My Boss, the White-haired Nun

Jizi closed her eyes in Wuliangta, and the surroundings seemed to be quiet.

The battle around me is still going on, and time is still passing.There are also the stumps of the Houkai Beast flying in the air.There was also blood splattered on her face.

But she just closed her eyes quietly, quietly listening to the voice coming to her ears from the loudspeaker beside her face.It was as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

That voice was a little shy and a little embarrassed, but more of it seemed to be overflowing with tenderness.

She could almost imagine the shy expression on this man's face when he recorded this audio in front of all the people coming and going, facing the armed helicopter that was about to take off in the distance.

And that voice said—

"Happy Birthday to you~

Happy Birthday to you~

Happy Birthday to jizi~

Happy Birthday to you~"

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call……

Take a long breath.

This paragraph is finally finished.

Some friends have already discovered that I have been emphasizing time in the previous plots, in addition to creating some tension, it is to pave the way for this scene.

I dare not even mention a specific date for fear that you will find out.The last date mentioned was June [-]th, then two days later June [-]th, and then the day rolled from early morning to midnight.

I have always wanted to write a story that is full of tenderness and delicate luck on the outside, with the flames of war and bloody fights on the outside.

To be honest, it is not difficult to write this kind of plot, even the background of my whole book is almost such a thing, but I want to write wonderfully, I want to write beautifully, I want to write nervously, and the contrast is strong. Stimulating, bright.It's not easy.

Uh... To be honest, if I'm talking about something here... I tried my best and tried my best to write it like this. You guys can make do with it, then I can't bear it.

It's not that I don't understand the principle of modesty, but no matter how ashamed I will be when I read these words in the future, at least at this moment I am really proud of the words I wrote at this moment.

How can I be so good...

Allow me to stick in the waist.jpg

Then, this chapter is two in one, making up for last night's New Year's Day.

That's it, I still have to recite the book, slip away~

The computer is out of power

The power in the dormitory was cut off at 12 o'clock, and the code was finished, and the computer was also out of power.

This section was still on a cell phone.

Let's post it together tomorrow.

It was too late, and I couldn't bear it anymore, so I went to bed first.

Don't wait, everyone, have a good dream.

That's it, um...it's not 100 characters yet...

Then wish everyone a good dream again.

Slipped away

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"Well……"

The black-haired man let out a groan from his nasal cavity, his face began to wrinkle together, struggling to open his eyes.

The outside light faintly shone into his pupils through the eyelids, and white bright spots were projected from inside, which looked like a vast expanse of whiteness, as if he had come to the kingdom of heaven.

The faint sound of birds chirping in the ears, the shade of tree branches outside the window, the warm morning light shines in through the gaps between the leaves, rendering the whole white room with a layer of warm luster.

"..."

He opened his eyes, a little dazed.

"Captain, you are awake."

A low-pitched, delicate and gentle voice rang in his ears, clearly conveying the meaning to Gong Ming's consciousness. The content of the words was regular and rigorous, respectful but not let People feel restricted.

In a sense, this is indeed the ability of a professional maid, full of the style of the old British aristocrats.

"This is the Affiliated Hospital of the Field Command. Room number is 307. The tree by the window is a fir tree. Because the latitude is southerly and it is summer, there is no snow on it at this time. The bird singing outside is a Siberian chickadee, with a clear and distinctive sound. distinct."

That gentle voice continued to sound, speaking some detailed but not very meaningful content, but for this man, it solved some of his little doubts just right.

That person must know him very well to say such an answer at this moment.

"Um……"

It seemed that it was no surprise that the source of the voice appeared here. Gong Ming's eyes did not immediately turn to the direction of the girl, but quietly stared at the ceiling, as if there was something fascinating on it. After a long time, he slightly He turned his head and focused his gaze on the girl in a black and white maid outfit.

This is indeed his old acquaintance, a very interesting thing, in the course of Gong Ming's life.If you count from the day they met, the length of this period of time even far exceeds the age of the girl in front of you.It was such a strange and interesting experience, forming such a unique relationship between two people.