The supervisor does not die from a debt

After five minutes, the supervisor finally understood why the coffee coke could not be sold.

Author's message:

PS: ...people need to rest, but when to rest depends on the situation... right?In short, please ask for a ticket, huh!

776. All in all, let's take the advantage first.

After cleaning up the sprayed coffee and coke, he can only rest, so the supervisor didn't waste much time, said hello to the mercury lamp, then left the chair and threw himself on the bed.

As I said before, the temperature in the office is usually adjusted to be slightly lower than room temperature, so that people feel neither hot nor cold, just right, and relatively refreshing.

Of course, this is only relative to the supervisor.For department heads who are very likely to move closer to abnormalities unless there is a bell to heal them, the cold that acts on the spirit from the soul to the body will also be infected by the supervisor... Ah, in short, it is a humanoid heater.

Fortunately, as long as you get close, you will be able to smoothly feel happy. There is no need to do some curious things such as drinking some blood. In general, this is the mechanism of operation.

Therefore, the supervisor can even proudly claim that he may be the kind of "warm man" in urban legends. As long as sitting there, there will be unwilling little girls approaching—think about it. If it’s not for personal traits, this is Impossible.

After all, it’s just the mouth that is in charge, and it’s okay to play games at ordinary times. If you chat with someone, maybe he will be pressed to the ground and beaten to death.

But the status quo is like this. Every time you take a break, even if you can’t do anything, whether it’s Suzusen or Tomino, you must stick to your supervisor tightly, as if this will make you feel more at ease and safe. You can relax your spirit without worrying about your traits. Out of control and so on.

In fact, there is no need to post it so tightly, and the supervisor will not run away, except that because he went to bed too early, he was really boring to chat with Ling Xian about work-related topics for half a night, there was no problem.

Even Chino was cleverly lying in the boss's arms, joining the conversation with a soft voice from time to time, so that in the end, Christina had to show up and remind them that they had exceeded the rest time for a long time before the discussion ended.

It would be great if work could be as easy as this every day-but at most it is just thinking about it, it is impossible to achieve, the ghost knows whether tomorrow will suddenly contain an ultimate tricky unexploded bomb, and then annoy the supervisor directly dead.

Thinking about things that were untuned, the supervisor quickly fell asleep...Before he became unconscious, he subtly felt that he might have dreams of someone else today, and it would definitely be clear.

Unsurprisingly, the supervisor did not even have time to confirm whether he was really asleep or not. He suddenly transformed from the peaceful darkness, from the deep feet to the old floor tiles, and the weeds grew and withered as if they were released quickly. In this repeated cycle, buildings that are difficult to understand their value and meaning are constantly being produced.

In the end, in front of the supervisor was a somewhat tortuous road full of candlelights and rows of tombstones. Behind him-although he couldn't turn his head back, it was probably a long house built on a high place. The place of the hunter's workshop.

The picture in front of me is still changing at a high speed. It seems that some people are visiting and some people are leaving. I have experienced more than a long time here. In the end, when the candlelight is dimmed and the workshop is often no one came, the picture suddenly stops... No, yes It became a normal speed.

A taciturn "hunter" dressed in a foreigner's costume walked silently to the supervisor's perspective, squatted down, and stretched out his left hand.

His eyes changed. A pair of obviously jointed hands grasped the leather gloved arm that was stained with unknown liquid. At the same time, countless skills, techniques, and understanding of symbols that are difficult to describe in words, suddenly appear.

But the supervisor didn't remember anything. As a bystander, he just watched the development of the situation. After the outsider left, he returned many times. Each time he returned, he looked like he had gone through a great battle, and his clothes became more and more worn out. , Even more than a dozen times, he appeared directly under the oil lamp at the end of the path.

Just like something condensed from the illusion, this person has no feelings, but every time he comes, he always feels that he has become more silent-illusion, this person has never said anything before.

This atmosphere continued until the supervisor thought,'Ah, should I wake up?At that time, Miss Doll’s main perspective slowly shifted. After returning to the stone platform and sitting down, the supervisor felt a burst of fatigue in his heart.

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When I opened my eyes, it was an unfamiliar ceiling...No, it was a familiar ceiling. Even the number of grids was the same. There was no ignorance.

Keeping his breathing in a gentle state, the supervisor unexpectedly discovered that Chino actually did not lie on his body today, but rather slept well on his right hand side. He moved his arms habitually, and then realized that something was wrong.

Looking to the left first, Ling Xian was closing her eyes calmly, as if she hadn't woken up yet. She wrapped her arm softly and buried it in something plump and soft-it felt good.

The right hand subconsciously tested it, and the smooth lower abdomen felt very comfortable to the touch, as if he was pushing a cat. The barren body was also normal, but... who can tell him that since Chino is by his side, he feels his stomach What's on it?

Ghost press?There is still something on my stomach...

The supervisor tried to move his body carefully, but still let Ling Xian wake up.She opened her eyes quietly and said softly: "Supervisor, good morning, how are you resting? There is still some time before you wake up. Do you want to take a break?"

"Um...no, what? Can you help me see if the one on my stomach is..."

"It's Tomono, you never seem to mind, she may cause your sleep quality to deteriorate."

The supervisor slapped haha: "It's okay, it's light, so it doesn't feel anything...No, who is on my left?"

These words made Lingxian frowned in confusion: "It's Miss Aoba, don't you remember? She wakes up in the middle of the night, and then stumbles over in a daze. This is also normal. After all, you are guiding the abnormal deflection. It feels much more comfortable than Miss Ling, and people will lean over unconsciously."

"Because of this, I didn't wake you up. The closer I get to you, the clearer the feeling of being comforted. And Ms. Aoba obviously needs to be with you often to smooth the disturbance."

Even if you say so... the supervisor left the lower abdomen with the right hand, and after exploring up, found that all Aoba’s clothes had been destroyed, and she seemed to have been sleeping all the time, even sleepwalking at night, so she didn’t care at all. at this point.

So, in short, what should I say... At least before getting up, the supervisor silently said "Thank you for the hospitality" in my heart.

Although barren is like nothing.

Author's message:

PS:...Alright, first ask for a ticket and ask for a blade, and then I will see... Let alone, the liver activity has gone (

777. Add a 7 and you will be rewarded for the anniversary, right?

Not long after, the supervisor had finished washing gently. While rubbing his face with a towel, the supervisor noticed that Ling Xian was standing at the desk looking at the work board.

He leaned over and took a look. The content on the board was completely incomprehensible, so he immediately looked at Ling Xian: "What's the worst? I think you have a serious expression."

"Um...the problem is not big. It's just that some medicines are relatively small in stock and need to be commissioned. These are logistics-related issues, and you don't need to care."

Ling Xian clicked the work board a few times, and then suddenly asked, "What do you think of Ms. Qingye?"

"Me? I didn't look at it very much. She is a very hardworking person. I don't need to say too much about trying too hard. Other than that, I can drink together...what's wrong?"

"Nothing. In fact, Ms. Aoba has already begun to think that you are worthy of entrusting yourself. Therefore, she has established a very strong relationship with you. No matter how excessive your request is outside of work, she will do her best. Satisfied, do you know?"

I don’t know at all, but I’m very happy when I drink. Aoba looks quite relaxed and never mentions bad things at work. Everyone knows that people who have psychological problems can always encounter bad things. .

"Similarly, neither I nor Tomono have this mentality. Outside of work, if you have any ideas or need us to help you, please don’t feel hesitant or shy, because it will only make you hug. I have regrets."

Ling Xian put the pair of smooth ears on his head, and the slightly bent white rabbit ears shook a few times, so that the supervisor finally couldn't help it and reached out and squeezed it.

"Is it really not feeling? These ears...no, headphones."

At this moment, the supervisor just wants to divert the topic. If you don't digress, it won't work. If you continue, maybe the supervisor will really expose all of his habit.

Although it's not much worse...

Ling Xian shook his head, and after confirming the time, he said, "Of course, it is not without feeling, but it is not clear. Today's work is about to begin. Are you ready to welcome the arrival of a new anomaly?"

If you are not ready, if you can rest for two more days, you may be confident, but the supervisor can only sigh and nod, saying that he is okay, Ling Xian thought for a while, suddenly beckoned, and signaled the supervisor to bend over.

Bend her knees and lowered her head, the supervisor let herself and Ling Xian face to face, and then she reached out and put her arms around the supervisor's neck and quietly pressed her lips to it.

The eyes were staring straight at the supervisor, without any intention of closing, so that the supervisor felt a little flustered--the red pupils felt a little impetuous after a long time.

Just post it for a few seconds, Ling Xian let go of the supervisor and took two steps back: "According to the analysis, you have never used this method to enhance friendship with her except for decompression activities. In fact, this can be very effective. Quickly appease the other person, don't you consider trying it."

As soon as the voice fell, the supervisor stretched out his arm around her waist, picked it up, and moved his head directly.