The supervisor does not die from a debt

Even after changing to a wider bed, the traits that I stimulated when I was active still lingered around, and the closer I got to me, the warmer I was, so...well, Tomano was curled up on him again.

Although I insist that I like little rabbits, how come my behavior pattern becomes more and more like a docile domestic cat.

Without accident, the left and right hands were taken over by Aoba and Ling Xian.To be honest, the supervisor always feels that it is possible for him to be evenly divided into several pieces any day.

Fortunately, everyone is not that radical, especially Ling Xian. When the supervisor woke up and was thinking about it, he had slightly loosened his hands so that he could move his arms.

"Good morning, supervisor. You don't seem to have a nightmare today. Do you need to take a break? In theory, today's work will not be too busy, but it is just theory."

The supervisor thought for a while and decided to get up. You can't always rely on it. After all, the work is bound to begin. It is better to prepare a little more to make yourself appear less rushed.

When washing, the supervisor tried to make his voice softer. After he was cleaned up, he felt a little delicately rubbing his waist and sitting on the chair, thinking about today's work arrangements.

Yesterday, he himself couldn't remember how many restarts that really hurt, especially the last one, as if the pain of the whole person being torn apart, if it were not for subconscious forgetting, it is estimated that he is now shivering.

A rustling sound came from behind, and the supervisor slightly raised his head, then suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbing Aoba who was holding his clothes and intends to sneak away.

"What's so good about, don't you think Lingxian is washing, or else stay for breakfast before leaving? Anyway, the preparation time before work is said to be not that long."

Aoba looked at the bathroom for the first time, then glanced at the place where Yuni slept, a little anxiously trying to escape.

"Supervisor, that... good morning! Then, can you let me go, at least, at least let me put on a shirt—"

This was the last scream she made when she saw Ling Xian standing at the entrance of the bathroom with no expression on her face. Because it was too pitiful, the supervisor let her change clothes just like that at the desk.

Then Qing ** also fled into the elevator. Before leaving, he waved a small fist to indicate that he would not just admit failure, and then desperately poked the button to close the elevator door.

However, the door was not closed, because Lingxian was straightening her smooth bunny ears and walking towards her with the box...Don’t get me wrong, it’s not about what you are going to do, but you want to go to the work preparation area together .

The supervisor waved his hand in a friendly manner and signaled them to work hard, then turned back to the file in front of him and continued to prepare.

In fact, the so-called preparation is not a lot of things, just put the files where they should be, and deal with some information that is out of date and basically useless.

When there was another noise behind her, the supervisor turned around and saw that Tomono, who looked a little messy with long soft hair and even looked a little sleepy, was walking barefoot in a shirt that was extremely spacious for her.

"Supervisor... Ha, good morning... Are they all gone..."

Turning around, he stretched out his hand to hug Tomino, and then kneaded the cheeks that felt so soft and so soft that they couldn't stop without hesitation.

"It's probably been a few minutes, but now there is still some time before I start working. Do I have to have breakfast before leaving? Or should I go back soon and make breakfast for my family?"

"Mmm... It's okay to be with the supervisor... But I haven't washed myself yet, so... Well, let me down first..."

To be honest, the supervisor does not want to let go.

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A few minutes later, Chino relaxed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the supervisor using the comb to treat her long hair. The occasional feeling of touching her neck with her fingers was a little itchy, so that she could not calm down in the chair at all.

When the breakfast was delivered, Tomono suddenly said: "Before...never thought of being able to be like this...I look forward to the arrival of the morning with peace of mind. I am not so scared and afraid of the whole day's work... "

The supervisor clamped the comb between his fingers, and skillfully coiled up the neatly combed long hair, rolled it into two small serve balls behind his head, and let the ends hang down naturally, looking extra cute and cute.

"Oh... the supervisor's workmanship is great... In this case, wearing work clothes will prevent your hair from being pressed into your clothes..."

No, in fact, the supervisor really wanted to see Chino wearing a sailor suit. If he could, he had better put on a red backpack-he quickly looked around and found that no one relaxed after knocking on the door.

After all, Chino is not a primary school student anymore, and there will be no ethical problems.

"Although it is really relaxing in the morning, if you are too relaxing, is it easy to become lax?"

Chino gave a violent slap, then suddenly turned his head, and Yoonie over there had already taken off the eye mask and earphones. Now he is wearing a cool style, with a huge UMD storage in front of him...Ah, it looks like a silver ring Small black ocean dress with buckle front.

It's just that she is still carrying a bunch of surveying and mapping tools, and she seems to be about to leave.

The supervisor did not rush to refute, but beckoned: "Don't be so nervous, as long as the alarm doesn't sound, or the poisonous tongue AI of Chris doesn't suddenly appear to tell you where it exploded, then the problem is not a problem."

"Rather than being nervous and consuming energy, how about coming over for breakfast? I guess Nepujiya would have been prepared long ago. Instead of going down through the layers of verification and rushing to eat some dry food, it’s not too early here. Ok?"

There is really no problem with this statement, and the breakfast that Nepujiya prepared was quite rich, and he even worked hard to prepare for the supervisor the staple food that he hadn't eaten in a long time and filled with soup, which just smelled refreshing.

"Supervisor...I haven't seen these, is there a famous meal?"

Haven't you seen Cantonese earlier?However, they are basically sweet, which is really a good breakfast for a supervisor who is not afraid of meat and has nothing to eat.

Especially the portion of each item is not too much, you can taste more different dishes, which is the feature of this breakfast.

He rubbed his hands in anticipation, the supervisor did not hesitate to distribute the tableware, and then announced that it was ready to eat-work would start later, so I wouldn't pay attention to those messy things.

By the way, most of them got into the supervisor's stomach earlier.

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The breakfast is very hearty-to emphasize, it is very hearty, with a lot of portions and fancy styles, so those soup dumplings, shrimp dumplings (not the president), quicksand buns and all kinds of dim sum, will Chino and Yuni The two were very full.

The supervisor felt that he was about seven minutes full. After sending them out of the office, he took out a bottle of sugary happy water from the drawer, and planned to drink something.

But why is that doll so quiet today?Is it possible that the clockwork is not wound again, so it lacks motivation?

While thinking about this, the mercury lamp fluttered and flew over like a ghost, landed randomly in front of the supervisor, and almost stepped into the small pot of soup.

"Idiot human, I woke up! Wind me up, hurry!"

Reaching out and grabbing the waist of the mercury lamp, the supervisor asked casually when he took the departure key from the drawer: "Why is it so anxious? It is reasonable to say that the clockwork that was wound yesterday can last until tonight? Isn't it a violent activity? It will also lead to time reduction."

"Hmph, at least your mind is still able to use... when you wind up..."

This reaction is really interesting. As long as it is wound up, the mercury lamp really looks like a clockwork doll. It doesn't move and won't blink her eyes. Even if she puts a finger into her mouth, she won't be bitten.

Then the supervisor happily turned the clockwork key until it felt awkward, and even when it was turned, it would make a'click, click' sound before stopping, and then removed the key.

"Oh, fingers, don't use force, don't use force—"

Hanging on the supervisor's finger, the mercury lamp gritted his teeth fiercely and grinds it left and right, as if he was going to bite the supervisor's finger off.

Hanging from the supervisor's hand, the mercury lamp squeezed out a voice from his throat: "Idiot humans, don't think that's all it takes. Just be careful that your throat is pierced when you sleep."

The supervisor carefully took out his fingers, rubbed them more carefully, and replied casually: "So in fact, you didn't protest yesterday because your throat was blocked?"

He was greeted by a torrent of dense black feathers, as if to completely submerge the supervisor-thanks to the company’s various measures, at least to ensure that after the torrent, in addition to the feathers attached to the supervisor’s body, Everything else was cleaned up.