seven day ruler

"Ah! Han Mo, what are you doing?" Shen Qingmo's sensitive parts were attacked, and she jumped up from the chair with a flushed face.

"No reason, just to help someone check whether it's real or not." Han Mo was afraid that Shen Qingmo would retaliate against him, so after touching him, he happily ran to the other side of the dining table.

"Then what do you think?" Shen Qingmo looked angrily and funny at the crazy girl across the table.

"It's soft, elastic, and the size is quite suitable. It must be the original." Han Mo stretched out his hands solemnly, gesticulating in the air, and from time to time, he grabbed a few handfuls of the air as if aftertaste.

"But it feels so good, I can't put it down, someone must like it!" Han Mo did not forget to add at the end.

"Go to hell! You crazy girl, female rascal!" Shen Qingmo blushed, how could she let Han Mo continue talking, and chased Han Mo around the dining table.

"You crazy girl, why can you say everything out of your mouth? Today, Sister Mo, I will teach you a good lesson. Don't run away!"

"Haha, haha... Sister Mo, I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me. Sister Wanqing, help!" Han Mo was most afraid of being tickled by others, Shen Qingmo scratched her waist, Han Mo immediately collapsed to the ground, begging for mercy repeatedly.

Lin Wanqing looked at the two of them fighting together, and couldn't help sighing, this kind of ordinary, carefree and free life is really good.

Zhao Yi returned to his office and checked the "Red Dragonfly Monitoring System" exchanged from the system before, and everything was normal.

Today is Sunday, the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month in the lunar calendar, and the traditional Chinese Spring Festival will be celebrated in half a month.On the green belts along the street and on the glass windows of shops, Spring Festival couplets with red blessing characters have begun to be hung.The atmosphere of the Spring Festival is becoming more and more intense, and people who are rushing to work on the street usually put on a smile.Although the pressure of work is still great, the day of reunion with family is also approaching, isn't it?

Since Zhao Yi was in his sophomore year, when his parents died in a car accident, he didn't like the reunion festival very much.He felt that instead of going back and facing the cold basement alone, it would be better to work overtime to earn money, so that Xiao Ling would not have to suffer with him after graduation.

People cannot be resurrected after death!Zhao Yi can take it easy, and he will have to work hard for his own life in the future.

Zhao Yi sat on a chair by the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, took out the mulberry bow and arrow that had not been cut last time from the portable space, flipped the sharp "fang" dagger in his right hand, and it appeared in the palm of his hand. Zhao Yi held the "fang" "Slowly cut up.

Every time the knife falls, there must be a thin piece of wood chips falling, and the thickness of each piece is surprisingly consistent.Not long after, a layer of white sawdust piled up at Zhao Yi's feet.

Looking at the finished bow and arrow in his hand, Zhao Yi still felt dissatisfied, although it already had the shape of a bow and arrow.

Maybe it's because he has been making bows and arrows for a long time, and his heart has become peaceful. Even if the bows and arrows did not meet his requirements, Zhao Yi did not show any anxiety. He took out another mulberry tree from the space, and slowly cut it one by one. .

After sitting for a whole morning, just as Zhao Yi finished packing up the sawdust and was about to eat, there was a clear knock on the door outside the office.

"Please come in!" Zhao Yi knew who it was when the footsteps approached his office.

"Fortunately, you haven't eaten yet. You can't get through on your mobile phone!" Shen Qingmo pushed open the door, saw that Zhao Yi was really in the office, and couldn't help complaining coquettishly to Zhao Yi who was sitting safely in the office.

"Can't get through? I'm sorry, Sister Mo, I forgot to charge. What's wrong? Sister Mo has something to do with me?" Zhao Yi held the mobile phone that had automatically shut down at some point and looked at Shen Qing, who was dressed in black professional attire and a knee-length skirt Mo asked apologetically.

"Come with me. At noon, Han Mo and the others want to treat you to dinner to express their gratitude to you."

"Bring me to dinner? Can the two of them go out now?" Zhao Yi mainly thought that Lin Wanqing was recovering and it was not suitable for her to go out for activities.

"Uh, it's eating in the dormitory. When I came, the two of them had almost prepared it." Seeing that he didn't express clearly, Shen Qingmo quickly explained to Zhao Yi.

"Oh, let's go now, I happen to be hungry too."

The two walked towards the dormitory side by side, talking and laughing. On the way, they met many colleagues who worked overtime on weekends. Everyone greeted Shen Qingmo warmly, especially most of the male colleagues, and from time to time they looked at Shen Qingmo with doubts and scrutiny. Zhao Yi beside her.

Zhao Yi was thick-skinned, kept silent, and responded to everyone's gaze with an omnipotent smile.

As soon as the two entered the living room of the suite, a scent of dishes rushed towards them.

"Wow, it smells so good! I have the color and fragrance, so I don't know how it tastes." Zhao Yi saw five dishes emitting heat on the tempered glass dining table in the living room.Looking at the colorful delicacies, people's appetite is greatly increased.

"Brother Yi, do you miss me? I dreamed about you in my dreams yesterday." Shen Jiujiu, who was watching cartoons, saw Zhao Yi coming in, and quickly got up from the sofa and rushed towards him. .

"Of course there is our little princess who misses us." Zhao Yi picked up Shen Jiujiu who rushed forward, and couldn't help but kissed her tender cheek.

"Dinner is ready! Everyone, please sit down and try my and Sister Wanqing's cooking." Han Mo put the last dish on the table, picked up a bottle of red wine on the table, and invited everyone to sit down and eat.

After everyone was seated, Han Mo picked up the red wine in his glass and looked at Zhao Yi with a smile on his face, "Come on, let's offer a toast to Yi Zi, and thank him for healing me and Sister Wanqing's wounds."

Han Mo found a good reason for this. According to the current level of medical treatment, it is indeed difficult for the wounds of the two of them to fully recover, especially Lin Wanqing.

Zhao Yi stood up with everyone, took a sip of the red wine, just looking at Han Mo's flattering smile, why did he feel something was wrong?

"Come, come, let's eat. Yizi, guess which dish I cooked?" Han Mo looked expectantly at Zhao Yi, waiting for his praise. This was the first dish in her life. The next time I go to the kitchen.

When Zhao Yi heard this, he immediately became alert, "Is there a dish here that you made? Can you still cook?" Looking at her white and tender hands that did not touch the spring water, Zhao Yi expressed deep doubts.

"Hey, what's that expression on your face, can't I know how to cook?" Han Mo pouted, looking like he wanted to fight Zhao Yi desperately.

Zhao Yi quickly picked up the chopsticks, took a bite of each dish, and nodded with satisfaction, "Well, yes, these dishes are refreshing and delicious."

"And this one, and this one, sweet and sour pork ribs, how would you like it?" Han Mo excitedly pushed a prepared dish in front of Zhao Yi, with an expression of waiting to praise me soon.

It seems that she should be the one who made this dish. Zhao Yi refused in his heart, but seeing her looking forward to it couldn't discourage her enthusiasm, so he could only pick up a small piece of ribs and put it in his mouth.