Break Through the Steam Game Library

There are new surprises every day, and every day I want to break up with that man. ——Su Xiangli

I woke up again, a new day, the filtered soft morning glow fainted on the eyelids, the color I saw was pale red, I rubbed my legs, it was good, the familiar empty fell, and then raised my hand to stroke it. Chest, very good, familiar stormy waves (Yima Pingchuan).

When I got up, I felt dizzy again and looked around the room. The layout of this bedroom is more compact than the overall layout of the home. The door is on the south wall, and the east wall is a curved viewing window. It is now in light-transmitting mode. , I can see some green potted plants clustered on the balcony outside the window.

The wallpaper on the west wall is pure beige. Computer desks, desks, wardrobes, shelves, coat racks are leaning against the wall, and a huge chinchilla doll stands in the southwest corner.

The north wall is where the head of the bed is. When you look up, you can see many picture frames hanging on the wall. They are all sketches of the scenery that the guy gave me. I specifically asked that person not to sign, just because I was afraid of being discovered by my mother.

Mom would tell my dad when I found out that I was young, and my dad would definitely be nagging for a long time. He was busy at work and had to worry about my life. It must be very hard.

Oh, mother, Yang Xin, this person looks good-tempered, but in fact, he is the worst. He is at home on weekdays, except for cooking. Anyone who is picky will criticize me if something doesn't go well.

Tuk tuk.

Someone knocked on the door. Only Baiyang Yangzhen would knock on the door of my bedroom in this family. It was a microphone, my mother's running dog, and used to squeeze my dream time as an accomplice.

"Come!" I said reluctantly, really want to turn on the privacy mode, and then stay alone in the room for a day, no, I still want to see that guy, get up early and have nothing to do, simply learn the online class Well, lest he laugh at his monotonous course again.

Opening the door, it was the mother Yang Xin standing in the corridor.

Mother's expression is very wrong. She is always reserved towards others, smiles politely, and frowns me strictly. But today she is different, her brows and eyes are full of doting.

I haven't seen this look in almost ten years.

Since she formally taught me the Chinese white case technique, Comrade Yang Xin would only give me advice and no tolerance.

"What are you doing here?"

When his mother Yang Xin heard this, she was obviously stunned. She looked hurt and feeling hurt. Who would you show it to? Show me it?

"Xiangli, last night you said you wanted to make mullet with your mother." Mother's fingers were tangled in her apricot apron, with a girly gesture, I couldn't help but want to cover my face.

Mom, it’s really difficult for me to do it like this. Shouldn’t we be the kind of incompatibility between menopausal mothers and rebellious daughters?

"I forgot." That person must have said something about Melaleuca. Oh, don't interfere with my social relations.

My mother lowered her head and turned around sorrowfully, a torrent of shame surged in my heart, and suddenly this emotion broke through my poor self-esteem. When I recovered, I had come to my mother, holding her hand.

Mother gently squeezed my fingers, the heat and the truth of contact passed through, I don't know how to respond, and I was stiff and didn't move.

"Go, let mom see if your craft has improved."

"Yes."

During the two months of summer vacation, the guy and I exchanged bodies frequently, sometimes once a day, sometimes once every three or four days, or even once half a day. The opportunity was that both of them fell asleep at the same time, but this was only a prerequisite. The specific exchange rules are still unknown.

Before going to bed, we will talk once to inform each other of what we are doing today, so as not to get each other into a dilemma.

We started to keep diaries, but they were all private diaries and would not be seen by each other. This is a promise, and we agreed to make it public on the day this abnormal state disappears.

The first day I kept my diary was July 31, and I had to make up the experience of the previous days...

I have warned that nasty bad guy many times not to interfere with my family relationship, but sadly, my mother is now completely in love with the skin bag that wraps me-him.

So that every time I change back to my body, I have to surrender in front of my mother's kind eyes.

But after all, I am not the genius with the surname Lu. His white case skills are highly praised by his mother, but let me do it myself, but I will only get the tuts of Ms. Yang Yu's disdain.

I hate it, mom, why are you so leisurely. She loves food and works as a chef. She is not the kind of guy trapped in the kitchen. She is a senior nutritionist, gourmet designer, and heir to a lot of intangible cultural heritage.

Mom, you are so free, which made me passive at home. It's better for that person's home. Usually there are only me and two younger sisters. I really like them.

In addition to this, I now vaguely remember that I met another in that person's body, a trumpet, a guy who claimed to be a body operating system.

But I can't remember what the little guy said to me.

It seems to be four words.

Can not remember.

It's not a big deal either.

I promised my two sisters~www.readwn.com~Of course, it was Yaomei. I said that I would make a large wooden sculpture for her. I would make her a table of food that was better than my brother’s craftsmanship, and I would buy her. New computer, I want to make an AI pet for her... This is my Jedi counterattack against that guy.

It is a pity that I am not vicious enough, and he can fulfill all my requests. And he did it. In my younger sister's eyes, I have become a wishing machine, and he is a master of dreams. Yes, the little girl said in her own mouth that she discovered the abnormality between me and that guy. The child’s sensitive intuition told her that there are two different souls in the body of the older brother.

One day, to be precise, it was August 3, Sunday, and the first day of July. Today I am that guy again. The second sister came to me.

Sun Sheng, this little girl, I actually think of her as my bridesmaid in my heart-isn't it too frivolous to say so? But I have dreamed of my wedding with that guy more than once, the wedding in my dream, and every time such a dream is echoed with beautiful piano music. Sun Sheng walked next to me. She grew up, very beautiful, a beautiful girl who made people shine, but she was too serious, with mountain lines between her eyebrows, and she was difficult to get close at first glance.

But that's just a dream. The little girl I see now has a smooth face, which reminds me of the reflection of the cherry skin that is soaked in water. The white color is bright, and it is a coveted light, but Sun Sheng is frowning. Frown.

"what's wrong?"

"Brother, Dad is very unhappy."

I was stunned. That guy's father, Lu Jiande, right? I was quite impressed with him. He occasionally appeared at the table head, unconscious and always careless.

"why?"

"Since you killed his mistress, he has been unhappy."

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