Qiao Weitang had dinner, washed the dishes, let the two younger brothers go to sleep, and lay comfortably on the bed by himself, just seeing the message sent on his mobile phone.

It's an emoji sent by a male god.。

Male God: [There is always unexpected warmth, and endless hope]

"What the is this?"

This kind of positive and sand sculpture emoji.

Joe: Brother, have you been stolen again?

Male God: ...

Male God: Wrong.

Isn't that obvious???

Qiao Weitang suddenly reacted, she has been very busy recently, it seems that she has not been with the male god for a long time, why do you think that the more the little milk dog looks at it, the more pleasing it is.

The admiration for the male god is a little lighter.

Phew, the little milk dog is a fart.

At this time, Jiang Tong, who remarked the dog things, sent a WeChat message: Is it ranked?

Joe: [apathetic]

Joe: [disgusted]

Joe: No!

Deny the triple, comfortable.

Dog Stuff: If you don't row it, you won't row it!

Jiang Yun was angry with smoke above his head, and the two emojis of indifference and disgust almost made him angry, and he poured a mouthful of fat house happy water.

Coco jumped up and pulled his leg, and Jiang Tong took out a hand to hold it to his lap and rubbed its fleshy little head.

The other mobile phone clicked, Jiang Tong raised his eyebrows slightly, picked up the phone and looked at it.

Joe: Male gods play games together (ง˃̀ꄃ˂́)۶

Joe: ♡ +♡=♡²

Joe: [Waiting in circles]

Jiang Tong: "......"

Two mobile phones, placed on the table at the same time, the same WeChat interface, the same avatar, the same person.

Everyone else dies at the sight of the light.

He only deserves to live in the network.

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In the end, the humble cub Jiang Tong still chose to put on his male god vest and play games with the "beloved woman".

It's humbling.

Qiao Weitang felt that he had to find the feeling, the feeling of being fascinated by the operation of the male god at the beginning.

In fact, he didn't have any aura except for his low-key operation, because she thought he was powerful, so she forcibly gave him a halo.

Qiao Weitang also took a special look, and the little milk dog was also online.

I won't play with you, huh!

Jiang Tong sent his account password to ZERO, "Okay, I know, don't give me too much weight." ”

Flower thief ZERO wants to take his sister.,That sister is quite good at playing.,I have to play ZERO's number.,Say what to bring a professional logo.,What do you want to try.。

ZERO got his number in order to get the face.

Qiao Weitang still uses a trumpet, and she doesn't want to expose her identity to this plain masked netizen for the time being.

How embarrassing it would be if it collapsed in the end.

JUST ENTERED THE GAME, THE THIRD FLOOR ID, SIS, SISTER???

Qiao Weitang was stunned, no, she was obviously on the fourth floor, why was there still her above her head?

SIS AND SISTER: "HELLO EVERYONE, I'M A PROFESSIONAL PLAYER, THIS WILL TAKE YOU TO LIE DOWN." ”

Buried surviving: ......

Sun Ce is not here tonight: . . .

Teammate: the pro, I remember this team, two days ago, actually won LJ, Sister Niupi!!

Sun Ce is not here tonight: . . .

SIS, SISTER: WHAT DO YOU MEAN ON THE FOURTH FLOOR, KEEP SENDING A FULL STOP?

Teammates: Who do you look down on? Pros! Have you ever seen it?

Sun Ce is not here tonight: I haven't seen it, I haven't seen it, and I don't mean to offend.

After choosing the hero, sure enough, this imposter also used her signature hero, Da Qiao.

Qiao Weitang was in the middle of the road and chose Xiao Qiao.

In the end, I used the soft girl skin of the colorful unicorn, after all, in front of the male god.

As soon as he entered the game, the silent male god spoke.

[We] bury the surviving (100 miles of promise): professional players, what about your target?

SIS, SISTER (Big Joe): What is the standard?

[We] bury the surviving (100 miles to keep the contract): the occupation standard plus the national standard.

SIS, SISTER (Big Joe): I'm hiding, do you have an opinion?

Qiao Weitang: "......"

Ye is happy.

Sister, you can pirate, can you be more expensive.

In the end, she found out that not only the name was pirated, but even the operation was pirated.

The elevator is frightened, the hearse is dead, and the head is sent thousands of miles.

[We] Sun Ce is not here tonight (Xiao Qiao): Da Qiao put the big move back a little bit, and we will pass it over and it will be gone.

[ME] SIS, SISTER (BIG JOE): MOUTHY, I AM THE FIRST BIG JOE IN THE NATIONAL UNIFORM, USE YOU TO TEACH ME?

Sun Ce is not here tonight (Xiao Qiao): . . .

Qiao Weitang lived for nineteen years, and suddenly found that he still saw too little of the world.

Little Girl (Wang Zhaojun): Sister, I'm your fan, do I love you?

【All】Wow Ka Ka (Huang Zhong): Are you really a professional player?

【All】SIS, SISTER (Big Joe): Oh.

This time, the reaction was high and cold, but with this 1-7 record, it seems that you can only say it.

It's already super ghostly.

Little Girl (Wang Zhaojun): Oh what, who talked to you.

Little Girl (Wang Zhaojun): Sister Xiao Qiao.

[All] Sun Ce is not here tonight (Xiao Qiao): ?

Little Girl (Wang Zhaojun): I know this is your trumpet, sister, and I specially asked my roommate to show it, but your tuba is not online.

Little girl (Wang Zhaojun): Ahhh

Qiao Weitang was quite happy in the previous sentence, what does the latter sentence mean to help me confess to the dog?

[Big Joe is offline]

“……”

Until the end of the game, I really didn't connect to it.

High-end bureau sisters, isn't it fragrant with a star?

And don't look at Wang Zhaojun as her fan, the more cheerful the fan hammer, the vast sea of people find her, freeze, and throw off the big move.

One set to take away.

Little Joe, who has no displacement: "......"

In the end, against the wind, Baili Shou made about a dozen five, and actually killed three, but he was still forced.

I don't know if it's Qiao Weitang's illusion, this style of play, déjà vu, flashes and takes the big move, and then snipes instantly.

The dog seems to have dumped her once, and it amazed her.

So she was worried about this, and after a few fights with the male god, she called up Jiang Tong's occupation number information.

Check out the historical results.

Good guys, four in a row.

Qiao Weitang couldn't help but think that he might be nesting on the bed now, hugging his knees, burying his white and tender face in the crook of his arm, crying silently aggrieved.

Tut......

Poor little.