The fiery sun scorched the vast land of the capital. Looking from a distance, there was hot steam coming out from the white cement pavement. The street trees on both sides of the road were sunburned and drooped with huge crowns, like dying trees.
The fish stared at a drop of water in the distance, desperately trying to shed the last ray of shade.
Gu Mengmeng, a leftover girl who was 23 days short of turning 27, rushed out of the door of the People's Liberation Army Newspaper office located on Fuwai Street, Xicheng District, Beijing.
Standing on the side of a busy street, she wiped the sweat from her smooth forehead, tugged on her sweaty summer military uniform and reached out to stop the taxi.
Gu Mengmeng is a small millet among military newspaper reporters with the rank of second lieutenant. She has been officially working for three years. Although she is still junior, she still follows the senior reporter to help take pictures. A wonderful report will be published in
Fill in her name in the last inconspicuous position, photographed by Gu Mengmeng.
In the past few years, in addition to following the reporter team to the hot military camps in the east, west, north, and south of the motherland, she spent the rest of the time as an editor in the art team of the military newspaper. The workload of the military newspaper was heavy, and it was common to work overtime at noon, so Gu Mengmeng, a latecomer, worked every day
She only allowed herself 40 minutes to eat. She made full use of these 40 minutes and compressed them into several three-dimensional cubes.
In the first 10 minutes, I ran to the canteen of the newspaper office and used the numbers I drew on the way to decide what kind of food to eat. Then I spent 10 minutes eating to solve people's livelihood and personal problems. Then I spent 10 minutes rushing to the blind spot in the women's locker room of the newspaper office and kicking out the occupiers.
Xu Enya, a colleague, best friend and partner who lives in the old house, takes a nap for a few minutes. The last 10 minutes can be said to be the essence of the 40 minutes. Gu Mengmeng needs to use the devil's tempered speed to rush towards rumors, gossip, and scandals.
Even the bathroom tidying up is the five major inventions of ancient mankind where the bed thing originated.
She had heard that the British toilet industry had an annual toilet award that was comparable to the Oscars. Someone once asked the organizer what was the key factor in winning the award? The person replied, "What we want is the kind of wow factor that makes people wow."
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Yo ho...
Gu Mengmeng was furious when she saw it on the Internet. How dare foreigners not be amazed when they go to the toilet?
The place whose scientific name is toilet in China is actually a latrine. It is a magical existence. Regardless of whether it is rich or poor, good or bad, its style has always been indispensable for its amazing ingredients.
You will sigh when you relieve the urge to urinate, you will sigh when you have a bowel movement, you will sigh when you seek refuge, you will sigh when you are quarreling, and when... that... that... you will sigh...
oh..
I guess she got it wrong.
Too far...
The reason why Gu Mengmeng asked for leave at noon to go out is very confusing.
It was true that she was going to eat, but it was a very expensive meal. The red envelope in her hand was not known to be inferior goods that Enya bought from that nook and cranny. When she got in the car, her red and bloody hands scared the driver so hard that his face turned pale.
, she didn’t dare to take a breath. When she reached the entrance of the magnificent Hilton Hotel on East Third Ring Road North, she dug out her pocket and found that her paws had turned into ketchup on the dinner plate, and the driver’s uncle was about to take a picture of her bloody fingerprints.
As he was picking up the car, he cleverly snatched the fare from her hand and drove away as fast as he could.
Gu Mengmeng laughed bitterly.
It turns out that it’s not just Kang Qiao who doesn’t like himself.
Cambridge.
Handsome male.
I used to be Comrade Gu Mengmeng’s face, wife and boyfriend for a few days. When Gu Mengmeng’s erotic dream was so good that she wanted to spread her thighs and have sex, Kang Qiao. This top-notch facial paralysis guy who will be reminded of Mr. Xu when I think of his name.
The black man really split her thighs open.
he.
He actually said goodbye to the silly Gu Mengmeng beautifully.
I left gently,
As I come gently;
I waved gently,
Farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset......
The bride attending the wedding banquet today is not Gu Mengmeng, but the groom is undoubtedly Kang Qiao.
Woo hoo..
A tragic fate, a tragic life, a tragic idol drama and a female supporting role that has been labeled as a bitch.
It was Gu Mengmeng, the second lieutenant editor of the military newspaper.