Griffin's Son-in-law

Type 95 packed his clothes, and when he looked up at him, he directly guessed what he was going to say.

Lu Ming was startled, and couldn't help complaining:

"You know again?"

Type 95 smiled lightly, turned around to look at him, and said to him:

"Because...the commander is very gentle and dotes on my troublesome sister. She must have proposed to exchange rooms with you. You can't hold her back, so you agreed?"

Chapter 220 Pantyhose on the table

"That's it."

As for the 95-style guess, Lu Ming nodded his head and expressed his affirmation.

He didn't tell the other party that your sister paid the price of her body to change the room from me.

Otherwise, if Type 95 finds out, no matter how good-tempered she is, she will have to beat herself to death.

Seeing that Lu Ming did exactly what he said, he couldn't help but smile in Form 95:

"You dote on her too much. In fact, you don't need to wrong yourself so much. Leave your room to her, and come over to squeeze a room with me."

"Not wronged, not wronged at all."

Lu Mingke shook his head vigorously, this is a win-win choice, how can he feel wronged?

Just like now, staying with Style 95, looking at her homely attire, with a pair of long legs exposed under the short skirt.

There is one thing to say, she usually wears pantyhose, and she can't tell how short the skirt is, but now that her legs are exposed, Lu Ming realizes that the skirt can barely cover her buttocks. Is it possible to see the 95-style disappear every day?

Thinking of this, Lu Ming felt that he couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

"What's the matter with you?"

Seeing Lu Ming's expression was a bit strange, he asked him in the 95 style suspiciously, and heard Lu Ming replied in a low voice:

"No, living in the detention area for the first time is a bit beyond imagination, and I'm not quite used to it yet."

Hearing what he said, Type 95 couldn't help laughing again:

"Then you have to get used to it earlier. If you need help, you can tell me. After all, from today onwards, we are roommates."

"sure."

Lu Ming responded casually, and saw Form 95 take a basin from the side, and put some things he had just prepared into it, as if he was going to take a bath.

But after searching for a long time on the hook, she suddenly turned around and asked her:

"My towel is missing, did you take it?"

"Huh? Is that yours?"

It was only then that Lu Ming realized that he had changed the wrong towel and replaced the 95-style one. He couldn't help but tell her:

"I thought it was a 97-style one, and it's in her room, or...you can use one with me?"

Lu Ming made a proposal that he thought was quite good, but when he heard this, the 95-style standing in front of the door with a basin stopped, looked back at him, and blinked:

"It's too impolite to wipe my body with your towel. I'll use my sister's."

After finishing speaking at 95 o'clock, he took away the 97-style towel and went out, leaving Lu Ming alone in the room to regret.

What is impolite, this guy didn't forget to praise him while rejecting him.

If he had known, he would have thrown both of them to Type 97. Anyway, this is a detention room, and there are no spare towels for her to use, so she would have to obediently use her own.

Lu Ming shook his head, shaking off the bad water in his stomach, and decided to get down to business, and think about what he should do when he came to the detention area.

Since he came here, he basically lost contact with the outside world, and he didn't know when he would be released.

But Lu Ming is not worried. Glenna also said that in terms of the current war situation outside, although the mastermind was blown up this time and a small number of troops were trapped, the impact was not great. The most important [Umbrella] 】As long as one day is not found, Iron Blood will not retreat for one day.

The arrival of Lu Ming still affected the plot after all, the [Umbrella] was moved, and Griffin couldn't find it as easily as in the game.

The main reason is that there are too many iron-blooded troops outside, and they need to be restrained by the troops.

But now that Griffin's main force is in Lu Ming's hands, there will be ghosts if they can handle it by themselves. In the end, they have to rely on him, and sooner or later they have to release him to cooperate with them.

So now that Lu Ming is staying in the detention area, he doesn't panic at all and is very leisurely. He decided that since Griffin arranged him in such a place where no shit, he must find something for himself to do.

Let's start with the 95-style team, communicate with them more deeply, build up a relationship, and try to hook up with your subordinates. Even if he is locked in a detention area, he must always strengthen himself.

Well, that's it, but before that, I still have to contact 98k and them first.

Thinking about it carefully, Lu Ming hasn't been back for a week. Who knows what his 98k wife is worried about, so he always wants to give them some news.

After thinking about it, Lu Ming planned to write a letter. Although he had a mobile phone with him, but there was no signal in the detention area, he could only use the primitive method of writing a letter.

It happened that there was a single table in the detention room with paper and pens on it, and Lu Ming sat on it. However, when he reached out to pick up the pen, Lu Ming's hand tilted uncontrollably, and he picked up other things beside the table by mistake. .

It is pantyhose of 95 type.

There is still a trace of warmth on it.

Lu Ming murmured in his heart, how could he put this thing on the table?

So he subconsciously stuffed it into his pocket.

But with his hands reaching his waist, he still controlled it, thinking to himself, no, no, it's not good to be kicked out by the doll the first day you come in.

He still honestly looked around the detention room to see where to put her.

After a lap, Lu Ming realized the difficulty of Type 95. There is nothing in this place, except for putting it on the table, it can only be hung on the hook on the wall.

Wouldn't that be the same as a public execution? Lu Ming still planned to put her on a bed. Although this single bed is not big, if you put pantyhose on it and turn over twice at night, you will probably be entangled in it when you wake up in the morning. Put it back on the table for her later, it's important to write a letter now.

Putting this thing on the table really interfered with his concentration. Lu Ming was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, he would draw pantyhose in the letter, which would not be good.

But, still the same sentence, he was thinking very well, before he stretched out his hand, there was a 'click', and the door behind him opened.

Lu Ming turned his head stiffly, and saw the familiar face of Form 95 at the door.

Then he looked down at his hand holding her pantyhose, which was tucking her pantyhose, Lu Ming couldn't help thinking, it's over.

No, you can save it again.

Lu Mingqiang pretended to be calm, just took her pantyhose and asked her:

"Why did you come back?"

Type 95 blinked, as if he was thinking about the current situation.

But her mind was also turning very quickly. Regardless of whether she understood it or not, she answered Lu Ming's words first:

"I went outside and found that my legs were a bit cold, so I planned to come back and get my pantyhose, and put them on after I took a shower..."

Hearing the 95-style answer, Lu Ming's mood fell to the bottom. It's really over, she actually came here for this, can't she avoid this topic now?

Chapter 220 Two Write a Letter

"Are you using it?"

Seeing Lu Ming holding her pantyhose in his hand, Form 95 suddenly asked such a question.

use?The word 'use' is well used.

"No, no, listen to my explanation."

Lu Ming thought in his heart that she really misunderstood, no matter how blatant he was, it was impossible to use the pantyhose of a humanoid living together as a material. He opened his mouth in a hurry, organized his words to try to explain, but before he could speak, he heard the 95-style question again Read it again:

"Are you using it, table?"

ah?So you were talking about the table?

Now Lu Ming didn't even need to explain, he simply nodded.

"Yes, I'm going to write a letter to my tactical dolls."

"You really do care about them."

Hearing this, Style 95 smiled, walked in from the door, stood in front of Lu Ming, pointed to the pantyhose in his hand and asked him:

"Are you going to put it on the bed? Give it to me, I just happen to be wearing it."

"Ah good."

Type 95 understood him so much that Lu Ming hurriedly stuffed the pantyhose on Type 95, seeing that it was naturally taken over by Type 95, and Type 95 turned back.

However, before she left the room, she turned her back to Lu Ming, stopped, and reminded him with a hesitant tone:

"Commander... next time... it's better not to do this kind of thing again, in fact... it's quite easy to misunderstand."

After finishing speaking, Form 95 hurried out of the detention room, and closed the door with a bang. Lu Ming couldn't even catch her figure when he turned his head.

Sure enough... Type 95 still minded, he saw the scene where he took off his pantyhose, and he held the pantyhose in his hand.

Think about it, anyone would mind, it's just that Type 95 was not angry, chose to understand him, and then reminded him.

This roommate has a very gentle temper. I really don't know how the 97 style would hate such a gentle sister.

Shaking his head, Lu Ming picked up the pen in his hand, and finally wanted to write something for his dolls this time.

There are two letters to be written, one for 98K and one for M4. Lu Ming first wrote a letter for M4. This letter is more accurate than a letter. He mainly talked about the AR15. Question, tell them AR15 is now sent out to be repaired, and tell them AR squad not to worry.

As for the second letter to 98k, it is a pure letter from home.

Lu Ming thought about this letter for a long time, but he didn't know what to write. After all, in his previous life, he had never written such a letter since he was writing in elementary school.

After recalling the TV series he had watched before, he wrote:

Sincerely, my dear 98k wife

Time flies, time flies like an arrow, and it is late autumn in a blink of an eye. It has been a week since the last day when I had you.

To be honest, since the day we left, I have tossed and turned day after day, unable to sleep at night, and often woke up with the sound of insects and the cold wind in the night. When I woke up, I found that it was another night without you, and I didn’t know what to do tomorrow night.

Today, I was finally able to return to the headquarters. Although I won’t be able to see you for the time being, you don’t have to worry about me. The gentle sister who shared the bed with me, and the rich woman who was willing to spend a lot of money for me and never had to work hard again...

After writing this, Lu Ming put down his pen and touched his chin, feeling that the more he wrote, the more wrong it became.

I always feel that if this letter is delivered to 98k, she might call me within 5 minutes.

"Forget it, why write so much nonsense?"