The first card is always the subject of being molested.
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Chen Qingci never made a sound, and Mai was also dark. Gu Sheng noticed it, a little strange... She sent him a private chat: Are you busy
Chen Qingci: Yes. It's going to be offline soon, something.
Slow voice: then go ahead ^^
Chen Qingci: You play by yourself for a while, and wait for me to finish calling you.
telephone…
(⊙v⊙) Well, phone... Well, I have only been a girlfriend for a few hours, so I still need to cultivate my consciousness. Gu Sheng quickly made a smile.
I saw the first card left a sentence on the public screen: If you have to go ahead, see you first.
The guy on Mai was molesting his molesting high, but the protagonist ran away.
"This card really has the temper of an emperor... I am not responsible for these harems and ran away by myself~" Fu Sheng Wumeng immediately laughed.
Fortunately, there are so many beauties here tonight, and they can afford the midnight scene behind them.
Gu Sheng watched him leave, and consciously exited the room.
She had nothing to do, and somehow she wandered onto Weibo. Since expressing her "so happy" and being watched by the masses of the people, she has had a psychological shadow, and she has never posted anything...
Thinking of getting acquainted with the top brand, she was also worried about being hacked. Later, thinking about it, she doesn’t appear in the world of the second dimension. It is rare that she also changes to a song that she composes or sings. There should be nothing to pinch... let alone, The ancient style circle started late, the circle is small, and even if there is gossip, it is concentrated on celebrities, and it is not the turn of a small composer and singer.
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It should be... It's safe for now TT...
That night, when she slept more than six o'clock, she heard the sound of WeChat on her mobile phone. It seemed that she had dreamed it again. When she saw it in the morning, she realized that it was sent by Mo Qingcheng: It’s over, time is too much. I won’t call you until late. Good dream, or, it should be good morning.
Her eyes were half open, looking at the text message.
After looking at it for a while, he rubbed his face against the pillow and laughed dullly.
In just such a minute, he was seen by Geng Xiaoxing, who was wiping his wet hair with a towel, walking by under the bed. The latter stared at her with bright eyes, and immediately exposed: "Oh my God, you are Sichun. Is it... Oh, no, it's the number one card..."
The pillow was successfully thrown down.
She got up from the bed with another pillow, but she couldn't stop her good mood.
I can’t tell why, anyway, I just want to laugh... Today the sun is so round and beautiful...
Since she and Geng Xiaoxing were undergraduate studies, they were successfully recruited by the teachers of the department this semester and began to organize the library for the department. This library is sponsored by the dean of the department. It is planned to open in the next semester, so this semester is mainly for organizing work, and there are no outsiders.
Therefore, the two people mix up on the top floor of the department building every day, together with four other boys who are undergraduates, in a group of two, constantly checking the books on each shelf with an iPad.
Work at sunrise, and rest at sunset.
Mo Qingcheng is already working, and she is still in school, so it seems that there is no actual change because of the change in his relationship with him.
But... after only three days, what can change...
It's over, Gu Sheng, you're distracted again.
T. T...
She quietly glanced at Geng Xiaoxing, wanting to ask her where the statistics were up just now, but obviously, that person is also not doing business, holding a book and flipping through it with relish: "Our department is too open, and there is also a youth novel section... Geng Xiaoxing pursed his mouth, standing on the small ladder, his eyes only fixed on the book: "I have read the final version of this book on the Internet. There are new extras here. Wait for me to read it for a while, and then go there. have lunch."
She was so hungry that she almost fainted, and the man on the ladder still needs to read the new fan of romance novels...
She wanted to cry without tears, quit the data file, used her iPad to log on to her QQ, wanted to check her emails, and calculated how many songs and the dry sound of the songs need to be paid. Unexpectedly, the first thing she saw was out of tune. The message that comes: "Little Golden Master, are you okay?"
Why is it so strange.
"Very good, why? Are you going to change shifts with me?"
"╮(╯▽╰)╭, I think you haven't posted on Weibo, and thought you saw that the post was affected."
"what?"
"╮(╯▽╰)╭, the tree attracts the wind. As the top card holder, it is absolutely unscientific not to be thrown into the frying pan and exploded several times, so... hold on, keep your voice slow."
"Huh?" She had a bad premonition.
Sure enough, the out of tune soon copied and pasted a comment.
It was completely aimed at the song she arranged when she entered the circle just now. The wording was harsh, and she was criticized for nothing... She was very professional, and she was ashamed of being professional. But the irony of the gun and stick in the words is also very obvious. Sure enough... Is it still influential
Gu Sheng leaned against the bookshelf, watching the out-of-tune words sticking over.
Most of the songs in this small circle and well-known have a strong lineup, ranging from arrangers to singers. So if the songs she made in the past can be forwarded two or three hundred at best, it is a very good result. The song is not popular, naturally there will be no such professional people to analyze...
It's impossible for your own children to be thrown into a frying pan and exploded without being sad.
She watched silently, and didn't realize when Geng Xiaoxing got off the ladder.
"What's wrong? Uncomfortable?" Geng Xiaoxing looked at her with a bad expression.
"Huh?" Gu Sheng turned off the QQ and exhaled softly, "No, I'm hungry."
Eat dinner.
Eating can solve all worries!
She looked at Geng Xiaoxing: "Please eat, you are starving to death, I want to eat minced meat in a fan pot!"