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Chapter 61 Chapter 61

There was Zhou Qinguang's jackal before, and then there was a tiger and leopard with such lethality as sip. Basically, the family in Wenmiaofang could no longer live there. For the sake of the safety of the family, Mianmian acted like a baby, and discussed with her brother Lu for a long time. In the end, Lu Jiancang agreed to take in the few people she wanted to protect.

In addition to the two necessary personnel, Luobotou and Lao Cen, there is another person who lives in Lu's residence, Liu Yan and Brother Liu who has some friendship with Mianmian.

The little days were still puffing and puffing forward, and unknowingly, more than a week had passed since the 31 Dong family officially moved into the piling spirit's nest.

Due to the intervention of sip, Zhou Qinguang's matter suddenly became much more complicated.

Mianmian can see that sip is not a rookie-level opponent for eo. The sergeants who used to be playful and lively had more serious expressions on their brows. Even the pile driver who didn't like to be separated from her the most, went out more and more frequently, and spent more and more time outside. They only returned to Lu Mansion after midnight.

The officers were busy running around, and of course Mianmian was not idle either.

In one week's time, there will be the unified half-term exam of the whole school of x. As a gleaming elementary school scumbag, Dong Mianmian naturally takes care of the glorious cause of cramming. She reinstalled the QQ that had been uninstalled for a long time, logged in to her account, and then began to search for review materials and tidbits about the teacher's questions in various QQ groups. Dress up or something.

This evening, the Lu Mansion was as deserted as usual, the sentinels on guard had cold faces, the sun was slowly setting from the west, and the dusk gradually filled the dome. Dong Mianmian ate dinner obediently by herself, and sent the portion prepared by the chef for Cen Ziyi to the ward. She returned to the room and continued to search for review materials.

Poke and poke with your finger, right-click to save and save, and after a few hours, the subject review materials for the half-term exam are basically complete, everything is ready, and the only thing left is the slaughter. So Mianmian gritted her teeth, clenched her small fists, opened the book and computer, and plunged into the intense review...uh, preview.

"The fire resistance rating of the house...the seismic strength...the functional analysis of the building plan and the setting of the plan composition..." She clicked the mouse with one hand, rested her chin with the other, and muttered while wearing 150-degree round glasses. This posture was maintained for about two minutes, and the army of sleepy bugs attacked with waving flags and shouts.

Mianmian yawned, her big eyes behind the lenses gradually became blurred, her head was bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice, and soon, the little wrist supporting her chin was overwhelmed. She took off her glasses and put them aside, rubbed her eyes, then limp down on the desk.

It's not... uh, I can't get in the preview ==.

His eyes glanced at the wall clock on the wall. The current time is 8:30 in the evening.

She pouted, unconsciously grasped the longevity lock on her neck with her right hand, and gently slid her fingertips over the three Chinese characters. The warm palm wrapped the cold little golden locks, and the touch felt bitingly cold. She looked in the direction of the bedroom door. The black solid wood door was tightly closed, looking a little lonely and pitiful.