changed, and there was no sticky feeling on her body. It should have been cleaned up after finishing.Thinking of this, Wu Xie felt a little better. It seemed that this guy wasn't too heartless.

It took a long time to find a pair of boxer underwear from the drawer under the bed, and then I remembered that I threw the pajamas in the bathroom yesterday and didn't get them back, so I had to wrap them in the summer cool quilt and move them under the bed bit by bit.

Then it fell to the ground with a "snap".

Zhang Qiling was cooking porridge in the kitchen, and the sheets were still being washed in the washing machine. Yesterday was a bit horrible. He had to dig through the bottom of the closet for a long time before he could find the sheets and put them back on. He had to restore the closet to its original state.Hearing a voice from the master bedroom, Zhang Qiling put down the spoon, ran to the bedroom and helped Wu Xie back to the bed.

"Pay attention to rest."

"I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

Wu Xie's voice was a little hoarse, his whole body was sore, and he fell to the ground just now, coupled with his hunger, Wu Xie felt that the world was so bad that he wanted to bite the culprit in front of him to death.

"I'm cooking porridge."

"Did my third uncle call again?"

"Well, why don't you go to work?"

"You picked it up?" Wu Xie wanted to sit up, but lay down again with a groan, "What did you say?"

"Overworked people need rest."

Wu Xie buried his face in the quilt, his unscrupulous third uncle would definitely not think that he was overworked and needed to rest, let alone Zhang Qiling answered the phone, it's over now...

Zhang Qiling went to the kitchen to serve him a bowl of porridge, and added some lean minced meat. There was really nothing else in the refrigerator in the kitchen, except for a piece of lean meat, which was beer and fruit. After finally finding a pack of sausages, it was still expired.

This will not work, Zhang Qiling feels that Wu Xie's life is not so bad.He lived a regular life in the army anyway, and Wu Xie was also a special professional, he would be busy day and night when he was busy, his body would definitely break down if he continued like this, no wonder he fainted so early last night.

Mr. Special Forces completely ignored the fact that his physical strength was more than twice as good as Wu Xie's.

Wu Xie was eating porridge slowly. In fact, his arms were not strong enough. He felt that all the bones in his body had been torn apart, but he had to go to work tomorrow, and the report hadn't been handed in yet.

No, to be more precise, the report hasn't been written yet.

This report is not very easy to write, and many things cannot be disclosed in the report.He can't mention anything related to the old nine, but it's hard to explain clearly if he doesn't mention it.

Wu Xie asked Zhang Qiling to bring over the computer from the study room. He didn't have a laptop at the police station or at home. Fatty had brought that one back to the police station long ago, so he didn't have any information in his hand now.

Zhang Qiling frowned: "I asked for leave for you."

"Then I have to write, or my third uncle will have to take pictures of the table again." Wu Xie opened the notebook, logged into the mailbox to ask Fatty Wang for information, "You don't need to write?"

"Write it together with the next task," Zhang Qiling suddenly remembered something, "Who has the key to your house?"

"There's no one else but myself, what's wrong?"

"Who sent the video tape back?"

"Oh, the fat man brought it back. I have a spare key that I usually leave in the mailbox."

"Who else knows?"

"Counting you and me, there are only three people," Wu Xie typed cracklingly, "I have other spare keys, do you want to take them?"

Wu Xie wanted to bite off his tongue after saying that, you bastard, are you inviting someone to live with you, ah bah, even if they have a dormitory, how could they live with you, ah bah, you really think about it, you bastard idiot...

"Where do you put it?"

"In the drawer on the right under the coffee table..."

You idiot who told you to tell him!

Wu Xie felt that he had lowered the IQ of all mankind.

Zhang Qiling didn't want the key to Wu Xie's house at first, he just thought that if other people can enter and leave Wu Xie's house, then the security measures here must not be good enough. It's troublesome.But since there is an unexpected harvest, it can be regarded as a double win.

Wu Xie lowered her head and wrote the report: "What do you want my house key for?"

"I want to ask if people will be watching here." Zhang Qiling found a spare key, took one and tied it to his keychain, "then you gave me the key."

Mr. Squadron Leader thinks he should test his IQ.