The bedside alarm clock suddenly rang, Di suddenly woke up from the dream, and it seemed that the voice still echoed in his ear: “6096985”. She stared staringly at the rooftop and said, “6096985?” She tried to recall the dream scene, but she could only vaguely remember a vague figure standing in front of herself, telling herself the string of mysterious figures. She sat up, stretched her yawn, stretched her waist, feeling groggy and unencumbered. She knocked on Mumu’s head: “Damn… I had forgotten all my dreams. Only this long set of numbers was vivid. 6096985, a little familiar, but couldn’t figure out what it meant. Isn’t this the lottery winning number of this issue? Buy a note later…” “What does that mean? Although it is a dream, it is so clear…” Di sat in front of the company’s computer and stared at the screen, stupefied. Still thinking about this matter.
“Hey, Xiaodi,” colleague Lin Kerr, who was in the front partition, gently called, seeing that she had no response, and waved her arm at her.
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“Well?” Di was interrupted and thoughtlessly looked at her. Kerr then pointed to his computer monitor, and Di realized that it was coming, nodded, and logged in to QQ.
Ker’s avatar kept flashing, opened a dialog box, and Di saw her message: “The new handsome guy Haiming from the equipment department, you want his QQ Number?”
“What…” she thought. Looking up at Kerr, she squeezed her eyes and sat down again. Then, a message came: “Drout, right? Would you like it?”
Di’s finger struck the keyboard: “Love wants you, nympho.”
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“Why not… didn’t you tell me yesterday that he looks like Abe Kuan?’It smells like a mature male’, this is what you said…” Kerr teased she was.
“Is it ironic that they don’t like to take a shower, OK?” Di retorted.
Ker sent a tongue-out grimace pattern: “Then I don’t care anymore. I’ll tell you again, I found that the manager and secretary Xiao Zhou had nothing to do recently and I always ran to the equipment department. It’s too late to start. Tang Seng let other goblins pick him up, and see who you sing with her daughter.”
“What kind of goblin Tang Sang, don’t bullshit!” Di still has a hard mouth. (Complete Ghost Story: www.guidaye.com)
“Then I’m off.”
“Ah, Sister Kerr, I think For the sake of thinking, there are not many QQ friends, and there are a lot of QQ friends. You can tell me…” Di finally stopped holding back.
Ker made a fainting expression and sent a set of numbers: “6096985”.
In an instant, Di seemed to be shocked by an electric shock and exclaimed in his heart: “What?”
“What’s wrong? Look silly? Not yet Thank you?” Keer saw no response from Ogi on QQ, and urged.