Marshaw, of course, didn't like it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The people above really hate to grasp all the talents in their hands, but the problem is that the people below are always the ones who do things.

The talented people are all up, and all the people above are in the hands, what should they do below?

Moreover, only grasping and not doing things, this is not a waste of talent, and what is it?

When they have "mastered" the person, and called it "honed the talent", the person has also been arrested and wasted, and he can no longer do practical things.

"If you don't report it, will he be happy?" asked Chen Baiqiang.

"No problem, it's up to me. As long as the director applies for a little more funding and gives some benefits, this person will win. ”

Saying that, Ma Xiao also said mysteriously: "And the director, you forgot, my sister is a big star!"

"Huh?"

Does it matter?

This guy isn't going to sell his sister, right?

Chen Baiqiang's face twitched, and he didn't know it.

The 13th bureau has no manpower and no resources, and his subordinates work so hard to pull people, so it is naturally difficult for him to pour cold water as the director. On the contrary, if his subordinates are all such people, he will be the director!

Originally, even if Ma Xiao was not opened, he would have been transferred to sit on the cold bench, but Ma Xiao became a talent again.

"Thank you!"

Out of Chen Baiqiang's office, Ma Xiao wiped his sweat and thanked Chen Wu.

"Hmm. ”

Chen Wu nodded, stopped talking, and regained his cold and lonely temperament.

Instead, Marshaw said, "Well, it looks like I'm going to have to figure out how to get some pictures of my sister." Otherwise, he won't believe this empty talk!"

Chen Wu glanced at Ma Xiao, and said nothing about this behavior of selling his sister.

Contempt or something, maybe there is, but it can't be seen in his expression.

But it is civilized, and I feel it in my heart, and I think: Which thing is this that is calculating itself?

"Greasy sauce, you're finally back, if you don't come back, I'm going to starve to death by you. ”

When he returned home from Zhou Tianxiang, Civilization was complained about by He Mushi.

"Sister Shihui, don't you know how to cook yourself?"

Civilization is a little helpless, but also a little moved. Judging by the way she looks, she should have waited all night. And last night, he forgot to call again.

"It's not as delicious as your cooking, greasy sauce, go cook. He Mu Shihui raised his hand at him, and the whole person lay lazily on the sofa, and did not ask Wenming where he went last night and what he did, but he looked weak and I was going to starve to death.

Of course, not forcing civilization does not mean that she will not be coquettish.

This is probably the difference between Japanese and Chinese!

"No, I brought this. Wenming took out a delicate pink paper bag from behind him, which contained snacks he had brought with him at Zhou Tianxiang's place, cream cake and ice cream.

After all, there are a lot of girls in the family. This kind of dessert is also their favorite. If you see it, you will bring it back. Anyway, Zhou Tianxiang doesn't eat it. Throwing it there is no use other than whitening and waste.

"What is it?" Looking at the delicately packaged pink paper bag, smelling the sweet taste, He Mushi's eyes lit up, and he instantly resurrected with full blood, jumped up directly from the sofa, grabbed the paper bag in his hand, and quickly opened it.

When I saw the delicate and lovely pastries inside, there was no one else in the whole world, and I carefully took out the pastries and put them on the coffee table the same, and my mouth unconsciously muttered: "Mine, it's all my ......"

Women and children have never been able to resist the temptation of sweetness.

And He Mu Shihui, whether it is gender or from the perspective of her becoming a Zashiki boy, cakes and ice cream have always been her dead end.

"Don't worry, I've already eaten it, and I won't rob it from you. Wenming shook his head with a wry smile, he had indeed eaten it, although he didn't like this kind of sweets that were too sweet, but the pastries made by Zhou Tianxiang there tasted really good, and he was worthy of being a rich man, even if he didn't eat it, he invited the dim sum master.

This dim sum for the rich is not something that can be bought outside.

"Have you eaten?" Hearing the point, He Mu Shihui shifted from the world of pastries to him, staring at him sharply, like a wife who suspected her husband of having an affair, "Eat with whom, woman?"

As he spoke, he put it next to him and sniffed it on him, and after a while, he nodded: "Well, well, it really smells of a woman, say, who are you going with?"

Gotta boast early.

It seems that women, whether they are Japanese or Chinese, are actually the same.

"Yes, Sister Mai, is there any problem?" Wenming didn't bother to explain, otherwise the more he explained, the more troublesome it would be.

Instead of depicting it darker and darker, it would be better to dispel her thoughts in the first place.

Civilization thinks very well, but it also needs the cooperation of others.

"Hmph, I actually found one outside. He Mushihui muttered and glared at him dissatisfied.

Obviously, she didn't have the slightest idea of cooperating.

It's early, it's really early!

"Sister Mai, if you still want to eat such high-end dim sum in the future, don't say this kind of thing that will cause people to misunderstand. ”

But civilization also has a killer feature - food.

"Greasy...... Sauce ......" He Mushi's face changed, and he shouted sweetly, and then the whole person had to lean on him, "You are so good to me, how do you want me to thank you?"

It's not convenient to be a ghost. For example, she can't taste the food of the world without the help of civilized means.

The so-called "can't eat" is not that she can't eat it, but that she can't eat the taste of the food itself.

Like her, she is already a half-spirit and half-god existence, and she can naturally accept the offerings of others.

However, the difference in its energy level also means that she still wants to taste the deliciousness of the food, and she has to use special techniques.

Don't forget, even if you are a big living person, sometimes the taste will change, let alone a ghost. The ingredients are different from the taste of eating in her mouth when she was alive.

Civilization threatens her with this, of course, it is a dead end.

"No, you've already helped me a lot, haven't you?"

Her return, a bit of a kiba, civilization quietly moved away.

"It's okay! Zashiki Boy originally lived with people. He Mu Shihui emphasized the reason for her adoption of civilization, and suddenly bent down, not caring that she was only wearing a white vest and revealing a large area of snow-white skin, and looked at him with sparkling eyes, "Otherwise, you still come to attack me at night, okay?"

Sure enough, it's Kiba!

It's not that Wenming knows her age when she died, and Wenming has to wonder if she is from a superior background.

Nima: This is too open, there is wood?