Shen Zixin's words made Yan Xiaojing a little wavering, unsure if she would want to meet the rest of the vixens.

Wait, she remembered something.

"Does Xiao Lingyun already have Wu Xiangnu?" She asked.

Shen Zixin drank the Bitburg brand dark beer in one go: "I think you'd better ask him yourself." ”

Obviously, the answer is not no.

The discomfort caused by disappointment froze in Yan Xiaojing's heart, and she walked into the kitchen again. Annoying. Xiao Lingyun's incident had seriously affected her mood. It was only two times that her head had already turned into paste.

I'm so sad now. She thought sourly, and opened another can of Bitburg stout. If the love between the two ebbs, maybe she will be hurt deeply.

Plus the annoyance of becoming a vixen.

Oh my God. She lamented in her heart.

"Any more biscuits?" She shouted at Shen Zixin in the bedroom.

"That couldn't be better."

"Where's Bitburg's stout?"

"No, I've got enough."

She stepped out of the kitchen and placed a whole bag of cookies on the coffee table. There was an eerie silence in the room, and the two silently divided the cookies in the bag until even the crumbs of biscuits at the bottom of the bag were eaten.

"Do you have anything else to eat here?" Shen Zixin asked.

Yan Xiaojing also felt hungry, she stood up and said, "I'll go and see if I can take out something." ”

"You have a cable here?" He nodded blankly at the TV.

She tossed the remote to him: "Of course there is. If I'm not mistaken, FOX will continue to broadcast "Prison Break" tonight, and this show is really popular right now. ”

"Great." The vixen said, stretching out her legs comfortably, "I know this show, it's really good, and it makes people completely unable to stop." ”

Yan Xiaojing smiled and replied, "Me too." ”

Chalunwang woke up, his head stinging to death, as if someone had stuffed an iron nail from a drainage ditch into it.

He opened his eyes groggily.

No, it's the phone ringing.

He grabbed the phone and put the receiver to his ear: "Hey? ”

"Good morning, the sun is out." The stinging sensation came back from the broken throat of Songwentana.

"What time is it?" He asked impatiently.

"It's 11 o'clock. I'm guessing you'll love to hear that. Yan Xiaojing called you, and she didn't seem to be a big deal. ”

Charunwang breathed a sigh of relief and his body relaxed. "What about that guy?"

She didn't mention it, but she said she wanted to talk to you today. I've had her wanted cancelled because the call was from her own home. ”

Charunwang sat up, immediately feeling dizzy, and fell back on the bed.

"I don't feel good." He whispered.

"I expected that, so I told her that you won't be available until the afternoon. You know, I didn't leave your house until 7 o'clock this morning. ”

Oh my God. Charunwang sighed in his heart.

He was still lying in bed like mud, hangover. He tried to sit up again, only to feel the room spinning for a while, barely staggering to the ground. Not to mention doing other things.

"I'll go over now."

"If only I wouldn't be in a hurry. The police superintendent is now eager to shoot you. Someone from the Internal Investigation Division has been here, and they're here to investigate your and Owens' affairs. ”

"Owens' business? Why? ”

"Please, my Mr. Detective."

Charunwang asked knowingly, of course he knew why.

"Listen to me, you don't look like you are right now to run in front of the police superintendent to ask for hardship." Soventana's opinion is very practical, and it is safe, "Sober up first, let the mind clear." Come back later, I'll cover for you. ”

"I love you to death, if you are a woman, I will marry you."

"Then when it's time for our wedding anniversary, you'll remember to buy me a Hermès bag and a pair of beautiful Cartier earrings."

"No problem."

He hung up twice in a row before hanging up the phone, then closed his eyes. Continue to take a nap and he'll be able to look like a person.

Yan Xiaojing had just finished the last revision of the identity theft report at hand, and the countless red revision symbols made the whole article look bloody. She vaguely foresaw a worrying trend, and the group of old cultivators under Su Pan became more and more lazy and dependent on themselves. In addition to the mere background errors, their manuscript is now riddled with a plethora of grammatical and structural errors, as if this group of guys were not a bunch of professional journalists, but middle school students who run away every day.

She doesn't mind doing line-by-line proofreading while editing the manuscript, but the person who wrote the story should at least do his own work.

She dropped the corrected story into her outbox, stared intently at the computer screen, and opened the document again—she had opened and closed it countless times today.

Well, what else would she want to know? She went over the questions she had already listed.

Can I go outside during the day? How often do I need to smoke Yang Ling? How long can I live?

Her fingers fluttered across the keyboard.

Who are you fighting against?

And then there's the question of whether you already have ......

How do you pronounce that word? Wu Xiangnu? Spouse?

She typed "wife" instead.

God, she was a little scared to hear Xiao Lingyun's possible answer. Even if he denied it, what could he do, and from whom could he suck the yang spirit?

Also, what would it be like if Xiao Lingyun was allowed to seek relief from her hunger and thirst?

Her instinct told herself that this feeling would be as barbaric as Xiao Lingyun's little thing, and it would last until the two of them were exhausted, and perhaps even make her scarred and weak.

Maybe it's also accompanied by supreme happiness.

"Still working hard, Nonglan?" Su Pan's yin and yang strange voice came from behind him.

She quickly switched back to the email window: "It's been busy. ”

"You know what, I recently heard a rumor about you."

"Really?"

"That's right, I heard that you went out on a date with the murder detective Chalunwang, and it was twice."

"And then?"

Su Pan habitually leaned down to peep. It's a pity that Yan Xiaojing was wearing a loose high-necked shirt today, and he couldn't see anything, so he had to straighten up stupidly.

"Well done. You can do a little magic on him and see if you can get some news from him. We could have a cover story about police brutality and get it on the front page. Keep up with it, Crystal. If you do well, maybe I'll make an exception to give you a boost. ”