Wang Bo sat dejectedly on the bed, and the few pages of A4 paper with creases in his hand fell silently on the carpet like withered leaves. His mind was hollow and misty, like a tofu brain that fell to the ground and was then stomped on several feet.

There was no fear, no anger, and even disappointment, but only a kind of fatigue, a kind of exhaustion that penetrated into the bone marrow and was completely exhausted. This fatigue, which suddenly came to him, made him feel as if he had not slept for several days and nights.

So Wang Bo fell straight onto the big bed where Rouche was owed. His sleepiness was like thick fog, covering him all at once.

Wang Bo, who had just woken up, fell asleep again.

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This time, I slept for a day and a night. When Wang Bo got up again, it was almost ten o'clock the next morning.

There were more than a dozen or twenty missed calls on the phone, half of which were work and half private. Wang Bo went back one by one, and the instructions that should be instructed, instructions that should be instructed, and apologized as if nothing had happened.

After the call was answered, the spirit and strength he had persisted was removed. He sat there for a while and was stunned. Finally, he turned on his cell phone and called Zheng Yan.

The phone rang, but no one answered it. Wang Bo tried it twice and gave up.

He began to walk out of the room and check out the hotel deposit form that Zheng Yan and his resignation letter were stuffed into the envelope.

After check-out, I walked out of the hotel lobby.

The sun is scorching outside, and the sky is still bright. Under the sunshine, there are bustling street markets and crowds, just like yesterday.

Unfortunately, for Wang Bo at this time, things changed. The girl who smiled gracefully, with a fragrant fragrance, and gently snuggled beside him could not resist the torture of her inner conscience and morality and left him.

"Swallow, can't you be more selfish?" Wang Bo, who was lonely and cold in his heart, shouted.

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When we returned to the international student apartment, Chen Xiang, Wu Xue, Zhang Xinyue, and Rowling were cooking in the kitchen to prepare for lunch.

As the chief manager Wang Bo usually eats three meals a day and a living assistant who is responsible for cleaning his two apartments, Chen Xiang has the keys to his two apartments. In addition to breakfast, several girls will basically eat lunch and dinner here. Even if he is not at home, several girls will go to his place to have a small meal. The only difference is that when he is there, the girls will follow him, who is not happy with meat and eat big fish and meat. He is not here. Although he has asked several girls to be polite, use public funds to buy whatever they want to eat, buy whatever they want, and buy whatever they want, but everyone is still embarrassed to "buy whatever they want" and "do it". They usually cook a meat, vegetable and soup together, and "get it".

Of course, even if it is a meat, a vegetable and a soup, it is much better than the big pot rice in the cafeteria, regardless of taste, hygiene, or portion.

When Chen Xiang called him this morning to ask for the noon recipe, he called three calls but failed to get through. Chen Xiang thought that Wang Bo and Zheng Yan were doing business outside and would not come back at noon.

Since Wang Bo was not here, the four girls prepared to stir-fry one of the meat and one of the cabbages, and then cooked one of the tomato and egg soup to deal with it.

Chen Xiang was a little surprised when she saw Wang Bo coming back suddenly. She smiled and asked him if he had eaten lunch. Wang Bo shook his head.

"Then...why I'm going to the supermarket now, what do you want to eat?" As the girl said that, she was about to take off her apron. The dishes at noon were too simple, and she was afraid that Wang Bo would not get used to it.

Wang Bo waved his hand and told her not to be busy. He would eat whatever they ate. He was a little hungry and asked her to serve the food quickly.

So, a mess began to rush in the kitchen, and the pots and pans began to make a "ping-pong" sound. Soon, a few girls quickly brought to the coffee table with their hands and feet.

As soon as the food came, Wang Bo immediately started to eat.

"Senior, why didn't you see Senior Sister Zheng?" Rowling didn't see Zheng Yan during the meal, and was a little curious.

Wang Bo did not answer, but just scattered rice into his mouth with chopsticks.

A few girls looked at me and I looked at you, and they exchanged their eyes. The four smiling faces, which were originally like flowers, suddenly withered and lost their smiles. The chattering and chattering disappeared, and the silence enveloped the entire dining table.

Wang Bo quickly finished the bowl of rice in his hand. Seeing that he was only shaving rice but not picking up the dishes, Chen Xiang carefully picked up a few pieces of repot meat into her bowl. The other three girls also began to help him pick up the dishes silently, and then saw that he and the white rice were all mixed into his mouth, which was bulging like a frog. During this period, the careful Chen Xiang picked up a bowl of warm water for him in a bowl.

After the first bowl of rice was finished, Chen Xiang asked if he would scoop another bowl for him. Wang Bo's head moved slightly, and Chen Xiang quickly took the bowl from him and handed it to Zhang Xinyue who was sitting outside. Zhang Xinyue quickly scooped him another bowl.

The girls did not dare to show off. In their heart-wrenching and worried eyes, Wang Bo looked exactly like before, burying his head, not picking up food, but only scattering rice, as if he hadn't eaten for several days and nights, and as if he had a grudge against the rice in the bowl, and wanted to destroy it quickly.

So the four girls had to take turns to pick up food and serve him with water, feeling nervous and cautious.

In this way, Wang Bo swallowed the second bowl of white rice like autumn wind swept away fallen leaves.

"Xiao Bo, do you still want it?" Chen Xiang asked, pretending to take the bowl in his hand.

This time, Wang Bo shook his head and placed the bowls and chopsticks in his hand on the coffee table.

"No, I'm full." He stood up and Rowling, who was sitting next to him, hurriedly gave way to him.

Wang Bo walked out of the sofa surrounded by several girls and walked towards the study and bedroom next door. Halfway through, he suddenly turned around and looked at the girls who seemed relieved to have a meal. Finally, he looked at Rowling's head.

"Rolling, please help me."

"Ah, you say, senior." Rowling was startled and stood up.

"You find a travel agency and help me sign up for a tour group, national travel, youth hostel, etc. You can tell the tour group clearly that I will tell you the tour fee, but I won't go with the tour group. I will move freely after I arrive in Europe. At the end of the trip, I meet them at the airport. I will put my ID card, passport, and money on my desk later. I can do this?"

"I...I think I should be able to do it well, senior..." Rowling said, feeling nervous and confused.

The other girls looked similar. They couldn't understand why Wang Bo had to go abroad and ran so far.

"Okay, thank you. If the travel agency needs any information or needs my cooperation, you can call me directly.

"Eat slowly. I'm a little sleepy, so I'll sleep first." After saying that, Wang Bo turned around, shook his hands at the girls who were watching him from behind, and walked into his bedroom.

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PS: When I saw readers in the book review area, I heard that there were typos in the book review area. From now on (I don’t know if it ends, it probably won’t happen, because the golden age of online literature has passed), there will be more and more "typos" among ordinary people. Some are pronunciations, some are close to each other, some are pinyin, and even English, symbols, and ellipsis... Everyone should use their imagination. Clean Chinese without typos may not be seen, at least on the Internet, online literature. Too many sensitive words need to be avoided.

I remembered a sentence Han Han said in his blog many years ago, which was the general meaning: Many years later, even "sensitive words" itself will become sensitive words.

But how to express the meaning of "sensitive"? It is probably "the people dare", "sensible", "mingan", "mg"... In short, the Eight Immortals will show their magical powers across the sea.

Isn’t this how I am now and countless people who make a living by typing?

In the past, I would carefully proofread and modify the typos in every chapter, so as to try not to mislead everyone and let everyone say that I didn’t learn Chinese well.

Now, for some "typos", I don't have the motivation to modify the same kind of previous changes - anyway, I don't have to "typos" all the final ones, which can't be said to be very beautiful, but at least the expressions are expressed, at least the correct things are annoying to me when I see them. Can boring garbage be safe?
Chapter completed!