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Small Age 2.0 Virtual Copper Age Part 24 (latest serial in April) (2009-04- 17 09:36:27) Tags: 2.0 Jing M. Guo Sanyue Miscellaneous Talk on Small Age Virtual Copper Age Classification: Virtual Copper ◎ Times.

If there is one thing that comes more frequently than the continuous spring rain in Shanghai in April, it is Guli's phone.

This is the seventh time today. I silently transferred her phone to the secretary's desk. I'm sure she will be stimulated by the professional female voice in my voice mail that seems to be possessed by Katie: "Hello, I'm Mr. Gong Ming's assistant. I'm very sorry, but I can't take your call now. Please leave a message and I'll call you back as soon as possible. "

I can imagine Coulee rolling his eyes with the phone. In fact, if you list one of the most annoying things in the world, then voicemail will definitely squeeze into TOP5. I remember when I was in college, Tang once set up a voicemail for her mobile phone on a whim. When Gu heard the phone suddenly say "Hello, I like it, I really can't right now ...", she directly smashed her mobile phone at me.

"Coulee again?" Katie glanced at me as she passed me.

I nodded at her, then got off the black Mercedes S newly assigned to him by Gong Ming Company, took out a hair band from my bag, tied my hair quickly, and prepared for a full-scale battle. When I rolled up my sleeves and tied my hair, I looked up and saw a model kitten, who had just stepped down from the third page of VOUGE magazine. Her delicate eyeliner and curly eyelashes set off her eyes like black amber. But that is not the point. The point is, like me, she tied her hair for sex, but she used Chanel's black ribbon-yes, I clearly remember this black ribbon worth 4965 yuan, and I took it to take pictures of the model. I looked at Audrey Hepburn like her, and then I looked at myself in the window like a Shanghai textile worker, and sighed. I silently took out another identical black ribbon from her huge Gucci bag. Pass it to me, and then without saying a word, she stretched out her delicate white and slender index finger and shook it from side to side at the thick hair band on my head. So, I soon understood what she meant. As a result, Chanel's headband was proudly tied to my hair: "Katie, that's very kind of you. How can I ask for such an expensive gift? Lend it to me and I'll pay it back to you, really. "

"Don't give it back to me, back to the company's clothing department. It's a sample for taking pictures, and so is this one on my head. " Her elegant figure is like a proud swan. I have to admit that I lost. Apart from Guli and Katie, I can't find a third person who has such a noble and generous temperament to wear stolen goods.

This (damn) long-drawn-out Shanghai university art exhibition continues. Kitty and I are like women martyrs who have been fighting for eight years-women martyrs in high heels, of course-wandering around the whole campus.

Katie glanced at the stately black limousine parked in front of the Academy of Fine Arts from her gradient Prada sunglasses. I can clearly see her roll her eyes: "It feels like attending the funeral of a Wall Street banker."

At that moment, I reviewed Gong Ming's new car with mixed feelings.

Of course, I'm not the only one who was bombed by Coulee's phone.

In fact, all the people who appeared in the elevator like "the little coffin leading to the 18th floor of hell" that day, except Gu, were harassed by phone calls one after another-not by phone calls, because he and Gu worked in a company, and she walked directly into his office in high heels. Yes, Gong Ming was harassed in person.

In retrospect, that morning, everyone went back to the villa where we lived. Everyone tacitly changed their clothes, brushed their teeth and washed their faces at the speed of running for their lives, and then fled the house before Gu finished packing, to be precise, from a place where Gu could not reach.

All of us want to erase that disastrous night from our memory, just as I often tear up the particularly disgusting melodramatic fragments in my high school diary.

But Gu didn't. I know that the way Jane and I stood together to "rekindle the old love" stimulated her. She was stimulated by the red-faced Gong Ming and Neil. Of course, Du Tianhao was even more excited to lie naked beside her.

She will certainly gather everyone together like a court trial, and pour the fragrant and boiling arsenic and crane's top red into our mouths with her expensive Hermes tea set, which can buy the area of our toilet. I can imagine the last scene. She must find out everything before she can let us sleep. Otherwise, she can accompany you tirelessly for a day and a night. I know this woman too well. She doesn't eat. She can live on solar energy.

So, when I heard the news from Guli on my mobile phone, my eyes turned black and I bumped into two workers who were hanging huge oil paintings on the wall.

"Dear Lin Xiao, come home on time at night. I invited everyone to my house for a party. " She said on the phone like Dong Qing in the Spring Festival Evening. Finally, she said something harsh, "I cook by myself."

Maybe my blood pressure is too low and I heard "I poisoned myself".

But then again, I think "I poisoned myself" is closer to the truth, maybe I heard it right.

I just "poisoned" my mobile phone, and put her finger painted with high-grade crystal nails into southern Hunan, where I am drinking morning tea in the courtyard of an old French villa on Julu Road. This coffee shop was our favorite coffee shop when we were in college, except the coffee shop downstairs where we studied short books.

At the moment, Nanxiang and Wei Hai are nesting on the white fabric sofa in the corner of the green courtyard, with two cups of fragrant hot lattes in front of them.

Nan Xiang gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and picked up his mobile phone trembling. Then, he heard the touching tone of Guli on the phone. "You must come tonight, our good sisters haven't been together formally for so long." In Nanxiang's ears, it sounds like: "If you don't come, you will be raped by Tang."

Nan Xiang hung up the phone and said to Du Tianhao with a sad face, "What shall we do? Or tell them. "

Du Tianhao scratched the fresh broken hair just cut, looked at South Hunan's face, and felt a little distressed that she was in such a hurry. He said, "I listen to you."

South Hunan nodded, suddenly reminded of "Tang was there at night ..."

Du Tianhao "ouch", painfully hold the back of the head with both hands, and then hit his head heavily on the table in front of him. South Hunan rubbed his temples, also don't know what to do, is worried, suddenly immersed in a white tablecloth Du Tianhao suddenly raised his head, his hands holding his face, and then his lips quickly leaned over. "Who cares? Go to hell." Du Tianhao's shallow beard rubbed against her face.

The bright sunshine in the early morning of spring lit up the rich grassland like butter. The ground glowed with golden light. The vigorous breath of spring is mixed with the fragrance of the leaves of the French phoenix tree on Julu Road, which permeates the nose tip. At the same time, the smell of boys came from Du Tianhao's breath. Nanxiang quietly opened his eyes from the long news of suffocation. A few centimeters away from his pupil, Wei Haibi's eyes were covered with long eyelashes like soft feathers, and his thick eyebrows were hidden in the bangs on his forehead like two small brushes.

Like a melted hug, Nanxiang felt that Du Tianhao was sticking to his chest, as if beating in the hot sun.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Xiang encouraged him with a smug look on his face. Her white porcelain mug and El Pino black tea. This is a small bag of 200 grams that she just got from the "Top European Black Tea Exhibition" on the roof of Henglong. On the day she bought it, she clamped a corner of the tea bag with two crystal nails. Hanging in front of don. He said in a tone that made people want to see coffee splashed on her face: "You know, this thing." At this point, she stopped to watch Tang tear it open, then turned decisively and hung the tea bag in front of my eyes. "It's more expensive than yours. ?

Looking at Tang, who just got up wearing a headscarf and a mask, he said, "If I organize a party at home at night, shall we invite him?" With that, she proudly looked at Tang's face, which she didn't expect. "Then call Du Tianhao. It is more sincere of you to invite him personally. " So, wearing a mask, Tang rushed to the bedroom to get her mobile phone like a pink mushroom cloud. A voice came from the bedroom, as powerful and exciting as "Guli, I love you"

Gu Li in the living room is like a white snake sitting on the sofa, nodding gracefully and quietly: "What are you polite about?"

-If it is a TV series at eight o'clock, at this moment, the director will definitely close his eyes of encouragement, and there will be an evil light in her eyes when there is a "Ding" in the camera.

Of course, if you think that the guest list of this well-planned Hongmen banquet is over, then you underestimate Coulee's ability to "fear the chaos in the world". At the last column of the invitation list, she filled in the name of "Gong Ming". Of course, in the penultimate space, she filled in her dear brother Gu Zhun-maybe she didn't even know that she was licking blood at the tip of a knife, or, in other words, she was determined to blow up a century-old pit in Jing 'an District. I have no doubt that if she becomes the president of the United States, the Third World War will officially begin. In a sense, like Tang, she has an innate talent that makes everything go wrong.