219 Dongdong
Gao Qinghe realized that he had said something that had not yet been said in this era.
He quickly changed the subject and said, "Nothing, I just wanted to ask if you took all the photos?"
Reporter: “Yes, yes.”
Gao Qinghe nodded: "That's good."
"Oh, right..."
Gao Qinghe asked in confusion: "You seemed to be in a bad mood just now?"
The reporter's heart skipped a beat.
It's really embarrassing to have your thoughts seen through by others.
Gao Qinghe smiled faintly and sat back down. "Do you think we're a little fake? Are we putting on a show?"
The reporter swallowed, nervously gripped the camera bag strap, and said nothing.
I just hope this topic can end here and not continue any further.
Gao Qinghe didn't agree with him and continued to talk to himself:
"Have we paid the money? Have we taken the fruit? Are the injured employees and their families happy?"
Her beautiful eyes swept across the rearview mirror above, and seeing the reporter's thoughtful expression, Gao Qinghe continued:
"If so, then this condolence is real."
The reporter couldn't help but retort: "This is just formalism."
Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed, and said nothing more.
The car drove silently into the county town and stopped on the side of the road.
The reporter got out of the car and wanted to leave as if he was escaping.
"Hey!" Gao Qinghe leaned out of the window and shouted.
The reporter turned around, his expression looking a little dazed. He didn't dare look at Gao Qinghe, and his eyes fell on the ground.
Gao Qinghe asked with amusement, "How old is the young man?"
The reporter replied: "Twenty-three, what do you want to do?"
I act as if I will never agree to a bribe.
"No wonder......"
Gao Qinghe smiled lightly and said to the young man earnestly:
"Then you still have a lot to learn. Keep up the good work. I'm rooting for you."
The reporter was stunned, as she sounded as if she was decades older than him.
The red car drove away, the woman rolled up the window, and the reporter took two steps forward, leaving him with only the back of the car moving away.
In fact, he was just here to run errands. Whether the photo report would be published in the newspaper was decided by the superiors.
She didn't need to explain anything to him.
But thinking about what she said, this kind of formalism doesn't seem to be completely formalism.
If ordinary people can get tangible benefits, is it still empty talk?
The reporter's eyes slowly lit up, as if he...had realized something!
......
They took a detour to send the team leader to the mine, and it was already dark when Gao Qinghe and his wife returned home.
Jiang's mother prepared the dishes early and started cooking as soon as the two of them entered the yard. They could serve them on the table in ten minutes.
When the weather is cold, you can cook hot pot on a charcoal stove. It is simple and warms your stomach.
Taking into account the tastes of everyone in the family, Jiang's mother prepared three bowls of different dipping sauces, one for each person, and started eating with chopsticks.
A plate of sliced beef, a plate of white radish strips, and large vegetable leaves picked from their own vegetable garden.
Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai ate everything like starving ghosts reincarnated.
Jiang's mother frowned and couldn't help asking, "Didn't you eat during the day?"
Jiang Baohai replied: "I ate it, but it didn't make me feel good."
Buy two steamed buns and a bowl of hot soup noodles from a roadside stall and eat them until you are full.
Jiang's mother looked at the pregnant woman Gao Qinghe, and her condemning gaze was about to fall on her son.
Jiang Baohai added calmly, "She eats well. The last two meat buns in the bun shop in town were given to her."
I brought biscuits, milk, chocolate candies, bananas and apples along the way, and I never stopped eating.
Jiang Baohai glanced at his wife and said, "Just hungry."
He poured out the soup, and Gao Qinghe picked up the bowl and drank it.
Jiang Baohai is so soft-hearted, his wife is so cute even when she is eating!
Jiang's mother was annoyed. After the two of them finished drinking the bone soup in the pot, she quickly cleaned up the dishes and left.
Gao Qinghe leaned on the sofa and touched his stomach uncomfortably.
Jiang Baohai knew at a glance that she had eaten too much, so he came over and rubbed her stomach for half an hour, then went to the bathroom to get some hot water and helped her wipe her face and wash her feet.
While wiping his feet, he glanced at his mother's door and saw that no one was paying attention, so he quickly kissed his wife's white and tender feet.
Gao Qinghe frowned with disgust and kicked him away.
Jiang Baohai smiled evilly, grabbed her hand and gave her a kiss, then, under his wife's angry glare, he picked up the foot basin, hummed a song and went out to pour it out.
When he came back after washing up, he was already sleeping in the corner of the sofa with a towel wrapped around him.
Gao Qinghe felt someone pick her up and gently place her on the bed. A hot water bottle had been placed in the quilt so it was warm.
She raised her hand to hook the person in front of her, tilted her head slightly, not knowing where she was aiming, and gave him a rewarding kiss, "Thank you, husband, I love you the most~"
Jiang Baohai touched his wet Adam's apple and clenched his back teeth tightly.
The warm and soft touch seems to still be there, itchy and numb, making people's hearts beat fast.
The man took two deep breaths, stared fiercely at the innocent face sleeping on his chest, and deliberately turned his back.
He muttered in a low voice: "I'm just a monk..."
It seems that by saying this, one can achieve the same purity of mind and desirelessness as the master.
Half a minute later——
"Damn it, whoever wants to be a monk can do it!"
He turned over, hugged his warm wife tightly in his arms, and closed his eyes: Jiang Baohai, you sleep with me!
Gao Qinghe was not woken up by the urge to urinate in the middle of the night, but by the heat.
When I wanted to turn over, I found that my back was wet with sweat and my body was tied up tightly, unable to move.
She poked the man's hot waist behind her with her backhand, and the man trembled and shrank back a little.
Then he seemed to have discovered a great opportunity and immediately came close, leaving no gap.
He rubbed and kissed the back of her neck eagerly, and his breath was hot and wet.
So, Gao Qinghe's hand was taken away...
4:30 in the morning.
The couple returned to their room from the bathroom together, and the sleepless heat finally subsided.
Gao Qinghe covered himself with the quilt again and prepared to have a good sleep.
There was a buzzing sound in my head.
The system is dead.
"Host, host! I've decided on my name!"
Gao Qinghe: “…”
In view of the current friendly cooperative relationship between one person and one entity.
She suppressed her frightened anger and asked in her heart:
"What's your name?"
【Dongdong.】
Gao Qinghe: "Why is it called this name?"
[Since it's winter now, how about this? Is it okay?]
...As long as you like it.
Gao Qinghe replied perfunctorily: "Not bad, not bad, it's a nice name."
【Hehe, you think it’s good too, right? I think it’s good too.】
Gao Qinghe: "Then I'll call you Xiaodong from now on?"
【OK! 】
Gao Qinghe: "Good night, Xiaodong. I'll go back to sleep."
My mind finally calmed down.
Gao Qinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
When did she let the system give her a name?
Fortunately, the system... oh no, it's called Dongdong now. Fortunately, the little system Dongdong brought it up on its own, otherwise she would have almost forgotten about the naming.
Dongdong, who can read all the host's thoughts: "......"
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