It is confirmed that there is absolutely no one who can climb over the wall in Qing Xiran's yard. If you climb over the wall, you will be stabbed into a hedgehog by the sisal yard all over the yard.

Xuyou then turned around, bypassed the obstacles all over the yard, and entered the living room of Qing Xiran's house.

In the living room with thin moonlight, Xuyou saw that Qing Xiran was still on the second floor, so he sat back on the dining table and looked at the Xilai Town map drawn by Qing Xiran for him on the table with the lighted lamp.

When he looked up again, he saw Qing Yiyi's painting book. Yuyou took it over for a moment, sat under the lamp and looked at the cover with a crooked name written in crayons, pronounced,

"Your Yiyi."

This should be the name of the child adopted by Qing Xiran. This child should be very big and can actually write.

Immediately, Xuyou sneered again and said to himself:

"What's the level of this name? One by one? Dash?"

Then, Yuyou opened Qing Yiyi's painting book and looked at it page by page. There were flowers, butterflies, piglets, and a page on the book...

"my dad?"

Yuyou looked at the graffiti on this page, and wrote four words in crooked crayons. [My Dad]. Next to these four big characters is a childish muscular man, who is holding a...golden cudgel in his hand???

He is wearing a crown on his head...it should be a crown. Isn't it a crown? Could it be a tight-knit curse?

There are still seven colors of rainbows under the muscular man's feet? Is it a rainbow or a cloud?

Yuyou studied this picture [My Dad] carefully and scoffed at this childish muscular man in his heart. What a childish muscular man, he looks like a monkey.

He found Qing Yiyi's black watercolor pen, and on the edge of Qing Yiyi's painting, he was wearing a jungle combat uniform, majestic and handsome, holding a.k in his hand, wearing combat boots, and kneeling on one knee to shoot!biubiubiu~~~

I can't tell what kind of psychology this is, and Yuyou doesn't know why he has to worry about a child with a painting. He can draw vigorously.

Suddenly my ears moved and I heard the bedroom door on the second floor of the villa open, and Qing Xiran was about to go downstairs.

It was just a few strokes that ended the painting, returned to its place, closed the cover of the watercolor pen, and everything was put back to its original appearance.

Then he looked back at Qing Xiran who was walking down from the second floor as if nothing had happened. Xuyou asked:

"Didn't you wake up your daughter?"

"No, she slept like Page."

Qing Xiran held the escalator and arrived at the living room on the first floor. She looked plain and asked Xuyou again.

"Brother Mao, I'll give you my report. Is there anything else you have to do?"

She called Xuyou "Brother Mao" because she joked about her before taking revenge on him.

But Xuyou was not as thin as hers. He pretended not to understand the jokes in Qing Xiran's words and the meaning of driving people.

The night was long, and he wanted to stay for a while, but he smiled indifferently:

"I discovered something. You seemed to dislike me before, but why did you take the initiative to write a report for me and ask me to block the people sent by Mu Fengliang?"

He almost asked her, "Hey, are you starting to be interested in me?"

"Because you..."

Qing Xiran stood there, paused, looking at Xuyou who wanted to continue chatting, thought for a while, and said slowly:

"I owe you a report, and you are a good person. Please play with them well. Don't do it. You are still within the rules of the game."

Then he hinted:

"Captain O, it's too late now."

All the time to talk about, it’s time to go back!

The safety zone has not been opened yet, everyone is on the ground, the system is still there, the system is still there, the garrison is the main force, the security inspection is the main force, and the Mu Fengliang Group maintains stability. This is the rule of a city.

Although the city is very chaotic, it should be Mu Fengliang's business, not Xuyou's business. Xuyou is carrying mutant monsters outside now, and he is Mu Fengliang's key target for reliance.

If he had any abnormal movement, Mu Fengliang would replace Xuyou if he tried his best.

In the rules of the game, Xuyou can be regarded as the chief of Xiangcheng garrison, and it is very easy to replace him.

After all, it is easier to find a suitable person with strength but no brains to command the Xiangcheng garrison.

The garrison only recognizes the location but not the person. In this position, the Xiangcheng garrison listens to him. If he is not there, if someone changes his position, the Xiangcheng garrison will not listen to him.

The only way to stabilize one's position for a long time is what people want.

Therefore, in this stage of development, it is better to win over the hearts of the garrison people while finding excuses for yourself, and maintain a peaceful and friendly image on the surface, so that Mu Fengliang wants to forcefully replace Xuyou, so he has to think about it carefully.

She took the initiative to write a report to Yuyou because she is now willing to help him consider the problem in detail.

"I'm a good person."

Xuyou looked at Qing Xiran and smiled, sighed, she really had to leave, she was about to be angry if she stayed with her.

In the dark night, Yuyou's facial features were deep and three-dimensional, looking very handsome. Then he looked at Qing Xiran and looked like this, with a sense of affection in his eyes.

Male has a jade, and something will definitely happen if he doesn't leave. He wants to sleep with her...here!

Then, without waiting for Qing Xiran to see clearly, Xuyou forced his imagination back, and it seemed like he suddenly came back to his spirit:

"Add a w letter. My people will be in place in two hours. You check with me. Now I have to leave. You can arrange the people as you want. After you finish writing the report, you can send it to me."

As he said that, he added Qing Xiran's letter, which was very abrupt. He shrank his waist and abdomen in a mess, covered somewhere, hurriedly said goodbye, turned around and walked towards the living room.

Run quickly, it's too embarrassing. Qing Xiran would see something strange if he didn't run away. Next time, he would have to be eight hundred feet away from him.

Passing by the living room, he bent his waist, picked up the Rubik's Cube played with by a child on the ground, threw it away, caught it, placed it on the coffee table, and flashed out of the door.

Qing Xiran was behind Xu You, looking at his agile skills, shook his head, lowered his head and turned off the small lamp on the table, and went upstairs to go to bed.

Along the way, she casually looked at Xuyou's w letter, and there was only a horizontal line in her circle of friends, and there was nothing.

The avatar is a photo of Ouyu holding a woman and taking a look in front of the mirror.

The woman was wearing a white bathrobe, the kind provided by the hotel, with her back facing the mirror, and her figure was slender, and her back looked weak. She had a ponytail tied behind her head and tied with a brown rope.

Ohyou was wearing the same hotel bathrobe and facing the mirror. He placed one hand on the woman's waist and the other hand in front of the mirror. The expression on his face looked more ostentatious than he is now, and there was an unspeakable tenderness between his eyebrows and eyes.

The nickname is also very artistic, just two letters: [yy]

What is yy? Waiwai? Or the first pronunciation of "you", and the first pronunciation of another character?

Qing Xiran felt that Xuyou must love the women in the photo. She looked at the small avatar photo on her phone and analyzed the pixels of the phone. It was not very high. According to the decorations in the surrounding rooms, it should be in the bathroom of a hotel.

He and the woman were standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, so this was taken by him when he checked in with the woman.

According to the comparison of the pixels of the photo, and the mobile phone style that Yuyou holds should have been at least four years, or nearly five years.
Chapter completed!