The consequence of the distraction was that Su Qiming worked too hard at night, causing Gu Nanjia to sleep until almost noon.

After breakfast, my stomach was empty, and it took more effort than usual to wake up.

After washing her face and opening the curtains, the sun reflected on her through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and she felt that the night had passed.

I slept like this for half a day, and I felt a little annoyed.

Su Qiming's message note on the bedside was full of words of concern, and he repeatedly told him to remember to eat breakfast.

It's all here, breakfast is still there, and lunch time is almost over.

After changing clothes and going to a western restaurant for lunch, I walked around the water platform of the hotel again, feeling that I hadn't been so leisurely for a long time.

Although it was noon, the sun was still a little scorching, but the mountain breeze gently blew in, but it also dispelled the summer heat.

The Cathedral of Our Lady on the top of Sheshan Mountain is faintly hidden in the greenery, which has a poetic taste.

After walking a few laps, I happened to find that the café on the first floor of the hotel was facing this artificial lake.

There are not many guests, it's quite clean, and it's suitable to write something just by looking at it.

I went back to my room to get the computer, and went downstairs to find a window seat to deal with my work.

The café isn't as big as it looks from the outside, but the benefit is that it has a panoramic view of the water and mountains beyond.

It not only accepts individual guests, but also swipes the room card to hang the account.

The waiters are also polite enough, serving tea and water, and the service is more thoughtful and considerate than those small cafes in the city.

Perhaps it is the vibrant greenery of Sheshan in the distance that makes people inspired, and the script is surprisingly smooth, piggybacking on the camera map and storyboard are completed together.

The time in the lower right corner of the screen was just past four o'clock, and I opened WeChat and chatted with Liu Xi for a few sentences, I wanted to change my graduation thesis again, but I received a message from Su Qiming.

He had finished his work for the day, and was on his way back, and asked her if she needed anything else to bring from the city.

I replied no, I wanted to turn off the computer and go upstairs.

He hesitated again when the mouse moved to the word shutdown, opened the search engine and looked up the consultation he attended.

It's not something worth hype, there is very little news on the Internet, only that Haishi invited domestic and foreign experts at the request of his family.

It is estimated that the relatives of the upper-class people were admitted to the hospital, and the family members spent a lot of money to invite these experts and professors to Haishi.

It seems that Su Qiming can be regarded as a "head and face" talent in the industry, why can't he find a little bit of information?

The current information transmission is really deformed, a traffic niche can attract the attention of hundreds of thousands of people with a word, but these serious doctors, scientists and the like may not be able to leave any biographies in their lifetime.

Gu Nanjia shook her head, not knowing if this was good or bad.

There are many more private messages on Weibo, and after a cursory glance, they are basically all signed by various artist management companies.

In recent years, traffic has been in full swing, and talent scouts don't have to go to the streets, so many boys and girls are going into the entertainment industry.

Even with these small entertainment companies, there are three or two tepid artists who feel that they have a bright future, and they begin to solicit all kinds of reserves on the Internet.

This kind of thing that I can see at a glance is a pit, I really can't figure out why so many children have to moths to fight the fire?

In contrast, Gu Nanjia suddenly felt that Su Qiming seemed to be good, his personal information would not be exposed, and no one would stare at your social account every day and make any remarks, let alone someone who would specifically bite the word in your words.

Shaking his head, he threw those messy thoughts out of his mind for a while, closed the computer and went back to his room...

Su Qiming thought that Gu Nanjia was still in the café like when he was chatting on WeChat, but when he returned to the hotel, he came directly to him.

As a result, I searched inside and out of the small café and found no one.

I went upstairs and went back to my room, and there was nothing in the room.

This little girl, where she went, she didn't tell herself in advance.

I opened the wardrobe and looked at it, and her dress was neatly hung there, but the swimsuit she bought yesterday was missing.

That's right, the ID documents are still here, can she still run away?

Thinking of this, I unconsciously wanted to laugh, I wanted to tease her yesterday, but when I got to the room, everyone forgot about it.

The little girl is also wide-hearted, and she doesn't seem to care much about holding her documents at all.

In these years, being willing to leave your documents with others can be regarded as a very deep trust.

Su Qiming changed his clothes and went to the pool to look for her.

Gu Nanjia was really there.

It's almost time for dinner, and there aren't many people in the pool, and there are only three or five of them.

He found a recliner and lay down and watched her swim quietly, with a good posture and a very leisurely posture.

Gu Nanjia was thinking about the more than hour's drive from Xuhui to Songjiang, and she was bored waiting in the room.

I didn't buy sportswear, and she didn't know how to use most of the equipment in the gym, so she thought about it and felt that the hotel's heated swimming pool was not bad.

I haven't swam for a few years, and I forgot the time as soon as I got wet, and I didn't want to wait for a few laps to swim but saw Su Qiming waiting by the pool.

Stretched out his hand to pull her up, who was about to go ashore, smiled and pinched her face, hanging on the water droplets: "Why don't you swim?"

"I'm tired, I've used up a year's worth of exercise. He teased and looked at him again.

It's rare that he doesn't dress so formally, and his naked figure looks stronger than when he was in a suit and leather shoes.

The standard dress looks thin and undressed, but it is not as exaggerated as those action stars, and the abdominal muscles are faintly a little, which is not up to the level of fitness fanatics.

Su Qiming looked her up and down at herself, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door of her head: "What are you doing?" ”

"I've never seen it before, it's dark every time. After speaking, he slipped sideways, leaving Su Qiming alone to cry and laugh.

In public, this little girl actually learned to tease herself.

I went back to my room and took a shower, and it was already past seven o'clock.

Su Qiming helped her blow her hair and asked, "Are you hungry?"

The sound of the hair dryer overshadowed his words a little, Gu Nanjia was enjoying the service with her eyes closed, and her mind was not on it.

I played it back several times in my mind before I reacted: "Let's eat at the hotel, I don't want to go out." ”

"Is it called food delivery?"

"Let's go to the Chinese restaurant, I tried the western food here at noon, and I want to try their Chinese food again. ”

Su Qiming rubbed her head and turned off the hair dryer: "Okay, I'll listen to you." ”

Her comfortable service was interrupted, and she turned around with some disgust and raised her hand to smooth her messed hair.

Hey, my hair is dry.