i go to utopia

Things at work are very cumbersome. Although it is easy to ask for leave, the work is done without help. Fortunately, the work piled up for two days is not too much, and my assistant is a very neat person. It would be even better if she didn't get married next month and didn't ask for a wedding leave. In essence, of course I wish her a happy life with her in the future, but things about work, that's it. I hesitated for a moment because she was of marriageable age and unmarried. At that time, her resume was indeed much better than the other interviewer. I asked my boss to keep her from the HR department, and I should accept her marriage proposal in a few years. Marriage leave and pregnancy leave for pregnancy in the future, I just complained in my heart at will, no one has stipulated that people who cannot have marriage leave cannot secretly complain about such a sentence in their hearts.

Because I asked for an extra day of leave, I still let myself sleep until nine o'clock the next day. After washing up, I fried an egg for myself in the kitchen, baked two slices of bread, made a cup of coffee, and prepared to deal with work at home. Some piled up files.

When I got up at [-] noon and went to my room to pick up my mobile phone, I realized that Qiushui had sent me several text messages.

At [-]:[-]: "I'm getting up."

Have breakfast at [-]:[-]: "I drank porridge in the morning."

At [-]:[-] in the morning, he texted me hahahaha: "Our Chinese teacher called Scorpio Tianhe, I laughed so hard!"

Maybe my mobile phone number has become a tree hole for him unknowingly, maybe there is not much need to reply, and I think there is really no room for me to reply to the messages he sent me.

He sent me ten to twenty text messages a day, sharing his life very seriously in the text messages every day, until he would ask me before going to bed at night: "Are you off work?"

I usually go to bed around ten o'clock at night, and my work and rest time is better. He sent a text message at nearly twelve o'clock. I didn't see it until after seven o'clock the next morning. late."

After posting, I went to the living room to make a pot of coffee, then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and prepared to go out for a morning run, and went back to the room to get my mobile phone to see the message Qiu Shui sent me: "Then why didn't you reply to my message?"

I amused: "You don't have room to message me back."

I went out and ran around a man-made lake next to the community, then went home to take a shower, got ready to change clothes, and went to work, when I saw a text message from Qiu Shui: "Then what kind of one can I reply to?"

I asked him, "Are you in class?"