Yan Luo: How about your task progress last time? Has the relationship with Tanasus be done?

Yan Luo: There is a new task to give you. @all members

Meng Po said to say goodbye, but wrote his humanities.

After chatting with the god of death in person, after feeling how cute the death was, she wen Siquan Yong, mad liver, and couldn't wait to share it in the group immediately after writing.

Meng Po: [Document]

Meng Po: I wrote the brothers!

Meng Po: Why don't you speak? It is evaluated, but this is my hard -working liver luxury car!

The group was still silent, but there was news in another group.

Lu Zhidao: Girl Meng, are you ... did you send the wrong group?

Cui Yan: Hurry up, after all, a colleague, I can't bear to collect the corpse for you.

Meng Po:? Intersection Intersection I didn't send it to the group of death. I still knew that I didn't dance in front of the master.

Wei Zheng: You look up at the group name.

Meng Wan looked up and found that this was the proletarian group.

The last news of the group of death stayed in the afternoon, and she was not sending that group.

... So where did she send 10,000 characters?

Meng Wan watched the group name of his document tremblingly-

Local prefecture work group.

After half a day, a message was slowly jumped on the screen.

Yan Luo: What kind of evaluation do you want?

Chapter 67

When just opened the document, Yan Luo thought that this was documentary. The beginning was that the little dead god moved into the apartment and lived with him.

He ordered his subordinates to learn more about Tanasus as much as possible and had a good relationship with death. Meng Po died and wrote such a long observation diary. This job attitude is worthy of praise.

However, Yan Luoyue felt wrong.

Why did he press the little dead and kissed the corner? Can't you get angry? This is unrealistic, and the little death does not need to breathe. No, it has been separated from reality since the corner.

When did he peel off the black robe in the bedroom and put him like that? And in the staircase bathtub balcony, like this? He didn't know what he looked like a small dead robe.

Where is he so bad enough to force the little death to cry and ask for mercy? As soon as he cried, did he directly want to do his best to comfort him?

What do you write? He couldn't stand the rumors and rumors. This was destroying his reputation, and he defiled the innocence of the little death.

Yan Luo turned off the document, his cheeks were red -haired, perhaps angry, and maybe he mixed with other emotions that could not be clear.

He hurt the younger brother as his younger brother. What the subordinates are doing, it is really the same.

Yan Luosheng laughed angrily, knocked on the keyboard with his fingers, and made a line: What kind of evaluation do you want?

The group was silent as long as a century.

Meng Po withdrew a message.

Meng Po withdrew a message.

Meng Po withdrew a message.

Meng Po has withdrawn from the group chat.

Does the Greek underworld still receive employees? She wants to work in a god system, she can't stay in this place.

Meng Wan retreated, but did not delete Yan Luo's friends, where she dared to delete the boss friend.

Yan Luo directly chatted with her: did not return in three seconds, and the salary of this life was gone.

One second later, Meng Po joined the group chat.

Yan Luo: Why dare not speak? Isn't it very big one by one? This king knows that you have a non -discussion king in private, and you want to open one eye and close one eye. However, you did not expect that you were together, but he cared about it.

Yan Luo: The king and the god of death are clear and innocent, and then think of some of these, all went to hell. This year's year -end award is canceled.

No one dares to say a word.

For a long while, Zhong Yan finally asked the public as a question: Is it to cancel the year -end award of Meng Po?

Yan Luo coldly: All. Meng Po was canceled for two years.

This wave of Meng Wan was obviously wrong, saying that others did not believe it, and the group could not run away.

The group was sorrowful, but dare not refute. After all, when Meng Po said that when he wanted to write the same humanities, no one was stopped, but he urged more vigorously.

After dealing with these unreasonable subordinates, Yan Luo turned off his mobile phone coldly and planned to go upstairs to go to bed.

However, in the past, when Yan Luo stepped on, Yan Luo suddenly appeared a living scene.

In that document, he walked from the first floor to the fourth floor with a small death god. Every time he took a step, the little death was panting on his shoulders, tears, and wet the steps. But it was winding to the steps on the fourth floor, but it was as long as the end.

"..." Yan Luoyou's footsteps were suddenly heavy, and he felt that the stairs were infinitely extended.

After finally going to the fourth floor, Yan Luo glanced at his body incredibly.

... He went to the stairs to harden himself.

The white face suddenly flushed, Yan Luo did not dare to look at the bedroom door closed by Tanasus, and even dared not look at the corner of the living room -it would remind him of pressing the little death in the corner of the corner.

Yan Luo quickly opened his door, went to bed with a quilt to cover his body, closed his eyes to calm himself. He has always been clear -hearted, and he has never had a bodhisattva. At this moment, he reacted, and he was not ready to solve it, just waiting to calm himself.

However, ... a staircase can be written by Meng Wan, and the occasion of the bedroom is even more important. Yan Luo closed his eyes, but he remembered more unbelievable scenes.

Not only did not calm down, but also even more uncomfortable.

Yan Luo opened his eyes expressionlessly, got out of bed into the bedroom, ready to take a cold bath for himself.

The cold water really effective, and the grandfather Yan felt that Yan Er was no longer troubled, and his long legs across the shower room. His eyes were half -lifted, facing the mirror's long half of his long hair, and saw the bathtub behind the mirror, and the movement suddenly meal.