Military marriage 100 points: Chief spoils deeply

That's what I said.

Mo Yang tutted and said to the girl over there, "I wanted you to live in the servant room. It's cheaper for you."

Luo Yin had no expression on his face, "really?"

Then she stepped up to Z and patted him on the shoulder. "Do I need to thank you, Mr. Z?"

A man is more than half a head taller than a girl, so when patting him on the shoulder, his hands need to be raised very high.

While talking, she looked up slightly and looked at Z.

The black round framed glasses fell on his nose. The lenses were shining slightly under the light. He hooked his lips, "they are so familiar. Thank you?"

"Don't pull, who is familiar with her?" Mo Yang sneered.

Looking at the two of them, one slightly lowered his head and the other slightly raised his head to look at each other, he actually felt a little dazzling.

Luo Yin took back his hand, but he didn't think so. "If you're not familiar, you're not familiar. Who's rare? There are many people familiar with me. I don't need you."

The veins on Mo Yang's arm were slightly raised, and he resisted the impulse to kill her in the past!

"I'm thirsty. Pour a glass of water to the study." Mo Yang threw down this sentence coldly, and then turned and went upstairs.

The water dispenser was just next to him. Would you die if you pour it yourself?

Luo Yin knew that guy was looking for a chance to fix her on purpose.

Sample.

Luo Yin didn't say a word and took three water cups directly.

The crowd looked at her behavior and wondered.

King asked her to pour one, and she just made three?

What is this operation?

After Luo Yin finished, he took three cups of water to the study with a tray.

The study is very large and luxurious. It can also be said to be a archives. The original information was hidden here.

Bookshelves stand in rows and rows. The books on them are neatly displayed without any dust. In front of them is a desk with a computer and some documents.

At the moment, the man is sitting in the office chair, lazily. Two buttons of his shirt have been untied, revealing a good-looking clavicle. His slender fingers are holding a cigarette, smoking carelessly, filled with smoke, adding a trace of mysterious and dangerous atmosphere to him.

Hearing the footsteps, Mo Yang looked away.

Luo Yin took the tray and put it directly on the table, "choose."

Mo Yang held a cigarette in his mouth and kept it motionless. The cigarette continued to burn. "I'll let you pour a glass of water. What do you mean?"

Luo Yin smiled. Then she leaned forward and stared at him with her hands on the table. "If I give you a cup of hot, do you want ice? If I give you a cup of ice, do you want hot? In a word, you won't be satisfied and deliberately find fault, will you?"

The man's good-looking Danfeng eyes flashed a touch of darkness. He did have this plan. Otherwise, how can he find an excuse to fix her?

I didn't expect her to be so well prepared.

Luo Yin's lips rose and continued, "you're afraid you've seen too many dog blood TV dramas. In such a vulgar way, the three cups in front of you are ice, hot and normal temperature from left to right."

Mo Yang half narrowed his eyes.

Luo Yin also kept leaning forward on the table.

They looked up in the air and seemed to smell a smell of gunpowder.

About a minute later, the man raised his slender fingers, grabbed the cigarette in his mouth and put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray.

The chair he sat in rolled forward, narrowing the distance between the two people in an instant.