It was almost half past six that Joan took her pajamas to the bathroom to take a shower, and at seven o'clock, Joan washed up.
Sitting in front of the computer until half past ten, Joan went to the bathroom to wash her face, and after that, she lay on the bed and applied the mask, and when she applied the mask, Joan took out her phone.
Unlocked it and saw that she didn't see missed calls and text messages, Qiao An was a little disappointed, Gu Zhiheng didn't send her a message today.
She connected to the Internet, logged on to her WeChat, and at seven o'clock in the morning, Gu Zhiheng sent her two WeChat messages.
The message was simple, nothing substantial, nothing more than a wake-up call to her to get up.
Qiao An started to send WeChat messages to Gu Zhiheng, and after typing two words, she thought about what she had done today?
You have to talk to Gu Zhiheng.
Typing it word by word, Qiao An said that she would run until ten o'clock today, but meet Ji Mingye at night?
Qiao An hesitated, this matter is not good to talk to Gu Zhiheng.
She suddenly regretted a little, she didn't listen to Shuling's words, and after changing into new clothes and makeup in the morning, she should take a photo and send it to Gu Zhiheng.
Even if he doesn't like it, she should be thick-skinned.
But now that she has removed her makeup, she finally looks so good for the first time, why didn't she take pictures?
Joan thought very entangledly, deleted the typed words, and she typed again.
Husband, I stayed at home and slept today except for running, and a friend of a friend came to Qingcheng and had dinner with him.
After sending the message out, Joan typed it again, and after typing one line, she deleted it again.
Finally hesitating, Jo Ann tossed her phone aside.
After fifteen minutes, Joan took off the mask, threw it in the trash, patted her hands on her face, and when the essence on her face was absorbed, Joan ran to the dresser.
She pinched her chin with her fingers and stared at herself in the mirror, and after looking at it for long, Joan couldn't help but smile.
She took her mobile phone to read WeChat again, Gu Zhiheng hadn't replied to her message, and she couldn't sleep.
Joan walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulled the curtain halfway open, and opened all the windows.
The night breeze was very cool, blowing in from outside, Qiao An couldn't help but shiver, and involuntarily hugged her body with her arms.
She leaned on the windowsill and looked at the neon lights on the opposite street, which was very lively and full of traffic.
Joan looked at it for a long time before she withdrew her gaze and lowered her eyes to stare at the pink cotton slippers she was wearing on her feet.
A burst of laughter came from the window, and Joan was startled, and when she looked up, she saw the book spirit hanging upside down, her long black hair falling down like a straight line.
When the four eyes met, the corners of the book spirit grinned, revealing a few small white shell teeth.
"Don't pretend to be a ghost to scare me, it'll scare people to death."
Qiao An gave Shu Ling an angry look.
"I'm measured, I won't scare you."
Shuling floated in and landed lightly on the floor, she shook her skirt very stinkily, and turned two small circles: "Let's see what changes I have?"
” Qiao An looked at the book spirit every day, and she didn't see any changes in the book spirit for a while, she thought that when she saw the book spirit for the first time, Qiao An was shocked that the book spirit had grown taller.
The first time I saw it, the book spirit looked like a three-year-old girl, and now, the book spirit has grown a little taller.
"It's high."
Qiao An looked at the book spirit that had reached her waist: "I'm right, right?"
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