I Am Picking Up Attributes in the Last Days.

If you are an ordinary person, you have a natural resistance to work, and you can't wait to rest every day, watch dramas, sleep, go to bars, etc.

Just as he looked at Chen An, the computer dialog suddenly changed, and several people appeared on the screen.

At the front was a majestic old man in a black tunic with gray hair and piercing eyes.

A woman sitting on a chair next to her with her hands on the keyboard has shawl-length hair, a melon-seed face, almond eyes, and a cherry mouth.

The typical oriental classical beauty makes people feel close in an instant.

There are two middle-aged people next to them, but they are far behind, one with glasses and the other with long and narrow eyes, shining with various lights.

"Young man, who are you? Yang Hao? I'm Yang Chenwu!"

There was a voice with gray hair inside, and it seemed to be quite dissatisfied with his appearance.

At this moment, Yang Hao, with his arms behind his head, leaned on the chair, and his right leg rested on his left.

If you have another cigarette in your mouth, it is estimated that you will be regarded as a second-rate, a big bastard.

Even now, the faces of the four of them are very ugly, and I feel that he is too disrespectful.

Yang Hao raised his eyebrows, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said:

"Can't you guess? You can guess, it's fine, I have less time, I have time!"

He did not restrain his movements in the slightest, and deliberately changed to a comfortable posture, his right foot swaying even more.

How to look, how to look like a villain.

But he also expressed a thought. If you are so willing to guess and interrupt him, you will not have a good face.

The three middle-aged people on the opposite side are all human beings, otherwise why would they be so prosperous in the last days?

Guessing Yang Hao's heart instantly, he couldn't help pushing the back of the girl in front of him.

The girl was able to mix with them, and she was naturally very smart. She gritted her teeth and said:

"That, young marshal, I'm sorry, it's my fault! I shouldn't be arguing, that, can we have a good talk?"

Her voice was a little hoarse, her face was dark, her eyes were bloodshot, and I felt pity when she looked at her.

After lowering his posture at this moment, he folded his hands together and pleaded again and again.

Originally, even in life, it is very impolite to interrupt the other party continuously.

But when Yang Hao heard the voice, he immediately realized that she was Luo Youshui, the announcer of Dabie Mountain.

The shaking of his right leg stopped instantly, and he looked at her again.

The temperament is good, there is a kind of pure feeling that comes out of the mud without being stained, clean and not demonic.

Moreover, the courage to admit mistakes, the attitude is good, not bad.

It's just that the three middle-aged people in the back have gloomy faces, as if they owe them money and haven't paid it back.

Yang Hao put his left hand on the armrest, tilted his head, and said lazily:

"What do you want to talk about? I'm fine in Jinling, you don't have to worry about it."

Just to tell them that the situation here is not bad, to avoid random guessing.

It's just that the posture is really not good-looking, and it's a fool.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Yang Chenwu, the god of martial arts, this is Jiang Hesheng, this is Zhou Ming, and now they are the leaders of the Dabie Mountain Base."

Looking at Yang Hao's posture, it was really abnormal, Luo Youshui introduced him.

In addition to Wushen, Yang Hao is very eloquent to the other two and often sees them on TV.

However, this is the first time to face such a big man.

It's just that they were very unfriendly to themselves, so they didn't say anything, and said lightly:

"Yo, tell me what they do? Are you going to provide me with missile support, or give me some food? The emperor is not short of hungry soldiers!"

There was teasing in his voice, and he was about to say clearly, you are the leader, but what does it have to do with me?

"Boy, you are too much, don't know we are..."

The middle-aged man with glasses trembled with anger and shouted in anger, but was stopped by the god of war beside him.

"We have no other..."

Just as he spoke, he heard Chen An's roar:

"You go out, don't disturb my research!"

He was completely trapped in his own world, and someone interrupted him, no matter who Yang Hao was, he roared loudly.

After shouting, I continued to look at my drawings, for fear of forgetting my thoughts.

No one could have imagined that this would be the case.

Yang Hao smashed his mouth, clicked his eyes twice, and shut down the computer with a snap.

In an instant, the entire research room was quiet.

No need to keep talking!