Seeing that Wen Qing was puzzled, the system said again: The windowsill of your kitchen is aimed at the man's bedroom, do you understand now? You play games every day, and when you lose, you cry and cry a ghost, you keep scolding your mother, you win like a madman, dancing and calling your father, anyway, whether you win or lose, your loud voice has seriously affected that man, what do you want people to put on a good face for you?

"That's it, it's not a big problem, I'll apologize for the original owner when I'm free, after all, it's not good to be a neighbor." With his head bowed, Wen Qingwan smiled absently.

She made a cup of coffee as she spoke, then walked to the chair next to the computer and sat down.

She lifted her eyelids, glanced at the afterglow, her eyes widened suddenly, and suddenly all kinds of complex emotions flashed in her eyes, however, anger accounted for the most.

in-game.

In the middle of the month, there is a light breeze and drizzle.

The lake is like a mirror in the middle of the night, and the idle moon is hanging high.

Newbie Village, Periphery.

A woman in a novice dress with a sparrow's face stood next to the flat card, her red dress fluttering.

His gaze was stunned for a moment, and Wen Qing's slender jade hand that fell on the cup suddenly clenched, and his fingertips turned white due to excessive force.

She had a calm face, and her face was as black as Bao Qingtian's.

So, she, the "victim", didn't say anything, and was sent to the novice village by the game system?

System: Poor.

Wen Qing let go of her hand, and the cup fell on the table with a "bang", and a beautiful splash bloomed around her, she pursed her lips: Tong, what is the origin of this Wei Rui and this game? Why was he not punished for breaking the rules?

System: Good question! In fact... I don't know.

Wen Qingwan, who was waiting for a reply: ...

System: The superior said that your gold finger is too big, so it blocks my function of querying or detecting people's hearts and things, so you know everything I know.

Hearing this, Wen Qing's face changed slightly, and he said expressionlessly: Live with a smile.

With that, she leaned back in her chair loosely, tired and tired.

After thinking about it, Wen Qing developed the information interface and sent a private message to Wei Rui.

"Private Message" Nine Love Letters: Great God, Is there a lack of apprentices?

She suddenly felt a little aggrieved after she finished posting, this feeling that someone else hurt you, but you can only face it with a smile on your face, it's really uncomfortable!!

She sighed, her mood was like a thousand pounds of stone pressing on her body at this time, and she couldn't breathe.

A ding~ sound came from the computer, Wen Qingwan quickly returned to his thoughts, and at the same time, his beautiful eyes looked at the screen.

"Private message" did not wake up V: Sorry, I don't keep idlers.

The implication is that no waste people will be collected.

Wen Qingwan endured the thought of wanting to beat Wei Rui to death, he xx, didn't she blame him for becoming a waste?

Exhale and click Reply.

"Private message" nine-paper love letter: Hey, hey, hey, are you missing a leg pendant?

In less than a minute, Wen Qingwan received a reply.

"Private message" is not awake V: There is no shortage, and our team has a lot of oil bottles.

When his eyes touched the word "drag oil bottle", the corners of Wen Qing's mouth twitched.

So, he means the leg pendant as "dragging oil bottle"?

Wen Qingwan felt that she had nothing to do at this time, and a full sense of helplessness came to her heart.

"Buzz"

The pink phone next to the computer suddenly made a sound, and it started to move because of the vibration.

With a "snap", a hand as white as jade fell on the phone, and Wen Qingwan raised his eyes with a faint expression - the caller, his mother.

Mother-in-law?

frowned Dai and connected.

"Hello? Is it Xiao Bang? ”

On the other end of the phone came a woman's gentle voice, and when she spoke again, she spoke softly, as gentle as water.

Hearing the voice, Wen Qingwan did not reply immediately, but raised his eyebrows slightly and flipped through his memory.

Through memory, I found that the man who just knocked on the door was also called Wei Rui, of course, not the Wei Rui she wanted to attack.