That facial paralysis you dropped your book

For the first time, Guo Jie understood what it means to make a prophecy come true.Looking at the news that he could not send to his wife, Guo Jie felt like crying.When he woke up and swiped the button, he saw the message he missed last night, but he didn't take it to heart at that time. He didn't expect that after class in the evening, he turned on the computer to chat with his wife, and found that he had been arrested. My wife got blocked...

Guo Jiexin posted a Weibo post in despair, expressing his grief at being blocked by his wife.Just as he was about to turn off the computer and go to sleep, the button in the lower right corner jumped again.

Guo Jie glanced at the avatar, it was a big planner who often cooperates with him, he thought for a while as if he couldn't see his end, and finally decided to click on it.

Eat my big penis: Are you there =3=

Guo Jie looked indifferently at this ID whose plan was too yellow to look at directly, and suddenly had the urge to close the dialog box and log off immediately.

Eat my dick: I know you are looking at the dialog box, if you dare to go offline and try, I will dismantle you!

Pot cover: ...what's the matter?

Guo Jie, who was seen through every time, typed the reply a little depressed. The other party's mood at the moment was obviously completely opposite to his, and the reply was extremely fast.

Eat my dick: I have a new drama here, do you want to take it?

Guo Jie rubbed his chin, Ding Ding is a rare male planner, every time he is asked to pick up the meat is very hot.Thinking about his wife blackmailing him, Guo Jie felt that at this moment, he especially needed a little pornographic drama to heal himself.

Pot lid: Take it!When is the dry tone?

Eat My Big Ding Ding: The little cover of the pot is refreshing, there are not many plots, so it is relatively rushed, and it has to be handed in next month. I will pass the script to you first

Guo Jie clicked accept and began to think.His manuscripts have already been handed in. If there are really not many plots, one month should be no problem.

The script was soon finished. Guo Jie clicked on the file, glanced at it briefly, and accepted the play without hesitation.

Pot cover: This show is all about me!

Eat my dick: Good! !As expected of a small pot cover, it is reliable =3= I will go to urge the dry voice of the main attack, and wait for you to hand in the dry voice =3=

After Guo Jie saw his reply, he immediately closed the dialog box, took the microphone and sound card in a hurry, and put up the stand without stopping.After everything was done, he turned his gaze back to the computer. Just as he was about to open the recording software, he saw the boss's avatar jumping again in the lower right corner.Guo Jie trembled with fright, immediately gave up the preparation to open the recording software, and opened the dialog very nervously.

After seeing the message from the boss clearly, Guo Jie was silent for a while, and then decisively closed the dialog box. Quan Dang had never seen it before, and he also closed the button along the way.

A boss sitting in front of the computer and watching his head suddenly turn gray: "..."

He felt that he was taken for a fool by that little painter.

After closing Koukou, Guo Jie immediately turned on the recording software, but no matter how he recorded, he still felt that something was wrong.No matter how sweet and crooked the lines are, his eyes are always filled with blood-red bullet screens, overwhelming and dense, but there are only three simple words: "repair".

Determined that he could not create an atmosphere to continue recording at all, Guo Jie closed the recording software a little dejectedly, resigned to his fate, removed the stand that was just set up, put it together with the microphone and sound card, and moved it out to the other side of the cabinet Guo Jie connected it to the computer with a bitter face, and turned on the PS.

I recalled the request made by the boss just now, but found that my mind was completely blank except for the word "rebuild".Guo Jie hesitated for a while, clicked on the button login box, and selected invisibility in the login mode, and then logged in with confidence.

The boss didn't send him any more messages, Guo Jie rubbed his chin, probably because he really cheated the boss.After seeing the boss' request clearly, Guo Jie thought for a while about what to do, then closed Koukou, and switched back to the PS interface.

However, just as he was painting more and more vigorously, and felt a pair of invisible wings growing behind him, the surrounding lights dimmed with a "pop".

Guo Jie stared blankly at the light source in front of him—his computer, and the hand that was holding the pen that was flying, froze at this moment like a 500-year-old zombie that just crawled out of the grave.

Guo Jie is very mulberry heart, very blue, very mushroom.He saved the half-revised manuscript, turned off the computer, and planned to wash and go to sleep.Although he has experienced the feeling of being splashed with a basin of ice water when he is in high spirits countless times, Guo Jie still doesn't think he can get used to it.

That feeling of finally igniting a small flame but being extinguished with a splash of urine by an inexplicable brat...

It's so uncomfortable.

Depressedly lying on the bed, staring at the pitch-black world in front of him, Guo Jie felt indescribably depressed.He thought for a while, took out his phone, and planned to check Weibo to calm down.

However, after opening Weibo, he habitually opened the private message of my wife who only flirted with me today. When he realized what he had done, Guo Jie couldn't help but yell at himself in his heart.His wife has blocked him, so what is he doing with his wife?

He closed the dialog box in a low voice, but Guo Jie found that his retweets had inexplicably increased. Bo! !

I only jerk off today: I'm just slipping, don't feel bad. //@破锅上的Gai CV: The wife I like blocked me QAQ, can I still win her heart?So sad, I feel heartbroken _(:3」∠)_

Watching his wife retweet his Weibo, Guo Jie took a deep breath for a long time before resisting the urge to give his screen a passionate kiss.

He hurriedly switched to the private chat window with his wife. This time, his message was sent out without any blockage, but his wife still did not reply to him.Guo Jie waited and waited and waited and waited until he fell asleep but did not get his wife's reply.

When he woke up the next day, Guo Jie sat up very dejectedly, with a messy hairstyle like a chicken coop, sitting on the bed in a daze.

He stared straight ahead blankly, as if he couldn't see his roommates who were watching him as a rare animal.

"Guo, what's the matter?" Zhao Feng, the first boss in the dormitory whose accent was distorted by him, stretched his hands on the upper bunk and looked at him.However, Guo Jie ignored him, still looking at the blank wall opposite him stupidly.

"Yes, I think I'm crazy." Zhao Feng turned his head back and shook his head at the second and fourth children standing behind him, "Let's go first, otherwise the cafeteria will be eaten up later."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Feng saw the second child and the fourth child looking at him in horror, and he patted the back of the two people's heads strangely, "What are you doing? How many times do you put on an expression that I want to eat you?" What do you mean?"

The second child and the fourth child didn't say anything, they just silently pointed behind him, Zhao Feng turned around, and found that Guo Jie, who was sitting on the bed blankly, was standing behind him at this moment. Staring at him with bright eyes: "Boss, let's go, let's go eat!"

Looking at Guo Jie who had brushed his teeth, washed his face, and combed his hair at some point, Zhao Feng opened his mouth stupidly.