Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

"Ah, and the United Nations World Food Program?"

Ma Ling feels that she is a person who has ideas and daring to act, but she also wants to do her best to influence the people around her and reduce waste. At the same time, against the eyes of everyone who is indifferent or disgusted, she insists on raising some food for those who need food. .

But why is this guy in front of him so bold? It took only a few hours to come up with such a big idea.

He is not in awe of the government and thinks that no matter how weak the United Nations is, it is not an international organization after all. And he and him, a freshman and a sophomore, are thinking about this?

Not to mention, it's really exciting to think about it this way. Ma Ling is even more excited. This kind of thing is something that should be done, and it is worthy of her life's energy. She looked at Feng Yiping with shining eyes. ,"You quickly talk about it in detail,"

"Okay, let me sort out my thoughts by the way," Feng Yiping walked to the desk in front of the window and took out the pen and paper from the drawer. "It's probably what I imagined."

"First of all, we undertook to build a website to answer various questions of the game. Specifically, for example, our country is now booming to learn English, because learning English is not only a skill, but it is also possible to improve our lives. Then we You can launch a game like this. The title is a word. Then, you choose one of the following four words that has the closest meaning. If you get the correct answer, ten grains of rice will be added to the plate next to it. If you get the correct answer, ten grains will be added.

Similarly, I believe that in the future, more and more Americans will learn Chinese. Then we can also launch a game to learn Chinese to donate rice. This is the first step," Feng Yiping wrote on the paper and "website" two word.

He then wrote the words "netizens" on the paper, "This is the second key factor. Netizens click on the website. While learning, they can also promote donations."

"The third one is an advertiser." Ma Ling said rushingly. "The company that pops up the advertisement when the netizen answers the question. It is responsible for donating the rice from the netizen's plate."

She put her hand on the back of the chair and leaned down to look at the words Feng Yiping had written on the paper. Unconsciously, the heads of the two people were almost together.

When she said this, the two turned their heads at the same time, their eyes facing each other, between their lips. It was also the distance between Fairy Zixia's sword and his throat when Zhi Zun Bao said that popular line.

Both of them could feel each other’s warm breathing. Ma Ling was stunned. A red glow appeared on her face. From Feng Yiping’s perspective, all the fine hairs on her face were clearly visible. Okay, It's really more advanced than the Chinese.

Feng Yiping coughed and turned his head. "Yes, this is the third element,"

Ma Ling did not speak.

"The fourth. It is the United Nations World Food Program. All the food raised will be arranged by them."

Ma Ling still looked at him without speaking.

The closeness between people is directly manifested in physical distance.

The safe distance with strangers is generally about one meter or two. You are not particularly trusted, familiar, or close people, whether you are talking to you or other interactions, as long as you exceed this distance. It will make people feel nervous and uneasy, so. When two strangers start to communicate, how can they break this safe distance smoothly? Is the most critical link.

Why do we never forget the first time we hold hands with the person we like? Not only because holding hands is the other's affirmation of you, at the same time, perhaps we are not clearly aware of it, it is also a key sign that the two parties move from strangeness and familiarity to intimacy.

Because even if we are relatives, acquaintances, and friends, we subconsciously maintain a personal distance of forty-five to one meter two, and when holding hands, the two sides maintain direct contact with forty-five centimeters. This is an intimate distance.

After meeting Ma Ling and Feng Yiping within a few hours, they had been unconsciously and smoothly. From a safe distance, to a break to an intimate distance, some things had not been said, and some things had not been done, the substantial changes had already occurred.

Therefore, although the two people are still serious about improving the "free rice" website plan, there is an emotion that is silently breeding in the warm hotel room.

At the same time, a smell spread in the room.

"The last item is people who need food. This way, one link after another, forms a perfect network,"

Ma Ling did not stand behind him anymore, but lay on the table, watching Feng Yiping drew a circle, connecting the five words.

"This idea is really perfect." She brushed her long brown hair, and the tips of her hair inadvertently swept Feng Yiping's cheeks. His nose functions well. Why does it seem to smell?

Let the taste aside, we also care about the inner person, not so superficial.

Feng Yiping enjoyed the ambiguity. He clearly said things clearly. He still wanted to write something to extend this moment.

Therefore, continue to mark under those few words, "In order to help those in need, we have set up such a website, and netizens with this awareness, while playing and learning, helped to complete the donation..., finally, send Into the hands of those who need them,"

"So, how to increase the visibility of the website and get more people to participate is a key issue." When Ma Ling spoke, he picked up one of his hair and sniffed it in front of his nose, frowned, and then smelled it. I sniffed again on myself, it seemed that the room smelled like this.

I can no longer talk about the website, and said in a awkward manner, "We..."

Feng Yiping sniffed on his shoulder, "Haha, staying next to the trash can for a few hours, it is inevitable, why would you go and wash it before we discuss this issue?"

Ma Ling didn't have a hint of coy this time, any girl could not accept the smell of her own trash can.

Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Feng Yiping was a little fidgeted.

The hotel room was originally a very ambiguous place. In a foreign country, the tangible and intangible constraints on his body seem to disappear. Now he is alone and alone. Therefore, Comrade Feng Yiping is really a little restless!

Through the window, the important central agencies of the U.S. federal government are clearly visible. However, at this meeting, Feng Yiping didn’t even have the thought to look at them. His tie was loose and loose, and he had already drunk three glasses of water. He wanted to find it. Are there cigarettes in the room?

At this moment, he heard Ma Ling from the bathroom saying, "Can you pass my bag in?"

"Oh, okay," Feng Yiping wiped the water in the cup accidentally and ran into the bedroom with her bag.

The door of the bathroom opened a small slit, and a hand was stretched out inside. With a "thank you," the door closed firmly again, only some mixed scents that were difficult to hold were overflowed.

Feng Yiping went back to the living room very gentle and watched TV absently. After another long time, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and saw Ma Ling walking out with his bag and clothes wrapped in a white bathrobe.

Only then did Feng Yiping understand what she was going to do with her bag, and her feelings were in makeup.

The level of her makeup seems to be higher than the level of food collection. Feng Yiping looked at it, her throat moved a bit, and to cover up, she drank a sip of water, "Do you want to inform the housekeeping department to take your clothes for dry cleaning? ?"

For her non-consumerist to a certain degree, Feng Yiping did not ask the hotel to send a set of clothes on her own, although the Hilton Hotel would provide such a service.

"Wait with your clothes,"

What does this mean, don’t leave at night?

"Okay, then you sit down first,"

Men take a shower. A few minutes later, someone from the housekeeping department took away their clothes. The remaining two people were wearing bathrobes and sitting on the sofa. The TV was on, but no one was watching it. It was true or false. Discussing about website promotion.

However, in this situation, it is obviously not enough to talk about it. Feng Yiping opened a bottle of wine, held the wine glass, and chatted. The two people became more and more relaxed, and they sat closer and closer. Bathrobes are not clothes. Inadvertently, there will always be a flash of spring that makes people's heart beat faster.

For the last time, after not knowing why they laughed, the two people at UU reading www.uukanshu.com quietly did not want to talk anymore, their eyes were facing each other, their eyes were narrow, and they could hear each other’s heartbeats faster and faster. Louder.

The horse moved smart, and put the wine glass on the coffee table, "Am I sleeping in the master bedroom?"

"Of course," Feng Yiping stood up.

"Then, good night," Ma Ling leaned over, pressed his face, walked into the bedroom briskly, and closed the door gently.

Of course Feng Yiping couldn’t fall asleep at this meeting. He turned down the sound and kept pressing the remote control of the TV. Maybe it was possible. After more than an hour—he thought it was quite long anyway. There was no movement in the master bedroom. He turned off. Turned off the TV, ready to go back to my room.

At this time, it was like a thunderbolt. In fact, it was a soft "click". The door of the master bedroom opened, perhaps because he was worried that he could not hear it. The people inside knocked on the door twice.

…………(To be continued.)

ps: ps: Feng Yiping walked over happily and saw a hand stretched out from the door. He didn't know what he meant. He waved the hand a few times, "What about the ticket?" Ma Ling said crisply, "How can I enter the door without a ticket? ?" (www..)