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After hearing Ruan Yi's words, the short signal grid on Ji Hang's head that he wished he had been flashing for most of his life immediately reached the top. It was as if the rain came after a long drought. The grid was full instantly, and his whole body lit up together. I feel like I can type on these computers for another three days and three nights.
When he was called to attend Assistant Xia's wedding, Ji Hang even went home in a good mood and put on the only formal suit in his wardrobe. His whole face was radiant and he acted as if he was the protagonist tonight. , incredibly beautiful.
The boss, who looked at the table full of plaid shirts and looked refreshed at them, joked that he took Doro to watch something they shouldn't while everyone was away from the company.
But Ji Hang moved his chin to the side nobly, showing that he didn¡¯t care about singles like you. After all, he was also going to be single soon!
Anyway, Ji Hang doesn¡¯t have a driver¡¯s license or a car. He¡¯s getting married today. He¡¯s happy. Let¡¯s have some drinks.
Thinking about how he has been working with this group of people for so long, it seems that he has never sat together in such a serious manner for a meal or a drink. At most, it was just a few people hanging out in the office. Eat takeout while having a meeting.
"It was my dereliction of duty." Ji Hang stood up and raised his glass to everyone, his heroic face full of vitality.
The whole table raised their glasses in response.
??The people in their company say there are too many, but they say there are too few. Except for the groom who has to socialize everywhere, such an oversized dining table can fit in it.
Before officially clinking glasses and drinking, Ji Hang looked around at the treasures he had dug out from every corner. He curled his handsome mouth to both sides and teased: "Didn't I say that the domestic programming environment is so difficult? It feels like you have been wearing plaid shirts all year round. Anyway, boss Xia is getting married today, so you should change your clothes."
Sometimes, after sitting in the office and looking at them for a long time, Ji Hang feels that instead of finding a group of people to be nannies for his little Doro angel, he spent a lot of money to get a dozen plaid shirts to work.
Ji Hang was helpless: "I clearly remember that I paid you a lot of salary. Not to mention all the famous brands, you should be able to get one or two from time to time to support our boss Xia."
Everyone: ""
No one listened to their boss¡¯s words.
In silence, Ji Hang pursed his lips without embarrassment, thinking that he was already high before he even drank. He dared to have such a dream. He underestimated the straightness of his subordinates.
"Cough." It was Ji Hang who was the first to put his fist to his lips and cough, breaking the silence with a dry smile that gave up on treatment, "Okay, can you drink? I'm the one who drifted. The plaid shirt is good, hahaha, it's good. Hurry up and eat and drink enough before you go back to work."
Later, Assistant Xia finished taking care of the worldly affairs and was about to sit down with his father-in-law and mother-in-law when his beautiful wife waved her hand and rushed to Ji Hang's table.
By the time he moved the chair and added a seat to join the battle, their young boss was already blushing. He was leaning on the table with a red face and pouring himself a drink. Anyone who reached out to stop him would slap him.
After receiving the gazes of the people at the table, Assistant Xia unnaturally tugged on the suit jacket that he rarely wore, and reminded the person next to him who was smiling silly: "Boss, do you remember who said that? Did you go back after dinner and work overtime?"
Ji Hang's trembling hand holding the wine bottle paused, his face resting on his arm moved away, and he muttered in a low voice: "It's me I remember, I have to go back and work overtime later ¡¡±
Assistant Xia struggled for a while, but took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair. After listening to Ji Hang's words, he asked without thinking: "Then you still drink so much?"
Ji Hang pursed his lips, which were wet with wine, and said, "I didn't drink much"
Assistant Xia looked at the person in front of him whose eyes had become distracted. He obviously didn't believe it. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the person next to him whisper: "He really didn't drink much"
They probably just raised glasses together casually two or three times? Ji Hang's bones were already weak even before the stage of taking turns drinking. When everyone came to their senses again, at a glance, their boss's seat was already empty - Ji Hang didn't know when he would lie down on the table by himself Went to play in the mud.
In this regard, Assistant Xia also looked surprised.
In the face of alcohol, looking at it horizontally and vertically, they should be the weaker programmers. However, it was their masters who seemed to be better at playing and fell first.
Assistant Xia looked at the people in wrinkled suits beside him and quickly made a choice. He said to everyone: "You guys will put it on before you go back to the company to work overtime later."The ideal state in my heart is actually
Ruan Yi turned over a paragraph and glanced at the phone; turned over a paragraph and glanced at the phone; then it evolved into turning over a sentence and glanced at the phone; until the last few words were turned over and glanced at the phone
Ruan Yi originally thought that the last time Zhuang Xiaoye checked Jihang's cell phone, she had already deeply experienced the feeling of waiting for news by waiting for his call, but she didn't know that she was really anxious now.
No wonder he took time off to broadcast live in the afternoon without saying hello to Ji Hang. Disappearing to answer the question allowed him to send him so many messages.
But if Ruan Yi wanted to send a message to Ji Hang like Ji Hang did this afternoon, he couldn't help but stare at the English words on his screen and make up his mind.
In the future, we must reply to Ji Hang¡¯s news as quickly as possible, so that if Ji Hang touches him again, he can confidently open the microphone to humiliate
"Zizi¡ª¡ª"
Before Ruan Yi could finish saying "curse" in his heart, the phone on the table vibrated.
The next second, the phone fell into Ruan Yi's hand at the speed of light, and the lonely and shining mouse was abandoned aside.
The moment he saw the message clearly, Ruan Yi's face sank. That was not Ji Hang's reply, but a Weibo push-
¡°[Special attention to luckey-green: I¡¯ve seen too much of the sea and want to see people.]¡±
Ruan Yi: "?"
Ruan Yi, who tried his best to stay calm, clicked on the news feed and found that this person not only posted on Weibo based on Haruki Murakami's words, but even posted a picture. Ruan Yi had seen him during a video chat, which was looking out of the floor-to-ceiling window of his office. Going out to the sea view.
Because of his dirty talk, the comment section below was as lively as ever, with many cueing him. However, as the second party involved, Ruan Yi felt nothing but ellipsis.
So a group of fans were swiping and swiping, and a message with a lot of information was found under their Weibo account of the big pig¡¯s trotters who were in heat late at night-
"You didn't reply to my message all night, what do you mean by coming here to post on Weibo (smile.jpg)"
For a time, the entire comment area was occupied by exclamation marks.
Everyone checked the ID and avatar of the message several times, unable to believe their eyes.
Among them, only one big girl suddenly felt a chill in her head after watching this back-and-forth interaction, and her eyes suddenly widened.
She knows it all
She felt as if she had discovered a great secret
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