[Some black men have red eyes. They don’t want to contribute anything and just talk about dedication. They really don’t know what kind of mentality is like like this. 】
[Influenced by Sister Song, I have signed up for the popularization of women’s health knowledge in mountainous areas to teach. 】
Shen Ying’s guidance was scolded by fans before her remarks started.
The fog in the early morning enveloped the entire valley, and the drizzled drizzled on the banana trees in the yard.
Because there is no farm work, Song Zhiyuan sleeps for a while.
Yiyi and her brother had already gone to school. Song Zhiyuan wrapped a blanket and leaned against the window, watching the drizzle outside, handling the work of the Ministry of Agriculture.
Recently, the department started to recruit investment. Song Zhiyuan was under great pressure as the director of the department. In addition, the recent program recording, she could not go to business in person, and could only assign work to
Song Zhiyuan could only pay attention to it all the time.
Song Zhiyuan is usually very busy with agricultural research and often stayed in the laboratory. However, the newly arrived new employees are not very familiar with the work in the department and make mistakes one after another.
Song Zhiyuan patiently pointed out the mistake. After nearly two days of work tasks, she stretched lazily.
Just as Song Zhiyuan was about to go downstairs, she put it on the table and suddenly heard a message from her phone. Song Zhiyuan picked up her phone and took a look. She received the materials and received videos and photos of the director of the Nanqiao Town Women’s Federation.
In order to ensure that the sanitary napkins can be sent to girls instead of being used as insoles by some men, Song Zhiyuan has been in contact with the Women’s Federation Director.
After exiting the chat interface, Song Zhiyuan saw that the first guided comment was pushed to the top of the official blog.
Song Zhiyuan forwarded and commented on the other party, “Whether it is menstruation or childbirth, it is the most normal thing for women. Menstruation does not need to be hidden, and there is no need to feel ashamed. Every girl of us should treat it calmly and bravely break the shackles and prejudice.
Menstruation is not confusion, nor is it a bad influence. Those who laugh at women are vulgar and shameless people.”
Once Song Zhiyuan’s Weibo post was posted, Song Zhiwei and Shen Jingmo reposted it immediately, and even the official website of Nanqiao Town, which had a mutual connection with Song Zhiyuan, also reposted it in real time.
[Sister Song is right. I don’t know what era it was. There are still people who are making these words to guide their remarks, with ulterior motives. 】
[The actor actually reposted Sister Song’s comments, or was it only ten minutes after Sister Song posted it, which proved that the actor paid attention to Sister Song’s movements in real time. 】
[The actor did not follow Sister Song’s Weibo at all, and Sister Song’s remarks did not appear on the hot search. If she had not followed her deliberately, she would not have noticed that Sister Song posted a blog. 】
[I believe it if my hand slips like it, but I don’t believe it if my hand slips forward it. 】
[Maybe it was not operated by Actor Shen himself, the account of Actor is controlled by his agent. 】
[No, sisters, don’t wash it. Is your movie hero the person who may be controlled? Now the actors have started another business in the industry, and have equity in major film and television companies. The agents have to rely on the actors to pay their salaries. How can the actor’s account be in the hands of the agents? 】
[The actor’s agent’s IP is displayed in the capital, and the actor’s IP is displayed in the shooting location. It turns out that the actor’s agent forwarded it himself. 】
[I’ve worn all the wedding clothes, and I don’t believe it, Actor Shen and Sister Song have nothing to do with each other. 】
When Song Zhiyuan came down from the attic, Song Zhiwei had already prepared breakfast, and enjoyed the rain with the breeze. The siblings and brothers finished their breakfast under the corridor.
The light rain had no sign of stopping for a whole morning. Just when everyone was wondering whether the charity performance could be held, the rain stopped. The sun penetrated the dark clouds and showed a bright smile. After the sun was burning, the air was filled with a faint smell of earth.
Time is tight, and the program team hastily set up a simple venue in the village.
There are few charity performances in the village. After receiving the news, the villagers brought stools to occupy space early.