Pheromone Recognition Disorder

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    Jiang Ci has been chasing Huo Xianfeng all the way.

    And the latter is holding a small cylindrical black metal segment high in his hand. But that is actually the manual controller of the internal system in his room. It is usually very small, about the length of a finger, but after the deformation is unfolded, it becomes an electronic board, which can be used to set various systems in the room, and can also play video.

    The point is that it can play recorded video! ! !

    Play that.......that kind of video they had last night!

    "Huo Xianfeng!!!"

    Jiang Ci was extremely ashamed at the moment. His memory is naturally very good, even if he is drunk, or under the influence of drugs, or even collapsed to the point of losing his mind while doing that kind of thing, but no matter what the reason is, as long as he is not completely unconscious at the time, there will be no memory fragments afterwards Happening.

    Maybe at that time, his mind was chaotic and he didn't pay attention to the outside world, or his reason was not clear, but when he calmed down later, all Jiang Ci's memories would not be lost at all, and they were even quite clear.

    Therefore, the moment the major general realized that there was a video recording, all the details of what happened last night appeared in his mind.

    He remembered all the details clearly. So I also know what the picture taken inside will look like.

    Shame. Shame, shame. Shame!

    In fact, it’s okay to wear clothes in the front, and I probably can’t take pictures of that kind of hidden angle, but the back is different! The back... the words in the back can't pass the trial! ! !

    "Huo Xianfeng——!"

    Jiang Ci's every hair stood on end, he chased after him to snatch it,

    "Delete!!!"

    "Why delete it?"

    Huo Xianfeng obviously didn't look back, but it seemed like As if there were eyes behind him, he accurately predicted Jiang Ci's movements, and easily avoided it by taking a step to the side.

    "Obviously you wanted to record it, but you still recorded it behind my back."

    "No... I didn't record that kind of thing, how could I record that..."

    Jiang Ci was really anxious to death up.

    Now Huo Xianfeng is ten centimeters taller than him, with long hands and long feet. When he lifted up the controller, Jiang Ci could only jump to grab it. But no matter how he tried to snatch it, the opponent's hand would always be just one step ahead of him, just like teasing a cat with a cat teasing stick, always giving a little hope, and then easily dodging when the cat rushed over.

    "Huo Xianfeng—!"

    It started again, this guy's bad taste started again.

    At this moment, Wang, who is in the courtship period and has successfully attracted his wife's full attention, feels very, very happy. He casually held the controller in his hand and tossed it around for fun, his eyes carelessly sweeping Jiang Ci's panic-stricken look.

    "It's not for recording that kind of thing, what is it for?"

    Jiang Ci found out that he couldn't grab it, so he didn't grab it. It seems that he has calmed down on the surface, but he is actually still very anxious, very anxious. At this moment, he followed Huo Xianfeng closely step by step, never taking his eyes off the controller in the opponent's hand for a moment, like Huo Xianfeng's second little tail.