Chapter 211: Send a good person card at will (2/2)

Those histories are recorded in history books, and some are not recorded in history books, but she knows it.

It's even different from what is recorded in history books, but Tan Mo knows that what he knows is true.

Although she can't write these in the first episode, she has decided to write according to what she knows.

Tan Mo wrote an episode all night.

By the time she finished writing, it was almost 4 o'clock in the morning.

It's just because the night is long and the day is short, and there is still no light outside.

Tan Mo yawned, saved the document, and hurried to sleep for a while.

At 7:30 in the morning, Tan Mo was woken up by the alarm set by his mobile phone.

In total, I slept for three and a half hours.

It is estimated that it will only be about an hour or so in total to truly enter the state of deep sleep.

It's like being awakened just after falling asleep.

This is the most uncomfortable state.

Tan Mo's head is dizzy now, as if there is a mass of paste inside.

Shaking his head, the thick paste inside still lingered.

Tan Mo seemed to have returned to the state he had on the day he was drunk, even worse.

The reaction that day was half a beat.

She can take three or four beats slower now.

Can't even think of things.

She sat on the bed, her eyes stunned for a while.

He turned his head and looked out the window.

It's still pitch black.

Tan Mo got out of bed now.

Flicking his slippers, went to the bathroom blankly, washed up again blankly, and took out a small bottle from the wash bag.

Without seeing clearly what was taken out, I opened the lid and glanced briefly, seeing that it was the texture of the cream, so I applied the entire face.

As for the lotion, she can't remember applying it anymore.

Tanmo's current state is that the first thing I picked up, regardless of whether it was water or cream, I applied it directly, and I didn't plan to use anything else.

After finishing the painting, I changed my clothes for going out again.

After such a busy schedule, anyhow I feel a little more sober.

From a slow reaction of three or four beats to a half beat of a slow reaction.

Before going out, Tan Mo habitually went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

This is her habit every time before going out.

When I wiped my hands, I saw that the small bottle she had taken out to paint her face hadn't been put back, so she picked it up and put it back in the washing bag.

When I picked it up, I realized that what she had just taken out was a bottle of eye cream.

Tan Mo: ”...”

Did she just apply eye cream all over her face?

What a luxury.

But forget it, don't care about these details.

Tan Mo put the small bottle of eye cream back into the wash bag and went out with the bag on his back.

While waiting for the elevator, Tan Mo received a call to talk about chess.

”Mo Mo, are you up?” Tan Quanqi asked.

”I'm up, now I'm going to the restaurant for breakfast.” Tan Mo said, covering his mouth and yawning a little.