"Have a meal with a colleague and go home after eating, what's wrong with you?

"Well, my throat hurts a little. Hmph, is your colleague male or female?"

"Of course it's a man, I don't believe you. Wen Feng turned his phone into hands-free mode, smiled at Liu Mo and said, "Ink, make a sound, prove it to me." ”

Liu Mo deliberately raised his voice and said in a sharp voice: "Brother Wenfeng, where are you taking others to play in a while?"

"You're going to hurt me. Wen Feng shuddered for a moment, and quickly put the phone back into his ear and said, "Did you hear that?" even if he pretended, he couldn't pretend to be a woman, hehe." ”

Next to him, Liu Mo looked disgusted, plus a middle finger gesture to return to him.

"Hehe, I heard that he was a man. Yang Lu chuckled, "You go home early after eating?" I still have to go back in a few days, and I want to go to bed early at night, so I won't send text messages." ”

"You have to take medicine, you have to go to the hospital, don't delay. ”

"I see, you don't have anything to say?"

"Uh-uh, there's still a colleague here!"

"No, I'll let you say it now. Yang Lu coughed and lied on the phone.

"Look you're coughing again. Okay, okay, I said I ......" Wen Feng looked at Liu Mo a little embarrassed, and lowered his voice and said, "...... I..... Think..... You ......"

"Hee-hee, me too, bye-bye!"

Putting down the phone, Liu Mo looked at him disdainfully and said, "Look at your face, girlfriend?"

Wen Feng felt that it was quite embarrassing to say the words "I miss you" in front of him just now, so he nodded uncontrollably.

"What does she do?" asked Liu Mo.

"Teacher!" Wen Feng said after taking a sip of beer.

"Yo, yes, it's still a teacher, tell me about it, how did you meet?" Liu Mo said with a smile.

"Tell me an egg!

"I'm using local materials, maybe one day I'm going to have a girlfriend, maybe I can learn from it!"

"It's just you, it's either code or a game....... I almost forgot, you're delicious, or if you have a girlfriend, I thought you quit being a woman?" Wen Feng said teasingly.

"Fuck you, am I a woman?"

"I think you're really!" Wen Feng picked up the disposable chopsticks on the table and threw them over.

"Damn, do you know who you are beating?" Liu Mo picked up the chopsticks disdainfully and threw them back, "I'm the elite of the IT industry in the future!

"Elite?" Wen Feng said with a smile: "I think you are a sperm!"

"You're disgusting!"

"What's disgusting? Think about it, the probability of hundreds of millions of dollars has been drilled out by you, how awesome do you say?" Wen Feng said with a smile.

Liu Mo was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Then you are the sperm of the design world!"

"That's right, you and I are the best and highest quality sperm!hahaha......"

Liu Mo glanced at him and said, "What kind of crooked theory are you?"

"Crooked theory? This is "Sperm Theory", I created it, hehe. Although the words are a little rough, we can break through hundreds of millions of competitors and come to this world, and we are all elites in ourselves!" Wen Feng made a great appearance and said: "What I want to be in the future is the sperm of sperm, the elite of the elite!"

"Dizzy, do you still have a set?" Liu Mo raised his wine glass and said, "Just do you this fallacy?"

"!"

The next day, Wen Feng came to the company early, turned on the computer and looked, sure enough, the files made on the previous day were all gone, and he was looking at the files backed up in the other two locations and they were fine. He sneered and went downstairs to eat early before coming back.

In the morning, there was an internal proposal, and Wenfeng's plan was approved by the department manager. Before concluding, he proposed that files should be backed up on a daily basis, because their files would be lost the next day for no reason. After he finished speaking, he observed Kang Xiaoying sitting opposite, and her expression was a little unnatural.

The department manager seemed to sense a slight problem from the second half of his sentence, nodded in agreement without saying anything, and asked everyone's files to be uploaded to the server for backup every day.

Wen Feng understands that Kang Xiaoying is a woman, arguing with her does not do him any good, and it makes no sense to sue the leader, the best way to fight back is to defeat the opponent at work, and he secretly competes with her.

The client finally chose the plan made by Wen Feng and another colleague, and he also secretly stole the chicken and rice.

Wen Feng was in a good mood after the proposal, after all, he chose one of his design plans, and he was not busy during this time.

After getting off work, I think I will go back to be a person, with nothing to do, sitting in front of the computer, he casually opens a web page to pass the time, which is mostly the follow-up news of the CPPCC and the National People's Congress. He accidentally saw a new word - SARS, SARS, SARS for short, a new virus, the head nurse of a hospital in Guangdong Province died of SARS, a few people in Beijing were infected, and an official was dealt with because of the blockade news. Wen Feng looked at it casually, except for sympathizing with those who were infected, he didn't feel that this matter had anything to do with him, just like watching ordinary news.

Wen Feng clearly remembers that day was April 1, and on April Fool's Day, the news of the suicide of a generation of superstar Leslie Cheung was full of his short messages. At first, he thought it was an April Fool's Day prank sent by his friends, but when he searched on the Internet, he found that it was indeed true, and Wen Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of regret. He always thought that life and death were so far apart, it seemed that it was a patent only for the elderly, but when this familiar name was lined up in big black letters in the news headlines, the luxury and aura of the star were no longer there, and he realized that life and death were only a thin line.

That night, in addition to this news, there was also a phone call that made him think it was an April Fool's joke made by Yang Lu and him.

Wen Feng closed the webpage and calculated the time, Yang Lu flew to Beijing at nine o'clock tonight, he complained in his heart, and he didn't know how to send a message when he landed, and he sent several text messages that were also in vain, and he didn't reply. Call or turn off, is the plane late?

Just thinking about it, Yang Lu called, and she coughed and said, "Husband, I have a worse cold, I still have a fever, and my throat hurts badly, you can find a pharmacy to buy me some medicine!"

"Done!" After Wen Feng agreed, he immediately went downstairs, there was no problem buying medicine, there was a pharmacy not far from where he lived, and he always opened a small window in the middle of the night.

When I arrived at the pharmacy, I rang the doorbell next to the small window, and after a while, a woman wearing a mask and a white coat opened the window.