The bright and beautiful feeling of the beginning of the year

Why did gu yu suddenly say that?

Was her brain squeezed open?

So happy: the overbearing ceo possessed?

Seeing this, gu yu couldn' t help but laugh out loud. What was this little girl thinking about every day?

Could it be that he liked the overbearing ceo type?

Rich and young?

Her fingers danced rapidly on the keyboard.

Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!

Send.

: Do you say steamed or braised?

Whether it was steamed or braised, it was the last thing to eat!

And he rejoiced:

So happy: oh.

And I was glad: my skin was thick, and I was afraid that I could not bite.

So happy: you play by yourself, I moved the brick.

Then joy: smile

: Ok then I'll try to be a contractor as soon as possible.

Song ming felt that it really was! Go and die alone!

Can't you just compliment yourself?

Can't you just talk to a nice, sweet girl?

I won't come looking for you! I'm going to be so cool!

Song meimei had been angry all day, and she was going to piss him off every day!

Song ming ming ming was obviously looking for a perfect match between aries and leo!

A 100 % match!

How come

Song meimei felt that scientific socialism was good.

Away from superstition, everyone has a responsibility.

Gu yu was currently working on a project.

It was to follow a group of backbone of his company to develop.

This development type locates in a small program for drug testing.

It is based on daily heart rate, daily exercise intake of nutrients in the diet and other physical indicators to control the patient's long-term medication.

A lot of drug data needed to be imported, and gu yu and the rest of the team also wrote algorithms to calculate the dosage.

Every day is a hectic day.

The clock in the room has shown that it is eleven o 'clock.

Gu yu still sat in front of the computer and looked at the lines of code.

"Gu yu, go to bed early. See it tomorrow. "

Mother gu was not young anymore. Even though she was still young, her snow-white skin was covered with fine lines. At this time, he was dressed in casual home clothes, showing complete peace. His eyes were as blue as a lake, bright and quiet, depicting the traces of vicissitudes of life.

She gently put down a cup of warm milk and whispered.

"You know it's not good to stay up late. Look at you, you're already so old. Don't you know how to take care of yourself? "

"Let's sleep early!"

"Yes, mother, I see. You may rest first. "

Gu yu lifted his head and smiled at her.

However, her eyes were still filled with fatigue.

Since dinner at seven o 'clock, I have been sitting in front of my computer studying algorithms.

Her eyes were sore.

He only had more free time this summer vacation.

When she went to college, even though she had to take professional courses, gu yusheng felt that it was already too late.

There will be basic classes, public classes, and all kinds of activities to attend

Gu yu rubbed the space between his eyebrows.

She picked up her phone and began reading the unread messages.

"Hand in the best algorithm tomorrow!"

A meeting in the afternoon

"We' ll play ball in a few days!"

Gu yusheng scanned through the pages one by one and added a memo to all the important things.

She kept going through it and gu yu refreshed it several times.

It's like something's missing.

Gu yu also checked the internet. No problem. The signal's strong.

How could that be?

Didn' t song ming have to chat with her every night?

It's been like this for a month.

Why is it so quiet today?

Gu yu's slender fingers stroked the screen of his phone and hesitated for a while before sending song ming a message.

Guess she's starting school soon?

It was almost eleven o' clock. Could she be asleep already?

But didn' t she always urge her to sleep and not sleep?

Sleeping so late, a girl

Let me remind you.

: Go to bed early

Good night moon

At this moment, a thick black blanket swept over the entire city outside the window.

Song ming was lying on the bed, scrolling her phone in boredom.

"Sleep early!"

"Goodnight!"

Two messages popped up on the phone.

Song mei thought that gu yu would still take the initiative to send her a message.

And say good night!

It's scary!

Song mei typed" goodnight" one by one, then deleted it one by one.

She had been pestering him for a month.

I thought he didn' t want to talk to me anymore.

He was so busy and powerful that he probably wouldn' t like to waste time with her.

Well, I kind of want to know what he looks like.

Was it a gentle and jade-like appearance or a haughty and aloof look?

Such an outstanding person should have a girlfriend

Song mei's long eyelashes were lowered, and her eyes were blurry.

The rows of low trees downstairs gradually became blurry, as if they were wrapped in a layer of gauze. The quiet atmosphere still permeated the entire sky and earth. In the distance, the dense building seemed to be shrouded in a haze of smoke, flashing a few dim lights, unable to distinguish the outline.

Facing the endless night.

Gu yu said softly," goodnight."

Actually, what she wanted to say most was: goodnight, song ming.

Eight. It was song ming's birthday on the 14th.

Seventeenth birthday.

Song ming ming invited a group of friends to have a meal at noon, so she had to have dinner with her parents quietly.

Many friends gave presents at noon.

Xu qianqiu gave her a limited edition perfume, and gu yu gave her a set of books by the author that ming mei liked. Xu qianyu gave her a bunch of flowers, and her parents gave her a watch.

And some nice little gifts from ordinary friends

Ming mei sat quietly on the carpet in her room, staring at the large and small gift boxes in front of her.

Seventeen.

Did the tigers' seventeen-year-old summer come?

The dim light of dusk shot into the window and shone on her fair face, making her facial features more three-dimensional. She's really beautiful. She had lovely eyes, but when she closed them, they did not detract from her beauty.

As expected, she did not receive any gifts from the senior.

Although it was expected, it was still very sad.

After all, the two of them only met by chance on the internet for a small birthday.

"Come, ming mei! Your father is cooking again! "

Mother song's clear voice came from downstairs.

Song mei's father didn' t know how to cook, so he would always make all kinds of jokes whenever he wanted to cook.

However, he still insisted on personally serving a bowl of noodles on song ming's birthday every year.

Meimei also from the beginning of eating noodles feel that taste will make people suspect that life began to later have been used to.

Suddenly, he remembered a song called" long life girl" by feng yanji in his mind.

Spring banquet, green wine one side of a song, one wish langjun thousand years old, two wish concubine health, three wish like a beam on yan, often meet at the age of old.

Although she was talking about the good wishes of the ancient couple, song mei had always liked the last sentence. When she was old, she would often meet him.

Very few people are there for you all the time.

Parents are the only ones who have been nice to you

Song meimei was at 8. I went to school on the 16th.

Today is the day to watch the shift.

As expected, ming mei was assigned to class 2.

Ji yan was still the almighty of class one.