C414 Survival Drive

Ann Qianxi, the online writer of novels, comforted her a lot, but she did not feel that her life in Xiaoduo was too tiring. It was said that compared to being lacking in strength, she was more than enough, and was the basic motive force for human survival.

Furthermore, after hearing the story of her online fiction friend, she didn't feel that she had to worry about her superior's face every day.

No matter how bad Ann Qianxi was, she wouldn't be like her online fiction friend, who would be at a loss every day. Buying luxury clothes to go to Starbucks was what her friend imagined. Ann Qianxi wasn't like that. Ann Qianxi led a realistic life every day.

Ann Qianxi always advised her friend who wrote online novels, this money, ah, is not saved up, but earned.

Qianxi, said the friend who wrote the online novel, holding Lili's hand, we are the bottom class workers, we don't talk about love or enjoy life. You are life, and we are existence.

The meaning of survival included sitting in front of the computer every day and starting a new day of work. Even when he closed his eyes at night, his head was still spinning like a runaway windmill.

But do you think this is called hard work? Actually, no. There were a lot of friends in the industry who didn't care where they went or what they did every day. They usually didn't go to bed before 11 pm.

The only difference between you and your boss is that your boss drinks at the bar at three in the morning or works on the computer, and you're already in bed.

It's not that you don't want to stay up late, you want to make more money, but you really can't stay up long enough.

The next morning, when he woke up, he felt as if he were dying of shock. If he was at the company every day, he would have to pay the water and the rent, and the rest of the money would be too tight for him.

Every day, he would look at the price list and the amount of money he had for the delivery fee to eat. He could only tell Ann Qianxi how bitter it was.

You can't tell others, you can't tell your classmates, for face.

Ann Qianxi didn't feel sad thinking about this friend of hers. This type of lifestyle was something that most people who entered work would have to adapt to. Only Jia Wanrou would not be able to adapt to it.

Every day when Jia Wanrou came home, there was no one in the empty living room, or when she woke up every morning, there were several cups of leftover coffee and an empty toaster on the table.

Ye Yuni's family servant was already washing the dishes, humming a tune on her headphones.

So in this season, when everyone was busy, Jia Wanrou moved out on a sunny summer day.

Jia Wanrou was like a small film from her student days, but she still retained her original color. Ann Qianxi and the others had long since moved into various corners of society along with the flow of time.

Ann Qianxi and Chi Shaojun got to know Chi Shaojun's other stories in foreign countries during their time together.

In an office in the United States, everything was quiet, with only the sound of the air-conditioning above his head. Chi Shaojun stared blankly at the computer. He crushed the documents in his hand into a ball and threw it into the trash can beside him before striding into the office of the department in charge.

Chi Shaojun had considered this decision for a long time. The leader of the department was a foreigner with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Chi Shaojun knocked on the door first. After hearing "please come in", he found a seat and sat down.

He cleared his throat. "I've decided to go home."

The people of the company celebrated for Chi Shaojun, then Chi Shaojun returned home.

When Jia Wanrou called, Ann Qianxi was still asleep. In her dreams, she was dreaming about a light rain. Money was falling down like a light rain.

When Ann Qianxi was resting, she liked to watch movies and sleep, so there was probably glue on the bed. Ann Qianxi had already thought about it, if she was going to get married, she would directly carry the bed with her.

Jia Wanrou was strolling on the street. This was definitely not a good day to be on the road. The sun was scorching hot and hanging above one's head, making one's head dizzy. There seemed to be a line of ants crawling around the back of their neck, making them itch.

Jia Wanrou chose to ignore the words "It's not appropriate to go out" which were written on her forehead.

"The temperature in this city has reached 35 degrees Celsius recently. Please do your best to prevent sunburn before you go out."

Jia Wanrou didn't want to stay at home, putting on makeup, going out, walking up and down the street. People were crowded outside the mall, people were near, and there was a head shaking in the window.

I really don't understand how good it is for people in the city to bring it home in the middle of the summer, to enjoy the wind, eat fruit or take a bubble bath.

She dipped her hot skin into the water and bathed herself in water. Oh, right, Ann Qianxi's other hobby was bathing.

Besides, Ann Qianxi had recently switched her bathtub to a high-end one, changing the multicolored lights and listening to music as soon as she lay down.

Let that voice ring through the space to enjoy the full capitalist corruption of life, drunk to death!

Ann Qianxi lay in the bathtub and thought about all those years of being right and wrong. If it wasn't for this chance, it would be difficult for Ann Qianxi to truly recognize the real face behind that layer of mist.

As far as Ann Qianxi knew, the main reason why Chi Shaojun didn't want to get close to her was because Chi Shaojun had always thought that Ann Qianxi's men had killed his father.

This became an insurmountable gulf between them. It was just that the two of them did not directly say it.

But if Ann Qianxi had said that she was helping Ann Dong'er raise money, would anyone have believed her?

Let's go back to a few hours ago, when Ann Qianxi brought the hot plate to Chi Shaojun's bed.

The soft light of the sun danced on the broken hair on his forehead, perhaps because of the harsh light.

Ann Qianxi was unable to see Chi Shaojun's distinct outline. A hairy halo surrounded the top of his head.

Chi Shaojun's body was tall and big. As he sank into the sofa, it seemed to shrink a little.

This time he was thinner than before, his cheeks had weakened a little, and there was a new layer of stubble on his chin. Wherever he was, the whole world seemed to be pressing the silence button.

If he didn't speak, no one would dare to speak.

Ann Qianxi cleaned up the pot of soup, took out a cup from the drawer of the bedside table, and tore open the package of Blue Mountain coffee. She didn't add sugar or box milk, which was different from Ou Ney's.

The huge white cage was filled with the aroma of coffee. The coffee machine was gurgling softly and one felt drowsy as they sank into the warm sunlight.

He won't be idle during the break. Chi Shaojun ordered Kevin to bring his white desk, white chair, and extremely thin laptop over. It felt like he would have to move the entire company over in two days.