v3 Chapter 893： True dream of mindset (1/2)

? Wednesday, August 23.

The tenth day of summer vacation officially begins.

In the morning, Zhuoyi finally awakened from drunkenness. He touched his body, um ... the flesh was soft and soft.

He just dreamed about Wang Ling, and he also started to squeeze his master ’s face. Normally, the master was paralyzed and did n’t even laugh, but in the dream last night, he dreamed that the master laughed, He even said a lot of encouragement to him.

For a while, Zhuowei didn't hold back his hands and squeezed his dear Master's face (He had this idea for a long time, but he didn't have the courage to try it ...)

Sure enough, dreaming! In my dreams, there is everything!

So, pinching and waking up, Zhuo Yi woke up, and the soft, fluffy feel made him unforgettable. Master Mingming's face looks very thin, but why is it so comfortable?

Zhuo Yi couldn't help but pinch the flesh underneath ...

Then he suddenly felt that this feels a bit wrong, the flesh is obviously much older than in the dream.

When Zhuoyi opened his eyes dimly, he saw a fat man lying under him, his forehead was severely damaged, and his blood was smashed all over the place ... in a coma ...

And just now, he even pinched the fat man's **** for a long time ...

Zhuo Wei: ”...”

Looking at the time, Zhuowei found that she was late for work again.

Sure enough, the leather wine thing can't drink too much, hurt too much, he has been a little confused now.

Zhuoyi flipped through the phone and found that he had several missed calls in his phone. It was Zhong Lang who called. Zhong Lang was worried that Zhuowei would be alone. Finally, I sent a text message and planned to visit the apartment.

Zhuo Yi quickly called back and said, ”That little bell, I'm fine! It was too late last night and I didn't get up.”

Hearing Zhuoyi's renewed energy, Zhong Lang breathed a sigh of relief: ”Zhuo is all right, don't go to bed so late at night! In other words, did you go to play the game overnight?”

”play games……”

Zhuoyi stared at the fat rounded buttocks: ”Yes! I played Overwatch last night.”

Hanging up, Zhuo Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew very well that he couldn't fight grass and snakes under his eyes.

How to cook this fat man is a problem.

The fat man fainted in his apartment, it was obvious that the plot was wrong. He came to his house while he was drunk, and had a suspicious pair of scissors in his hand. I didn't know what to do to him ...

Zhuowei subconsciously protected his crotch, and the news of Dinger being cut in his sleep this year is not uncommon.

It's just that Zhuowei couldn't understand. He didn't know this fat guy. What reason did the other party have to treat him so hard?

In any case, find someone to detain the fat man before going on trial!

As one of the important leading cadres of the war negligence bureau, he encountered an invasion at home. The problem is actually quite serious.

Zhuo Yi called Fang Xing immediately.

Fang Xing is the leader of the thug group, and the matter of interrogation of the war negligence bureau is also handed over to Fang waking up, and now the thug group of the war negligence bureau also has a connection with the chief of Liang of Songhai City First Prison, in other words It is said that the trial of the thugs is legal!

”Okay, Brother Zhuo, I'll be here.” On the phone, Fang's voice was still sunny, and there was a feeling of spring weather and rain, and the dry lungs added a little moisture.

Zhuo nodded: ”Well, I have controlled him, waiting for you to come over.”