: Fifty-eight

"Well, sister Liu ~" Holding her shoulders in both hands, Zhao Liting flattened her mouth and turned to look at the person who attacked her from behind, with helpless expression in her helplessness, because she found that as long as she wore less, her second boss would treat herself 'Manual foot'.
However, everyone is a woman. It is not a big deal to touch a shoulder or a clavicle. It is also a bathman to rub the chest when taking a bath. However, she feels a little indescribable.
"You little girl, wear so little, be careful that the boss comes to the company to take advantage of you." Liu Mengmeng's face held a stubborn smile.
Today Zhao Liting is still wearing cool. The door of the room is a fingerprint switch. There is no man in the room. She hangs a pure white belt skirt to expose the collarbone completely and drape to her knees. On her back is a small grass-green knit shawl. This is She wore it on her way out to prevent it from going out.
"It's okay, she has been trying to be a boss lady, and she still wears a lot of it." Accounting Wang Fang joked with her unique slow speed.
The company rented a house for these four people, two bedrooms and one living room, two bedrooms and one room. Zhao Liting and Wang Fang are one bedroom, and the relationship will naturally be closer.
"I don't have it, don't frame me." Zhao Liting immediately refuted, after all, this kind of thing is considered taboo, although she had this idea in her heart.
"Maybe, Tingting is getting cooler and cooler recently." Lawyer Dong Minghua gave evidence on the side.
"Baby, it's summer, so you wear so much ~" I heard Dong Minghua say that Zhao Liting also rolled her eyes helplessly. This day is getting hotter and hotter, and she can't wear office professional clothes.
"Wow, sister Liu, Tingting complains that you are wearing too much, find something to do and let her understand what impulse punishment is." After everyone became familiar, watermelon head Sun Yanan didn't need to be careful when she spoke. Run to Liu Mengmeng to fan the flames.
"Hum, I heard it." Liu Mengmeng's expression "You're finished" with both hands, because she wears a little more than Dong Minghua, because Dong Minghua has a black one-step skirt, and Liu Mengmeng has a black west. pants.
Liu Mengmeng is not bad, although he usually wears black suits and white shirts, but the materials are sophisticated, summer fabrics are not hot, and the touch and ventilation are very good. Because they block the sun, they are better than short skirts. Say, be cooler.
"No, I'm innocent, okay." Zhao Liting couldn't laugh or cry.
Uh ...
Lunch is still the matter of Liu Mengmeng kicking the throttle, but the throttle is not the throttle. She is also used to it during this time. The main thing is that Guan Ming is good at serving. What to buy and eat, even if it is occasionally unsuitable, he is not Just eat that dish.
He carried a large plastic bag in his hand, which contained eight lunch boxes, two boxes of rice and three dishes. As for the soup, Liu Mengmeng said that she really didn't want to brush the bowl.
Open the door, and the light entering the destination living room is a bit dim, because the light is only passed through the kitchen and then through the glass window.
The living room window was blocked by two layers of black and red curtains. Because of the floor space of the machine, Guan Mingsang disheartenedly removed the living room lights, and the coffee table and small coffee table originally placed in the living room were also stuffed into the useless In the guest bedroom, there is only a small path from the gate to the bedroom, about one and a half meters wide, walking from side to side, passing the kitchen and toilet from the root to the bedroom.
Fortunately, the two guest bedrooms are open to the door, and the aisle in the middle leads directly to the master bedroom, otherwise Liu Mengmeng doubts whether the device will be connected to the guest bedroom door.
她 In her opinion, Guan Ming's use of space has reached a level of despair.
I wasn't actually mad at Guan Ming, mainly because there was really nowhere.
Artificial intelligence has functional judgments, in simple terms, but in terms of area, the size of this supercomputer at home is no longer smaller than that of the company. The difference is that the company has a gap and is reasonable, while the home has no, it is more straightforward. Bai Bai said that the company's heat dissipation is better, but this one at home is much worse.
In Guan Ming's vision, if humans can only achieve reasonable distribution, then it is not artificial intelligence. If the supercomputer at home operates at full capacity, it can only take a short time, because heat dissipation is not possible, but it is completely You can do part of the operation, stop part of it, and then change it. Of course, no matter how you come, as long as the machine is turned on, the temperature will definitely rise. Even if Guan Ming deliberately installed two air conditioners, the temperature control effect will not be too good. Mainly, the supercomputer at home is too 'thick'.
Of course, there is another layer of this reason is to save electricity. Although the electricity bill in residential areas will be cheaper than commercial buildings, it does not mean that everything can be done at home, otherwise the company will put the host in the residential area.
"Boss, I'm eating." Liu Mengmeng drew aside while holding the icy black metal appearance in one hand.
The space to walk is so big, Liu Mengmeng doesn't want to go to the master bedroom and call Guan Ming ~ EbookFREE.me ~. Guan Ming also broke his throat, then got up and left the house.
In the first few days, Guan Ming did not write the code in black and white, and tried to enter the artificial intelligence program earlier, but the workload was too great. Fortunately, Liu Mengmeng was waiting for him. starve.
But it is also Liu Mengmeng that Guan Ming's working hours can be kept normalized at the same time. At the same time, as his mobile hard drive fills up one by one, his mentality is gradually calmed down.
I'm sorry, Guan Ming's role is more than one artificial intelligence. If he exhausts his body in order to use artificial intelligence, it is an irresponsible performance in itself.
"Well, this dish is pretty good, good." After coming to the kitchen, I saw Liu Mengmeng opening the lunch box one by one, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded fish and dried clams. Ming's favorite dishes are not spicy, slightly spicy and spicy.
"Let's change it, I heard this sentence for half a month." Liu Mengmeng's tone was disgusting, but he still handed over a pair of convenient chopsticks.
"Exaggerate you, make you a little sense of accomplishment." Guan Ming is not annoyed, still joking.
It has been more than a month and a half since the company's grass-roots creation, but Guan Ming has been more than half a month since the last time he went to the company. Fortunately, the company has Liu Mengmeng to take care of it, otherwise Guan Ming would never have so much time to do his own business.
However, not going to the company does not mean that he is not clear about the company's affairs. During lunch and dinner every day, Liu Mengmeng will tell Guan Ming about the company's affairs today.
Whether Guan Ming listens or not, it is an attitude.
It's even simpler for Guan Ming. The company just has a game, just a little bit. He believes in Liu Mengmeng, because she can't toss any more, and it won't cost her much.