Gu Zhiyao glanced at him without saying a word: "Didn't you say that you still didn't do the final sterilization?"

Sun Tezhu raised a well-behaved smile.

He said, well, the boss falls in love, so as not to lose all the rationality and wisdom that attracts male and female partners in the mall, isn't this falling in the face of a "genius planner"? The boss will not be so lacking in IQ......

He didn't know that their cold-faced boss usually had a cold face and gave all his tenderness to Jiang Xingyue.

Gu Zhiyao has experienced a lot of planning, some are difficult, some are simple, and rarely it is smooth sailing, there will always be one or two things that break the plan, but in the end he will get back on track.

He believed that the girl would eventually change her impression of him.

She had to trust that deeply because they were going to spend their lives together.

Sun Tezhu left the boss who was still in deep thought behind, quietly retreated, came to the Sparky public relations department, and said to a group of colleagues who were tired of working overtime: "Today's dinner boss is a treat, everyone eat to their heart's content!"

"Boss might!" the office erupted in cheers.

Then he went to Jiang Xingyue's Weibo with great eyesight to swipe the screen: "Thank you, the future boss, please eat." ”

There are thirty-six of them, each with an icon curated by Sparky.

Jiang Xingyue clicked a few in at random, and found that each of them paid attention to the user who was locked up in the small black room by her-Gu Zhiyao.

It's magical.

The magic here is not over yet, the next second the doorbell smiled, and the delivery man said, "Miss, a man named Gu Zhiyao ordered you a shrimp pasta dumpling and cinnamon roll, please enjoy." ”

She looked at the takeaway brother blankly, and Sister A's teachings came to her mind: "Don't respond!"

The science fiction novel "The Three-Body Problem" also says, "Don't answer, don't answer, don't answer, if you answer, the launcher will be located, your civilization will be invaded, and your world will be occupied." ”

Why can't she learn?

But the takeaway brother's gaze is so sincere, what's wrong with this food?

In the crew, everyone did their best to present the best work.

Jiang Xingyue brought the takeaway in, the takeaway brother just did a job, and he couldn't be blamed.

Miaomiao crawled out of its nest and walked to Jiang Xingyue's side, the soft hair rubbed against her, Jiang Xingyue's heart was like being crawled by ants, once she was wronged in the crew, and when she returned to the hotel, Miaomiao stuck it on her face, and wiped her tears again and again.

What's the bustle of the outside world, what about Xiao Suo, she just needs to live with the people and things she cares about.

There is Miaomiao, there is a mother, there is Ke Qiao, and he can act, happiness is just these subtle and specific things.

Ke Qiao once described her as a quibble egoistic explainer who can easily learn to be self-consistent when encountering things.

Probably her mother taught her.

When I was a child, life at home was very difficult, and my mother was under a lot of pressure, but my mother never said anything in front of her, only mending clothes under the lamp late every night, and only earning a few dollars for a piece of clothing.

Jiang Xingyue peeked through the crack in the door, her mother was so sleepy that she was tired, and she often pricked a needle in her finger, and as soon as she pricked it in, she woke up quickly, put her finger in her mouth as if it was nothing, and sucked the blood that flowed out.

Jiang Xingyue was about to shed tears when she saw it, but her mother had only one request, to study hard.

She used her tenacious character to tell Jiang Xingyue, who was not yet aware of her strength, that there is great power in her soft and weak body, you have to discover it, treat it well, and use it properly with gratitude, so that life will be lenient to you.

So in their not very bright and even barren past, there have been many good memories.

My mother also grew from a tailor who only knew how to sew and make Ming Dynasty clothes from 300 years ago.

"Time is not calculated at this time, it has a larger cross-section. Mom told her.

The comments on her on the Internet can be turned several times in a few hours, but is it really her, does anyone care?

No, no one cares, they only show great curiosity about unexplained rumors.

Jiang Xingyue suddenly remembered her favorite poem when she was a girl, Miłosz's "Gift":

The fog cleared early in the morning on such a happy day

I work in the garden, hummingbirds stop on honeysuckle flowers

There is nothing in this world that I want to possess

I know that there is no one worthy of my envy

I have forgotten any misfortunes that have befallen me

It does not make me embarrassed to think that I am one person now

There is no pain in me

Straighten up, I see the white sea and the sailboats

It was the eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony given to her by her mother, on a good-looking white dress, her mother embroidered this poem with white thread, without looking carefully, she thought it was hiding roses, she wore this skirt and passed the art examination interview, became an actor, and now the skirt is still in her closet.

Jiang Xingyue packed the finished takeaway box, threw it into the trash, wiped the table clean, cleaned it up, went to bed, and said softly to herself: "Good night." ”

Ke Qiao once warned her strictly during the ambiguous period of male and female classmates, don't say good night to people casually, it will make people misunderstand, but wanan - I love you and love you, isn't it also a very happy thing to say to yourself?

Every time at this time, Jiang Xingyue will be favored by luck.

The time for the audition was scheduled, and in the morning after tomorrow, the decoration of Mr. Affectionate next door also stopped, and Miao Miao finally didn't get scared because of the sudden sound, and what was even more weird was that every other hour or two, there would always be one or two things she liked on the cherry wood table in her house.

Cakes are less sugary, and occasionally a small piece of strawberry cake with cream, mostly fruit.

Even the wonderful cat food has been replaced.

Jiang Xingyue looked blankly at the home where she had lived for a long time, and suddenly felt strange for a moment.

Mom didn't let her know about preparing such a surprise several times in a row, and finally sent Ke Qiao a WeChat message: "Qiaoqiao, are you back?" She told Ke Qiao the unlocking code.

Ke Qiao came back slowly: "Not yet, what's wrong?"

"I have something unclean in my house, and every time I come back from outside, there is always a cake or two on the low table in the living room. ”

"You forgot to buy something for yourself again?"

"No, the wonderful cat litter has been changed!" Jiang Xingyue really served, except for finding strands of hair on the man's shirt, a woman in love could not develop a little potential of Sherlock Holmes in other places.

Ke Qiao is used to writing stories, and his mind is always full of small plots with pink bubbles: "Baby, Wilde wrote a long letter to his lover Douglas in prison, even if you refused to accept my letter, you will write it correctly, so that you will know that there is always a letter waiting for you, no matter what, there is always fruit and cake waiting for you." ”