Doomsday Sanctuary

"Master, there is a telecommunication request for access!"

Just as Ning Nan finally decided to stretch out his slender hand and hug Di Ping's waist, suddenly a clear voice sounded on Di Ping's wrist.

The sound was like thunder, and the frightened Ning Nan pushed Di Ping away, blushing, and tiring her hair in a flustered expression. He didn't even dare to lift his head, let alone look at Di Ping's face.

Di Ping's arms were still stretched out stiffly, and his expression was as embarrassed as he was.

"I go first!"

When Ning Nan finally raised her head to see the embarrassment of Di Ping’s face, she blushed and gave Di Ping a white look. Then she whispered and turned around and ran...she ran away. There was still a string of laughter like silver bells!

Di Ping looked at Ning Nan, who was gradually running away, leaving behind a beautiful back. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, then retracted his stiff hand and touched his nose in embarrassment.

He feels that he seems to have become emotional recently, and he is easily moved, especially by beautiful women. He really doesn't have much thoughts about Ning Nan. Of course, everybody likes beautiful women, but he is not thinking about winning Ning Nan.

I didn't know what was wrong just now, but the ghost ran up and hugged it, and kissed it. This is an abrupt beauty.

However, he smelled the delicate fragrance between his fingers and twisted his fingers to feel the greasiness in it. Suddenly he seemed to think of something, and a wretched smile appeared on his face. If Ning Nan sees this smile, I don’t know that Ning Nan will. Will not stab him with a scalpel.

Di Ping shuddered, and hurriedly put down his hands like an electric shock, secretly angry that when he became so wretched?

"Come in!"

Di Ping shouted at "Zero" angrily.

Zero seemed to feel that Di Ping's tone was not good and he didn't even talk more directly to communicate, Liu Bingyu's face appeared before his eyes.

"City Lord, the nine o'clock post-war summary meeting is about to begin, and everyone is almost there. Are you coming over now?"

Liu Bingyu looked at Di Ping and directly explained the purpose of the call.

"Okay! I'll be over right away!"

Di Ping realized that yesterday, Cheng Chao and the others had seen too much of his parents, and they would drive them away for fear of affecting their parents' rest. Before leaving, they would start a post-war summary meeting at nine o'clock the next day.

When Di Ping arrived at the meeting room, the small meeting room was already full of people. At this time, they were chatting happily, each of them looked excited, sputtering stars flying around, and several big people headed by Han Zhongguo and Lu Guoliang. The smoking gun is the smoke in the conference room as if in a fairyland.

With Di Ping's arrival, the conference room suddenly made a noise of tables, chairs and benches. Everyone stood up and looked at Di Ping with eager eyes. Suddenly, there was no sound in the conference room.

"Sit down!"

Di Ping was in a good mood at this time. The defending battle was victorious, and his parents took it back. Early in the morning, they also molested Ning Damei. Now he feels comfortable physically and mentally, so he smiled more on his face, smiling to everyone He pressed his hand, and then sat down on the main seat.

"Wow!"

Everyone just sat down together, all standing upright, as if waiting for the general's instructions.

Liu Bingyu served Di Ping a cup of tea, then sat next to Di Ping, spread out the notebook and prepared to record, her current secretary is very decent.

"Don't be so serious! Come on, everyone!"

Di Ping looked at everyone's serious faces, but smiled, took out two good cigarettes and threw them on the conference table, smiling.

"Haha! It's still the city lord who has good products, I'll divide the smoke!"

The nearest Han Zhongguo jumped up suddenly, pounced on him, suppressed the two cigarettes, and smiled proudly in his mouth.

"Old Han, quality! Quality! Don't you be so frustrated?"

Lu Guoliang stretched out half of his hand and stiffened, then pointed at Han Zhongguo's serious expression.

"Quality? What is quality?"

Old Han Zhongguo rolled his eyes and ignored Lu Liang's set, then slowly retracted his body, holding two cigarettes in his arms, more nervous than holding a beauty, his eyes scanned the crowd vigilantly, for fear that someone would **** him.

This scene made Liu Bingyu and Yu Shujie almost couldn't help laughing. The crowd shook their heads with a wry smile, their eyes full of contempt.