The zombies are almost cut down, and the mood of the salary is gradually returning to the average.

Tomorrow's game, which one should you choose? Not to mention the question of the festival value, Meng Xin remembered what the system had said to him, it was about novels.

The novels of this world need him to create a genre, so how to arrange the order of appearance of novels, time intervals, and maximize the festival is also a science. The same is true for games, it stands to reason that the game should be released gradually, according to the game mode, game quality and other factors from low to high, so that adding some hands and feet to it can make players first excited, and then angry, and lose a lot of skin.

But this has to be considered a little more, and the salary is too lazy to do so.

His subsystem is a festival value system, where do you need to think about these things?

It's not someone else's system, and he's not the protagonist of someone else's house, so you don't have to think about logic, just roll up your sleeves and do it. Write whatever novel he wants, write whatever novel he wants, make any game he wants, and other indispensable songs in entertainment novels, he also has to bring them to this world, of course, he won't bring those badly written operas 2, operas 2, operas 2, pompous, exaggerated, exaggerated, or whatever, let alone go to competitions to sing, write songs for people, and the reader has long been tired of watching crookedly?

Ben Mengxin is the most sisterless person in history!

This name can't be undeserved, he can't be famous, he must be even more sisterless!

So which game is it?

Well, go to bed first!

After getting paid to the routine goodnight kiss, he fell asleep on the bed. Recently, he has not been energetic enough, and he really needs to recuperate.

Hey, I think I've forgotten something?

Meng Xin thought about it but didn't think about it, so he fell asleep......

The next day, in the early morning of the fourth day of coming to this world to be exact, that is, after Meng Xin had just slept for about two hours, the phone rang, and the system prompt was also swiping.

It's Wu Tong!

The boss is disgruntled. Don't think you're an editor and don't dare to make you!

I was in a hurry, I can't say that I want to become a kneading master, ride up and down on you, and then tie it up in a small black room, do morning exercises with you in the morning, do afternoon exercises at noon, and do evening exercises at night, only give you ** every day!

Meng Xian glanced at the festival value that had risen from dozens to hundreds, and did not forgive Wu Tong at all.

If you are disturbed to sleep, no one will laugh at it, and even if you laugh at it, you may not know how to arrange it.

Meng Xin knew what was going on as soon as he guessed it, and he also remembered that he had forgotten something, it must be something in the book review area.

However, as the eunuch king and the sisterless grass emperor, how can he succumb to the reader's prestige?

Block, decisively block!

It doesn't matter if she thinks that she is the author of the paper god because of this!

Meng Xin picked Wu Tong and blacked him out, again!

The festival value prompt was also muted by him.,You can watch it back anyway.。

Meng Xin fell asleep again.

At seven o'clock, Meng Xin was woken up by a gust of incense, and with a hint of getting up in the early morning, Meng Xin pulled it casually.

It's soft, it's soft, it's round, it's a ball, and there's a hint of warmth.

What is this?

Meng Xian opened his eyes.

But don't be the thing you imagined, if so, wouldn't this community be trampled by river crabs?

Think of those huge guys, those thick, long, hairy crab legs falling from the sky and inserting them into their bodies, and oh oh oh, it hurts!

It's horrible!

After the second success, I saw Zhen Jingwen kneeling on the bed in silk pajamas, holding a big dog pillow with a round dog head in her arms, with a trace of confusion on her face.

Zhen Jingwen is very puzzled by your behavior of pulling the dog's head, and your temperance value is -100

Meng Cheng only rolled his eyes.

Isn't it just a pull on your pillow?

It's not that Meng Xin didn't think about using Zhen Jingwen, a professional household with real festival value to supply professional households, after all, she is too sensitive, and she drops her sister grass casually, but when she thinks of the pain when she uses the eighth level of the language, Meng Xin hit the third spirit.

"Ward, oh my God!" Meng Xin covered his mouth with his hands half-clenched exaggeratedly and his eyes widened, Xiao Yueyue .jpg

Zhen Jingwen was taken aback by the abnormal behavior of the salary.

"Mom, I suddenly found that you are so beautiful in pajamas, you are so radiant!"

(*／ω＼*)

Get!

Hehe, stupid female silver!

Meng Xin sensed the 18cm broadsword and found that the broadknife was very calm, so he lifted the quilt. "Mom, I'll go to the company with you later. ”

Alyssa Zhen: ???

"Isn't there a problem with your game? let me, a super experienced player, give you some pointers, and the problem will be solved!"

＜(￣▽￣*)＞

Zhen Jingwen: "Wow, baby, you're so good, why didn't I think of this solution?"

Zhen Jingwen hugged Meng Xin's head and smacked hard, turned around and ran back to the room, forgetting to take the pillow.

Meng Xin also forgot to remind him, and his eyes lingered on the straight buttocks.

Zhen Jingwen's company, named ...... Forget it, don't mention it, it's a bit of a shame.

Walking into the company with her arm in her arms, Zhen Jingwen smiled, and the employees were dumbfounded and speechless.

Their boss, what's wrong with it today, with such a happy smile on his face?

Then they saw the man next to the boss, a handsome, handsome and sunny tall man. Is this the boss's man?

Wow, so envious!

And handsome men and beautiful women, what a match!

The employees clocked in, then stopped for a moment, and watched a man and a woman enter the BOSS special elevator before retracting their fiery gaze.

Meng Xin was slightly unhappy in his heart, thinking of the eyes of those people looking at Zhen Jingwen, he was disgusted in his heart.

I want to kill all these people!

"Xiaoxin, what's wrong with you?" Zhen Jingwen asked when she saw that Meng Xin was a little sullen.

"It's nothing, it's just that these people look at you every day, you should deduct money from their salaries, my mother is so beautiful, how can they look at it in vain?"

Zhen Jingwen was still a little stunned when she heard the deduction, but the second half of Mengxin's vinegar awe-inspiring sentence made her very useful, and she couldn't help snickering in her heart.

"Okay, from now on, Mommy is going to deduct their wages. Zhen Jingwen smiled.

"Uh-huh, that's how it should be. Meng Xin nodded, and the faces of those people in his mind slid by.

These people, the cliff needs to be deducted more!

The elevator opened, and the two went straight to the office.

"Mr. Zhen, Mr. Huang has invited you to dinner again, do you still push it off?" asked the assistant lady with a slight bend over.

Meng Xin's gaze fell on the upturned arc covertly, and he nodded secretly.

There is material and material, wide to wide.

Suddenly, he was stunned.

Mr. Huang: I invite you to dinner again?

Hold the grass, someone wants to hook up with the woman of the Benmeng family?

Zhen Jingwen waved her hand, looking impatient. "If there is such an invitation again, you don't have to tell me, just turn it down. After speaking, he quietly watched Meng Xin's reaction.

However, Meng Xin stood up, "I'll go to the bathroom." ”

After saying that, he followed the assistant and walked out.

Your unresponsiveness disappointed Zhen Jingwen, and she didn't want to pay attention to you for a minute, and your discipline value was -500

Paid a stumbling back.

My dam, you're really ......

Forget it, facts speak louder than words, and Ben Mengxin has always said less and done more.

"Little sister assistant?" Meng Xin stopped the assistant.

The assistant's little heart fluttered.

It was the first time that Mr. Zhen brought a man into the office, and she was a little stunned just now, but when she thought that this man was the man in the photo frame on Mr. Zhen's desk, she was immediately relieved.

Xindao: This man must be Mr. Zhen's sweetheart.

Otherwise, it can still be a child?

So Mr. Zhen, at what age does it have to be a child?

So, it must be a sweetheart.

Seeing the future boss asking, the assistant looked respectful. "Hello, how can I help you?"

"Mr. Huang's information, please give me a copy. ”