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Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Paparazzi

    ◎"Need help?" ◎

    June, Qinghe City.

    Ming Xiangfan has stayed here for eight years, and he has long been used to the scorching heat that comes early in summer. The hot and humid wind blows the rustling fragrance of leaves, like a clumsy child staggering to find the line in memory, so that he can go home and take root.

    Some time ago, during the Chuangwen inspection, the street office brought people in, bringing in truckloads of white paint, and dyed all the exposed walls white. The front of the unit building was not spared either.

    In a flash of white, Ming Xiangfan walks in a daze, and when he is unaware of the length of the distance, he often oversteps.

    Ming Xiangfan detoured again, knocked on the door for a long time, and called 'Grandma Li' for a long time, then heard movement in the room, came over to open the door.

    Ming Xiangfan: "I passed by the supermarket today and saw a new watermelon, which is not expensive, so I bought some. If you are bored, you can dig and eat." Seeing

    her holding a big watermelon, Li Tingyu laughed so hard that his eyes almost disappeared. He couldn't help saying a few words: "If you have some money, you spend it recklessly, why don't you know how to save it... you can't buy a house or a car in the future?"

    Ming Xiangfan didn't care much about these things: "Why do I want these things, I might as well keep them in my stomach The things inside are real. You have to repay the mortgage when you buy a house, you have to pay back the car loan when you buy a car, and you have to maintain it every month... Hey, think about it, it’s still as free and easy as it is now.”

    Li Tingyu shook her head, helplessly pampering: “ I can't say no to you, you have a lot of tricks."

    Ming Xiangfan was cheeky, and hugged Li Tingyu loosely from behind, "Grandma, think about everything and enjoy the moment." The

    two chatted for a while, and in the evening, Ming Xiangfan took Li Tingyu out for a walk.

    "How about your thesis?" Li Tingyu asked.

    Ming Xiangfan is a senior this year, studying new media marketing. Some time ago, Li Tingyu had an upset stomach and would vomit at night, so Ming Xiangfan lived on the first floor with his computer in his arms. Li Tingyu couldn't fall asleep after vomiting, so he would chat with Ming Xiangfan.

    At that time Ming Xiangfan was desperately trying to lose weight.

    I worked hard for four hours during the day to modify, but I didn't expect that the final replication ratio was higher than the initial data, and Ming Xiangfan was so angry that he almost had high blood pressure. Later, he fell asleep when he couldn't hold on, and when he woke up at night, he continued to fight at Li Tingyu's house.

    "The tutor finally nodded." The two were tired from walking, and sat on a chair in the park. Ming Xiangfan's expression was no longer as serious as last week, "The defense next weekend will finally come to an end." "Is there any progress in work?"

    Ming

    Xiangfan Fan shook his head, a little depressed: "Every time I chat with HR online, the job treatment and salary are very good, and I only know after the interview that there are many twists and turns in it, and they are all playing word games." Li Tingyu comforted her: "Slow down

    . Take your time, don't worry."

    Maybe it was the natural way to reach the bridge, and finally let her seize a chance.