For a time, the honest and honest programmers suffered a lot of malice from this society, and their bald heads and plaid shirts became synonymous with them.
After Zheng Yi'an observed deeply, he found that this was not the case. For example, the one next to her had not only a plaid shirt, but also a blue shirt, a gray shirt, and a white shirt. The hair was obviously thicker and thicker than hers.
When Zheng Yian stared at his thick hair with envy, Zhao Shiqian looked back at her tenderly: "I heard that kissing for ten seconds can not only make you lose weight easily, but also the hair can be contagious."
Zheng Yian touched his receding hairline, licked his lips, and rushed forward with the mentality of a strong man breaking his wrist.
Zhao Shiqian's eyes deepened, and he held the lips of the little woman in his arms, turning them over and over again.
After the kiss ended, Yi'an suppressed his blush and almost couldn't breathe: "Didn't you say it was only ten seconds?"
Zhao Shiqian patted her head and comforted her: "As time goes by, hair grows faster!"
The sullen, awkward and sinister programmer vs. The cute ostrich and funny comic maniac