Chapter 52: Being a thief

What's more, it's Sister He Yao's friend, that is also his own friend.
Click the small green add button, the system displays: "You have added Yunyi, now you can start chatting."
But during the day, Yun Yi would definitely have to work, and he didn't have the idle time to chat, so Cen Guiwan continued to look at other news with confidence.
He Yang: Don't think about it during pregnancy. I went for a pregnancy check today. The doctor said that the baby is developing very well, Fa Xin.
Cen Guiwan thought for a while and wanted to type a line: I can feel relieved when I see you saying this, I hope the baby will be good [cute]
The next one is Dujun’s news. It is said that she met an annoying old doctor during an internship in a hospital. He was there all day long, but it was the hospital arranged by the school, and she couldn't change it casually. Her father offered to change her Toto relationship, but she refused because she didn't specialize.
Dujun said on WeChat: Suddenly I feel hopeless in life. My old lady seems to like a man, but he doesn't like me.
Cen Guiwan: What kind of man is handsome or tall? Report your measurements.
Unexpectedly, Du Jun was online, and immediately replied, visually 182, is the measurements important, mainly because he is handsome, handsomer than the boys who chased you in college.
Cen Guiwan replied with an o(╯□╰)o[embarrassed] expression. Du Jun has always said that he has had enough experience in the past few years.
Du Jun said again: But I think he might like the little nurse in our department. Actually, I think he might have fallen in love with that little nurse's tenderness and affection.
Cen Guiwan: Then you also pretend to be weak, no one will let you pretend. [Weird laugh]
However, Du Jun looked unhappy and didn't know how to pretend!
Cen Guiwan: Teach you a way. You can sell a cute man to the author and ask for advice. She knows a lot.
Du Jun: Fuck, Xiao Wanwan, you are back to seduce the author greatly!
Cen Guiwan:. .
Du Jun is not a person who is good at speech, and usually has more men and men, but today there is a message between the lines: I am very shy.
It seems that this man is extraordinary, or he has taken away Du Jun's soul, and spoke incoherently, he is no longer as cute as before!
Cen Guiwan continued typing: How about the director of your department, can you let you hold your phone for so long?
Du Jun: I changed the hospital a long time ago. The current director is an old man, and he is not in menopause. I am completely stress-free now.
Changed the hospital? Why didn't you tell me that you were so special, and Cen Gui said, "Are we still good brothers sharing weal and woe?"
Du Jun hurriedly explained: I originally wanted to talk to you the day I changed the hospital, but you told me on the phone that the old woman bullied you again and slapped the copywriting on your face. I thought I shouldn't. I used my happy things to stimulate you, so I didn't say it.
After ten minutes of traffic jam time passed, Ling Haochen put down the handbrake and gently lifted the clutch. Only then did Cen Guiwan realize that the road ahead was clear, and made a [wave] expression and put the phone in his pocket.
The speed is not fast, after all, there is an electronic eye at the intersection to check for speeding.
There is already another song in the car CD, Eason Chan's "Stable Happiness".
The voice is muted.
One day I found out that I had no qualifications for self-pity
Only the tireless shoulders are left
Simple satisfaction
one day
Start to feel happy from the ordinary days
I saw a clear distance
The happiness i want
Speaking of which, this song is indeed very good, but it is not suitable for the occasion, but it is better than the embarrassing atmosphere created by Lu Chuanxu's song. What kind of first love, nervousness, all appeared. Had it not been for the air conditioner in the car to be too warm, Cen Guiwan really didn't know how to explain the blushing face.
Ling Haochen said: "Don't play mobile phones?"
Cen Guiwan nodded, "It doesn't mean anything. If there is no news, it will be closed."
Ling Haochen said: "You are much better at this point than Li He, he is a complete mobile phone control. Not only his own mobile phone, my mobile phone is often taken away by him to send a Weibo or something."
"I've heard of a little bit", Cen Gui put his thumb on his lips, thinking, "I have found the footprints of you and Brother Li He under Da Kun Weibo."
"But although I saw your comments, they were just talking to Li He's brother." Cen Guiwan said, "Male god, don't you really like our dakun?"
Ling Haochen's mouth moved. If he really hates him, why use the trumpet to comment. After all, she still didn't let this girl handle her own Weibo trumpet, and she still didn't know what was at stake.
Every move will attract people's attention, the opinions and opinions expressed will be over-interpreted, and the IP address will be checked by hackers.
So if you really want to talk, the trumpet is the best.
These trumpets were all bought by Li He on Taobao. There was not much information to reveal to others, and they were not expensive. So Li He had a good time and bought Ling Haochen about twenty for fun.
Li He, who is free or not, has to scan Weibo. Sometimes he takes pictures of Ling Haochen's profile and sends it up. Otherwise, this big star who doesn’t like more blog will be complained by fans, "Why are you still a god?" Do not blog!" "It hurts to wait!" "I beg you to blog, miss you so much!"
So Lee Hyuk is actually a friend of fans.
The destination arrived soon, the Central Radio and Television Tower.
With a height of 380. 5m, it is the tallest building in Beijing.
The old saying goes: Don't be afraid of floating clouds to cover your eyes, and you are at the highest level. There is also a poem: I will be the top of the Ling, looking at the small mountains.
Therefore, ascending high and looking into the distance, there is often a comfortable feeling of clear eyes and clear eyes.
Standing on the top floor, breathing the air from the highest point, Cen Guiman said, "Sure enough, the higher the air, the better."
"Fresh air is reserved for tall people."
"Although the smog in Beijing is so severe, it is not so obvious here."
Cen Guiwan pulled excitedly, but did not notice that Ling Haochen picked up the SLR hanging around his neck and clicked into the distance.
Cen Guiwan leaned on the guardrail and muttered to himself: "For the first time, I felt that standing high turned out to be a very comfortable thing."
"When I go to school, I always like the bottom. I live on the first floor when I sleep, and the bed is also the lower bunk. Even when I go to class, I like to sit in the last row." Cen Guiwan said.
"Male god, do you think this is a disease. Don't strive for improvement, but always think about making do. The grades strive for moderation, no ambition, and simple life is enough. I just passed the most precious thing in everyone's mouth. Four years. Finally—"
Cen Guiwan cleared his throat: "Nothing is left, and I am still alive."
Ling Haochen shook his hand when he heard it, and the girl in front of him entered the camera.