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"Yoda, it's time for you to leave..."

“Yoda…”

"Honey?"

When the extremely slight sound came out on the bed, he seemed very helpless in a very funny scene on the weekend. On the bed, he lay in the far side, straight like a soldier standing in a military position. Yoda bending his long white legs to the weekend without any scruples. He occupied three-quarters of the bed alone, but he dared to show off his might and fell asleep!

"Yeah~!"

Yoda's throat was unhappy of being woken up, and her body twisted quickly on the bed, like a big white worm turned over and quickly returned to its original position through the shaking of her body.

Well……

I found that this description seemed a bit disgusting on the weekend and it seemed that it should not be used on my beloved woman.

He slowly slipped out of the bed under his magical thighs. When he put on his pants and walked towards the toilet, Yu Guangzhong saw the blood-colored mark on the bed representing purity. In this second, a secret joy rose from his heart, and hummed a tune that was completely inconsistent with the season in autumn. "It's the New Year in the first month...'.

"Don't make a noise!"

"Why."

The room became quiet. Yoda, who had been awakened, heard the water flowing from the toilet at the slowest speed. The noise was so small that it could be controlled, she didn't even open her eyes and smiled gently.

She doesn't want to turn her man into bronchitis, but if a man is unwilling to create a comfortable environment for you after you have given the most precious thing and can only have once in his life, then this man is definitely not worthy of love. On the contrary, this man is feeling sorry for you.

Click.

A slight noise came from the door, and then it was closed again. At that moment, the sound of the door being pushed in the corridor sounded frequently. A man who had completely recovered his energy after a night of rest was harassed the three little guys who had no ability to resist: "Get up!"

"Jisty, how did you wrap yourself around with a quilt?"

"Roger, let me find you wipe the nausea from your body with your underwear and socks, and I'll throw all your magazines into the trash."

"Stop shave the stains on your white sneakers with my razor, Gaia, why can't you brush your shoes?"

The villa became lively again. On the weekend, when the mood was in a good mood, he began to take care of the lives of three little guys for the first time. He began to help them clean up the messy house and scolded those bad habits. Although these three little guys were all treated as indifferent to their ears, they were still doing their best on the weekend like a family man.

There is a saying that goes, yes, you have to contribute to your family to have a family.

Half an hour later, the three little guys walked out of the villa cleanly, followed them on weekends, and got into the SV with them. Today, he would go to send the three little guys to school.

Why are you so motivated on weekends?

In fact, this is very simple, it comes entirely from the substitution effect. If something that makes people feel depressed first, and then something that you have long hoped to happen but never happened, then the emotions after the first thing happens will be diluted by joy; on the contrary, if something you have always expected and then a very depressed thing happens, then the joy will be diluted.

This is Yoda's purpose, because she believes that as long as she passes this level, she can continue to move forward with her own abilities on the weekend until she finds the answer deep in her heart.

Bee, bee, bee.

His phone rang while driving three little guys to school on the weekend. The moment he answered the phone, Josh's voice came over.

"Zhou. Did you ask someone else to handle that case for you?"

Hearing this, Zhouzhang frowned: "How is it possible? I have to be careful when I check such a sensitive thing myself. How can I feel at ease to let others interfere?"

"Isn't it you?"

"What the hell is wrong?"

Josh sighed and said, "Your immediate boss, Sheriff Connors has been arrested."

"Who will catch him? He is the police himself."

"Homeland Security Agency!"

He was silent on the weekend and couldn't figure out what this matter had to do with the Homeland Security Agency.

"The matter is still confidential, and we are the only people who know about it, the Department of Homeland Security and the Governor."

Squirt.

I parked my car on the side of the road on the weekend, opened the car door and walked out of the car and stood on the street and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know much. It seems that Connors is investigating a case of military-standard weapons outflow. This case found an officer affiliated with the Homeland Security Bureau... and wanted to pull the governor into the water."

"This idiot."

Josh did not express his personal emotions on the phone, but said symbolically: "Be careful, the Homeland Security Bureau's style of service is different from ours."

"etc."

After Josh said the final statement over the weekend, he still did not let the other party hang up the phone and continued to ask: "What do you mean is that when Connors investigated the military-style weapons channels obtained by the Mexicans and Russians, he found the officers under the Homeland Security Bureau, thus causing him to be arrested?"

“I don’t want to repeat.”

"No, I don't mean that, Josh, answer me, is that the case?"

"That's right."

"That is to say, except for the police, the CIA, and the Homeland Security Bureau, the news of military-standard weapons outflows has not yet spread."

"So... Josh, I think I can start to check now."

Josh began to be surprised by the unusual way of thinking on the weekend: "What did you say??!!"

He showed a very restrained smile on the weekend and said calmly: "It's nothing, I'm just saying that any places in the minefield that have traces of explosions are safe."

"Are you going to continue to touch this case after Connors was secretly arrested by the Department of Homeland Security?"

"Why not? Haven't we all agreed on the terms?"

"What are you going to do?"

"That's my business. You just need to do me a little favor, very, very little busy."

Josh was not confused by the words of the weekend, but became more cautious at this time. After a full ten seconds of silence, he said: "I don't guarantee anything, but I can listen to your request first."

"Then let's meet and have a conversation, about fifteen minutes later."

"What are you doing now?"

"I have to send my kids to school."

Josh's face turned green when he held the phone in the CIA. Such a big thing happened, you, a star police detective in Los Angeles, have to send your child to school first?

I hung up the phone without caring about it on the weekend, and returned to the car and whistled and drove on the road again. It turned out that the case of whom touched and died was now time to be brought up.

[The 515 is coming soon. I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list. By May 15th, the red envelope rain can give back to readers and promote works. It is also love, so it will definitely be better!] (To be continued.)
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