By the time school starts, she'll be busier than ever, and she'll have to get things sorted out before then.

First and foremost is the dissertation.

But this is easy for her now.

Leaning back on the couch, she turned on the TV habitually.

is not a quiet person, a small voice will make her feel more secure.

Fingers kept tapping and flying on the keyboard, and when I suddenly got stuck, I went to the study to check the information.

Although there is a lot of information on the Internet, many of them are disorganized, and they are found out once they are applied to the graduation thesis.

It's easy to get knocked back and rewritten.

By the time she pressed the send button and stretched her waist, the cuckoo had finally pointed to two o'clock in the morning.

The servants who were waiting for her to take a nap for a few times, Gu Rongxia walked lightly with the notebook, but when they passed by, they still opened their eyes.

"Miss, are you going back to sleep?"

"Miss, it's already cold for supper, why don't you heat it up?"

"No need, I'm not hungry, you all go back to sleep, I forgot to tell you when I was too engaged."

She smiled sheepishly.

Those who were caught by her because they were napping at work were relieved.

I went back to the bedroom, because I was busy for most of the day, and solved my graduation thesis.

Although it was late, she still put her own water and took a comfortable shower.

Wiping the ends of his hair that was still slightly wet, he glanced out the window unintentionally.

The moon is like a bright lantern lonely blooming in the night, the stars are dotted, the night sky is beautiful, the stars and the moon are beautiful.

In the eyes of others, they are intimate beings, and only they know how far away they are from each other.

*

On the other side of the ocean, a grand event of an international catwalk has just ended.

Huo Ansen is almost 1.9 meters tall, with long legs and straight legs, handsome and heroic, and he is not lost to those professional models on the catwalk.

After this show, he received countless praises, and the retouched photos and wonderful small videos during the catwalk also began to spread to the Internet by the fan team.

Now is the era of looking at faces, and it is not surprising that Huo Ansen is starting to become popular again.

But the happiest is Gao Ming.

"Great, Anson, your fans are rising again!"

"Hmm."

Compared with Gao Ming's excitement, Huo Ansen was particularly calm.

Turn on the phone, the screen shows the interface of Weibo, but if you look closely, you will find that it is not his Weibo.

The owner of the Weibo homepage should be a very cute little girl, a standard two-dimensional anime avatar, and occasionally a few small feelings and complaints about life.

Gao Ming felt very bored, "Is it your fan's Weibo?" ”

"If yes, you've clicked on it anyway, it's better to reply, it's a fan benefit, and it's a hot search."

"I've already accounted for two of them on the hot search list."

Huo Ansen replied lukewarmly, and his eyes moved back to his phone, "And her Weibo closed the comments, and she couldn't reply." ”

"If you know that you have been to her Weibo and did not receive a reply from the idol because you closed the comments, this fan is afraid that he will faint."

"Not my fan."

"Who's that?"

Huo Ansen chuckled, the corners of his mouth were a little bitter, "He's a person who hates me very much." ”

Gao Ming's mind spun quickly, and his expression had become serious, "Is it Gu Rongxia?" ”

Huo Ansen nodded lightly, and before he could say anything, he was patted on the head by Gao Ming.

"Can you have some interest?!"