MTL - The General’s Cat Always Wants To Climb Into My Bed-Chapter 34 Drunk afterwards (1)

Let him wake up with sunshine.

It was very bright, but it hurt his eyes, so he saw a glimmer of light and he quickly closed again.

He frowned, and the handsome brow formed a deep line, venting the tiredness of the owner at the moment, his consciousness was not clear, and his body was heavy and stunned.

After the hangover, he almost never knew anything about the moment he woke up.

The three major problems in the world have got the greatest sense of existence at this moment: Who am I, where I am, what I am going to do.

Oh, at this moment, the generals are almost unknown.

But soon, he gradually began to adapt to the light, and the lead poured into his mind finally smashed out, and could barely remember his name, who was in the right place, and the sound outside began to break into his ears.

In fact, the outside is quite quiet, compared to yesterday's crazy dance, today is silent.

I want to come too. Yesterday, they did drink a lot. He didn’t care about it when he was on the rise. It seems that it was too long to be suppressed. It was very happy last night.

But when he sat up, he saw from the window that a mech was removed halfway, the head was directly removed, and it was attached to the tail. The limbs were cleanly removed and neatly placed in the ground. On the one hand, live a corpse scene, from the original prestige of the snow lion to evolve into a stupid not to mention ... do not know what stuff.

The scene is very fierce.

... too arrogant.

However, because tomorrow is a statutory holiday, the new members are just an excuse, and he has a mood to make them so troublesome.

Today, a group of hangover drunks are eager to go home, and it is impossible to stay on their own initiative to clean up the mess.

Of course, the selfishness of the generals is also there.

His old man is happy, and he will inevitably want others to be happy too.

The mechs have always been famous for their military discipline and lawlessness. Whoever calls them here are mostly mad and geniuses who occupy half of the aristocratic children.

However, under the leadership of the generals over the years, most of them usually do not dare to let go.

He dragged his heavy steps and quickly came out with a few sporadic pieces in his mind, hehe... he was drunk last night, and from the memory, it seems to be drunk very early.

But it doesn't matter, he always believes in his own self-control, even if he is drunk, he should be able to maintain a very good manner.

Well, there were sporadic flashes in his mind. He remembered that when he was drunk, he went to the window sill and blew his hair. It was absolutely impossible to do strange things.

In this way, his mood is still very good.

"Hey, adult, you are awake."

He heard Lauren's voice coming from outside the door, nodded, and began to prepare to go out and wash his face.

However, his movements froze.

He looked at his clothes a little embarrassed... Hey, he remembered that he didn't wear it like this yesterday.

If you remember correctly, this is the set that Shen Zhifan wears.

……and many more!

How is this going?

Suddenly, he suddenly had a few pictures in his mind. He painfully supported his forehead and tried to think back.

Well, yesterday he blew his hair on the balcony, and then he faintly saw the face of Shen Zhifan.

Does he have strange words here, shouldn't it?

He hesitated to think about it, some headaches, but always puzzling.

No, no, but, if there is nothing, why is Shen Zhifan’s clothes on him?

Lauren sneaked a head out of the door: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Lauren doesn't like to go home. Usually, everyone will take the initiative to stay on duty when they are on holiday.

Yantou still hurts, his fingers slowly massaged the temple for a while, hesitated, and looked at him with some guilty conscience: "I didn't do anything weird last night..."

"No." Lauren was playing the game with his mobile phone and replied cleanly.

The words are slowly lowered.

"You just got up in the middle of the night and took down the mech."

Lauren casually pointed to the Snow Lion S, which had just been described as "tattered sacrifice".

Speech: "..."

Outside, is the outside of him removed?

Can't.

"But it's nothing," Lauren smiled in disapproval. "Beyond you later want to open a warehouse to start 'Raphael', by the way, to kill 'Fidy South Asia', the Snow Lion is not What are you?"

Speech: "..."

The words looked at Lauren's smiling face and his thoughts were stagnant.

"After all, there is not much money for you to dismantle the machine," Laurent said with a chin. "And insult the royal family and murder, um, usually it will be more serious."

The words moved the throat and failed to speak.

"Speaking, we almost didn't persuade you," Lauren sighed. "Then everyone was so drunk, and some of them shouted to go with you, but I was so awake with Mr. Shen. He dissuaded you in time."

He looked at his clothes silently, and asked some hard questions: "What is my clothes?"

Lauren smashed his head and fell into a bitter thought: "I don't know Huan. I was wearing Mr. Shen's clothes when you came out."

Although he said that he did not get an answer, he was relieved by accident.

... because he faintly felt that he did not want to know the truth of the matter.

"I...cough," he said, trying to defend himself, but he was inexplicably guilty. He could only clear his throat and increase the volume. "I should, I will not do those things, not that you are so confused." Already?"

Lauren couldn't hear the small expectation that the general population had broken up at that point.

"No," he continued, replied neatly. "Every year when you are drunk, everyone is used to it. Oh, I want to tell you not to tell me, I am afraid that you are angry, I want to say this. What's the matter, it's not an important thing. Everyone has been used to it for so many years."

Speech: "..."

It’s awkward, and the small expectation of the general’s adult is broken.

He repeated it hard: "...have you been used to it for so many years?"

Lauren said with exultation: "Yes, right, what is the dismantling machine? You often go out and dismantle when you are drunk, I always want to dismantle it with you. I don’t have a chance at all. Praying them every time is not allowed... Husband adults, your face seems to be not right?"

Lauren certainly won't know that the generals are now in doubt about their own lives.

In his twenty-nine-year life, he never questioned his own amount of alcohol and wine, especially in the recent comparison with Shen Zhifan.

Now he feels like he is drinking fake wine.

"I...except for dismantling the machine and going to start 'Raphael'," he said very difficultly about the fact that he could not believe. "No other strange things, like... Mr. Shen?"

These things are only a little... a little bit of a little bit of what he usually wants to do, and what is more important is not.

"No."

Lauren continued to smile happily, and continued to play with his game console.

The generals continued to take a sigh of relief and took a sip of the hangover soup next to them.

"It’s when you want to start Raphael, when Mr. Shen comes to stop you," Laurenton paused, and asked him to recall. "Then you will hold Mr. Shen for a while, then then Our face says to marry him, um, it seems that nothing else."

The general’s throat trembled and almost squirted the sobering soup.

"Nothing, this we also learn... Oh, no," Lauren shook his eyebrows. "We haven't got used to it. You didn't tell us to marry us before."

The generals who are famous, unsmiling, self-disciplined and self-disciplined now seem to be a little crazy.

"Adult, your face is really a bit bad, don't worry about these things," Lauren glanced curiously. "Ha ha ha ha ha haha, anyway, everyone knows that your wine is super bad."

- Anyway, everyone, you know, you, wine, super bad, ah.

well.

It’s a while.

The self-confidence of the generals over the years has been defeated in one fell swoop.

"Snapped."

He silently glanced at the poor hangover cup that was broken by his fingers. His fingers were very stiff and his brain was basically in a state of heavy load and stagnation.

"Don't you know before?" Lauren didn't understand what it meant to be on the fire. "No, oh, it seems like everyone says that you don't tell you every time, and every time you send someone to pack it early. But everyone was drunk yesterday, and now there are still a bunch of people who are not getting up. It seems that they have to go back to the house early."

The generals stretched their hands on both sides of the table, and the brain continued to crash.

I don't know if it was because of the hangover soup or Lauren's description was too realistic, he actually recalled some sporadic pictures about the dismantling of the machine.

The picture is very...not worth looking back.

God knows that he used to think that these pictures are just, do, dream, and, already.

Lauren smiled and passed through, and stretched out to continue to attack the generals: "Wow, this mech is so handsome, ah, right, why do you want to kill Ferdinanda last night?"

Of course, he does not know that in the minds of the generals, the Highness of Ferdinanda has always been between a **** and a very damn, usually the latter is more, for two reasons.

1. Selling the country through the enemy (Olivia said, basically confirmed that evidence is still being collected).

2. Love rivals (always there is a great possibility).

And given Lauren’s IQ at some point, it’s certainly impossible for him to tell Lauren’s suspected suspicion, even if he is drunk.

"So the Highness of Ferdinanda really took away your sweetheart as you said," Lauren unknowingly broke the last self-respect of the general. "It’s a good grievance, you have to hold Mr. Shen. You are willing to come back to sleep."

……well.

The hands of the generals holding the table were too fast to hold.

But this is still not the last blow.

"Oh, Mr. Shen also woke up, good afternoon," Lauren waved outside. "We are awake, so come over, adults don't seem to remember last night. Hahaha, you also talk to adults." Late things!"

The generals looked up at Lauren faintly.

Very, very much want to poke him.