"Shen Miaomiao, you can eat as long as you want. Is that mouth of yours a colander? Why are you still dropping shredded potatoes into my collar?"
"I can't control it. It fell by itself, and I didn't let it fall..."
"Then can't you just carry it around? Can it grow its own legs and jump out of your burrito?"
"It ran on its own. It said, 'Goodbye, mom, I'm going to sail away tonight.' Then it jumped out of my burrito. Maybe it felt more secure in your neck collar..."
"Why don't you write fairy tales?"
The morning sun rises.
The entrance of Binjiang Second People's Hospital.
Various breakfast trolleys are parked at the entrance of the hospital, and there is an endless stream of people buying breakfast.
Gu Sheng carried little Nezha on his back through the crowded breakfast stall.
At this moment, the two of them were discussing the issue of a potato shred in Shen Miaomiao's potato burrito falling into Gu Sheng's collar.
After taking another bite of the fragrant potato burrito, Shen Miaomiao's voice seemed a little tight:
"Hehe, it smells really good...but I'm a little choked. I want to buy a cup of soy milk."
"You buy a hammer soy milk, you can really catch a toad and squeeze out the powder, but you can also catch a humanoid self-propelled mount, right?"
Gu Sheng rolled his eyes, scolded little Nezha for pushing too far, and then walked up to the old man buying soy milk:
"I want a cup of soy milk."
After taking the soy milk, little Nezha smiled happily and said, "What can I do? I walked in such a hurry last night and I didn't wear shoes."
Saying that, Shen Miaomiao stretched out her legs, kicked up her two bare feet, and swung them in front of Gu Sheng.
Under the rising sun, the girl's plump ankles are coated with a layer of smooth and warm color. Her pair of slender feet are smooth and white, soft and boneless. The insteps are like mutton-fat jade, and the round toes are pink and playful, like delicate white mandala flowers. Like this, it looks flamboyant and beautiful in the warm summer breeze.
"Does it look good?"
Gu Sheng was in a daze when he heard Shen Miaomiao's slightly teasing voice.
"cough!"
Gu Sheng cleared his throat:
"What does it look like? What are you talking about?"
"Pretend, just keep pretending, old thief,"
Shen Miaomiao curled her lips:
"Tell me the truth, were you mentally in sync with Quentin just now?"
"This, this, this... what are these words, this is..."
Gu Sheng's old face turned red:
"I am appreciating beauty, not criticizing the beauty."
"cut……"
Shen Miaomiao obviously did not agree with the old thief's high-sounding explanation and patted him on the shoulder:
"It doesn't matter. Don't put too much pressure on me. After all, your reputation as a psychopath has lasted for a day or two. Don't take it seriously. I won't dislike you for this."
"You should pull him down quickly..."
Seeing that he was exposed, Gu Sheng also tried his best to see:
“It’s not certain who is the source of our Golden Wind’s psychopathy.”
"Huh? Are you a little bit weird?"
Shen Miaomiao was startled:
"Are you insinuating something about me?"
"No,"
Gu Sheng chuckled with a strange expression:
"I was insinuating that there was a husky pillow on your bed."
puff--!!!
As soon as this statement came out!
Shen Miaomiao almost spit out a mouthful of soy milk!
My little face turned red immediately!
If she remembered correctly, she had a severe fever yesterday and fell asleep holding the husky pillow with Gu Sheng's photo on it.
"I...that's not..."
Shen Miaomiao hurriedly explained:
"It's not what you imagined!"
"Ah, yes, yes,"
Gu Sheng nodded:
"It doesn't matter, don't put too much pressure on you. After all, the wind of gold is getting stronger and stronger, and the tense nerves always need to be relieved. I won't dislike you for this."
Shen Miaomiao:......
He was choked and stunned for a while.
I'm so angry, but I can't leave on my own.
…
The two returned to Shen Miaomiao's old house and put Shen Miaomiao on the bed. Gu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Shen Miaomiao's rental house.
“It’s quite unique,”
Gu Sheng looked at this rental house with a strong sense of the times:
"Why do you think of this life experience? Where is your big house worth seven thousand or eight thousand a month?"
"It's not because of you!"
Shen Miaomiao was furious when she saw Gu Sheng making sarcastic remarks:
"If you weren't such a succubus in the gaming industry, and were worried about me every day by people from other companies, I would have spent more than one million, or even advanced most of this year's salary, to try to defeat Zhenhu!"
Ah this...
Gu Sheng grinned.
After a long period of trouble, the main culprit that caused little Nezha to "fall into this" is himself.
Looking at little Nezha lying on the bed with his arms akimbo, Gu Sheng couldn't help laughing:
"What's the point of reporting? We didn't know we were so popular, but seeing as I made a heroic appearance in time and saved your brain from being almost burned out by the 39-degree-5 fever, I think we're equal to our merits and demerits."
Said.
Gu Sheng yawned and stood up:
"Okay, I'm going back to catch up on my sleep. I'll ask you for a day off by the way,"
"Remember to take your medicine and get your infusions on time,"
"Also, don't put your keys under the floor mat, it's not safe."
After explaining a series of things, Gu Sheng waved his hand and prepared to retreat.
This time Dasu also gave him a lot of trouble.
Running around with little Nezha on my back was second to none, mainly because the 40-degree fever was too scary.
Even the doctor said that if you really delay coming to see a doctor until the morning, something may go wrong.
Now, after three bottles of fluid have been infused, little Nezha's fever has finally subsided.
Although he still looks a little weak and weak, it should be less of a problem.
Seeing that Gu Sheng was about to leave, Shen Miaomiao opened her mouth: "Ah... you just... went back?"
"yes,"
Gu Sheng spread his hands and seemed to take it for granted:
"Otherwise?"
The room froze for five seconds.
Shen Miaomiao's originally bright eyes dimmed and she nodded:
"Oh, okay……"
"Let's go,"
He waved his hand, and as soon as he turned around, he seemed to remember something again:
"correct."
"Ah?" Shen Miaomiao raised her head and looked at him: "Is there anything else?"
"Oil prices have risen recently." Gu Sheng said.
Shen Miaomiao was confused by her meaningless words: "emmmm...so?"
"So...I want to make some extra money recently,"
Gu Sheng shrugged, his expression seemed a little embarrassed, and scratched his head:
"That...ahem...my house..."
"It's just... I can't live in three bedrooms and two living rooms by myself, so I'm going to find a roommate to share the rent with..."
After hearing Gu Sheng's words, Xiao Nezha's expression gradually changed from confusion to understanding. He also looked a little embarrassed, his face turned red, and he pretended to be serious:
"Oh - that's it, that's good. How much do you plan to rent it for?"
"I don't know either..."
Gu Sheng looked at Xiao Nezha's rental house:
"How much did you rent this house for?"
"I..." Shen Miaomiao bit her lips: "One thousand and five."
"Well - mine has three bedrooms, two living rooms and a study room,"
Gu Sheng nodded:
"If we rent together, it would be one bedroom and one living room, and one thousand and fifty should be suitable..."
"Okay, I'm just asking casually, you can rest, I'll leave first."
After saying that, Gu Sheng raised his legs and started to leave.
But before he could take this step, little Nezha raised his hand: "Strong man, wait a moment."
Very soon!
Gu Sheng retracted his outstretched leg with a snap, as if in military training, and turned to the right with lightning speed, looking at Little Nezha:
"Anything else?"
"That, ahem,"
Little Nezha clasped his fingers:
"Are there any gender restrictions for your shared apartment?"
"I don't. Anyway, I'm a grown man. As long as I don't get into too much trouble, that's fine."
Gu Sheng said:
"After all, I don't have much to do. If the project is not urgent, I will go home and cook,"
“I can’t make a very good rice, but I can make Chinese fish stew and make dumplings, and I can also make Western steak, cod, mushroom soup,”
"Oh, by the way, I also like spicy food. I eat Jiugongge or something at home from time to time..."
Listening to Gu Sheng's words, Shen Miaomiao tried hard to control the corners of her mouth from rising too obviously.
But when she heard the word Jiugongge San'er, she couldn't hold it any longer. She quickly grabbed the bed with her head and buried her grinning smile into the blanket, trying hard to suppress her laughter and trembling all over.
Seeing her like this, Gu Sheng was shocked:
"What’s wrong with you……"
"I...haha woo woo... I'm still a little uncomfortable haha woo woo..."
Shen Miaomiao lay on the bed, pinching the inside of her thighs with her hands, trying hard not to laugh out loud:
"How about... how about your wealth is not transferred to outsiders... how about our company's internal supply and demand relationship is resolved internally?"
"Um--"
Hearing this, Gu Sheng also turned his head, tried his best to press down the corners of his mouth, and nodded:
"It's a good idea. People within our company know the basics of it, which is good."
Taking a deep breath, Shen Miaomiao finally suppressed the crazy raised corners of her mouth and raised her head to look at Gu Sheng.
A pair of big eyes were shining: "Then..."
Gu Sheng also raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then..."
Shen Miaomiao nodded: "Then..."
Gu Sheng also nodded: "Then please tell Secretary Chu. I am very happy to be roommates with her, so that it will be more convenient for us to commute to and from get off work."
"Gu Sheng, what the hell are you doing!"
Shen Miaomiao raised her foot and kicked Gu Sheng.
Why is this person so mean!
Gu Sheng was already prepared and retreated:
"Hey - I didn't kick you! Hahahahaha... I was just kidding."
"I'll kick you to death!"
Shen Miaomiao refused to give up and kicked her with a series of fatal blows:
"Although I am ill, it does not prevent me from doing harm to the people. You can die -!"
Snapped!
In the end, it was Gu Sheng who had quick eyes and quick hands and grabbed the little feet that were tightly grasped:
"Am I going to raise the price?"
Feeling the warmth in Gu Sheng's palm, Shen Miaomiao shrank, and a slightly numb feeling passed through her whole body like an electric current, making her heart itch:
"You... take advantage of others' danger! It's not what a gentleman would do!"
"Wrong," Gu Sheng corrected: "This is a normal price change caused by market supply and demand."
"Then...then let me go..."
"Then you first tear off the photo on the pillow..."
“…I’ll return the photo to you.”
"...I let go."
The two looked at each other for two seconds, then stretched out their hands and nodded solemnly to each other:
"Have a great time sharing the flat, you pervert."
…
"It's so perverted. Damn it, even a pervert like me thinks Lao Gu is perverted..."
The next morning!
Gu Sheng came to the company and just walked to the project department entrance when he heard Lu Bian's voice coming from inside.
After Lu Bian finished speaking, others also agreed and echoed——
‘Yes, yes, our director is really too perverted’
‘Yeah, it’s simply outrageous’
‘It’s already perverted enough. Next time, everyone in the gaming industry will probably say that Mr. Gu is perverted’
'Hiss - you are so perverted -'
'Brother Sheng is so daring to play...'
ah???
Gu Sheng stood at the entrance of the project department, his whole body felt bad!
Is this the case that good things don’t go out and bad things spread thousands of miles?
Little Nezha too!
Why is that mouth so fast?
I obviously didn't come to work today because I was recuperating at home, but the gossip got there before the people arrived?
So do these people!
The entire project department is obviously made up of gentlemen, so why are they so gossipy?
Thinking of this, Gu Sheng couldn't help but look serious and pushed the door open!
"What's wrong with my foot control? Why is my foot control so abnormal?"
"A gentleman is lustful but not lewd. He only cares about his emotions but only his propriety!"
"Du Mu has a poem that says, 'The tin ruler is cut by four points, and the slender jade bamboo shoots are wrapped in light clouds'!"
“Even Tao Yuanming once said, ‘If we are willing to walk on silk, we will be able to get along with each other’!”
"Why am I a pervert? Ah? What's the difference between me controlling legs and controlling hands?"
"You have colored glasses and treat them differently!"
quiet.
Deathly silence!
There was complete silence in the entire project department office, and you could hear a pin drop!
Everyone looked at him, their eyes full of shock!
Looking at the faces of everyone, Gu Sheng coughed lightly:
"Ahem - why do you think so of me? Although I'm not as good as Quentin, I'm still smaller in the gaming world, right? Can't I just have some preferences?"
"...Okay...it's okay, we are all adults and know that human XP is free..."
After a long while, Lu Bian recovered from the shock and opened his mouth:
"But the problem is..."
"We didn't talk about XP either?"
Gu Sheng:???
Lu Bian shrugged and made an awkward but polite smile:
"We are talking about the TTF spin-off project. Didn't you simply tell me your idea before? You said you were going to add an 'exclusive skill' setting to a single gun battle,"
"We were just discussing this matter..."
"Everyone agrees that although this idea may not be accepted by the market, it is indeed abnormal from the perspective of the industry. If it is done well, it may be able to revolutionize today's FPS gameplay again. It is an extremely challenging idea...
"
"...There is no such thing as XP."
silence.
Silence is today's golden wind.
Gu Sheng looked at the land, at the river, and at everyone.
Ha ha.
Sting.
nodded:
"Okay, then I'll die first and you can talk."
Bada.
The office door was closed, and there was a rustling of discussion inside——
‘Hiss—Mr. Gu, don’t you really commit suicide out of shame?’
'Let me just say, Mr. Gu's previous performance was simply perfect, even a little unreal...'
‘Indeed, he understands the market, players and games, so he can be called an artist among game designers...’
‘Artists always have to be a bit unique, like Quentin’
‘Thanking Director Gu with such a generous gift shouldn’t be as outrageous as Director Quentin’
‘Don’t worry, mental illness is always formed step by step’
‘But this does not affect my admiration for the director’
‘I understand, who hasn’t clicked on their own XP?’
‘But it’s rare to shout out XP so loudly’
'Brother Sheng is so kind!'
'As expected of the director...'
Listening to the discussions in the office, Gu Sheng closed his eyes in despair, and seemed to hear a crisp and shattering sound ringing in his ears.
