Mr. Mo's love is as deep as the sea

Chapter 422 Student Su Xiaoye, will you come to the press conference tomorrow?

Ji Liusu didn't speak, and glanced at the secretary, not knowing what to do.

I want to throw it away, but I know Mrs. Mo bought it herself.

Don't throw it away, Mr. Mo just saw this lunch with that look in his eyes...

"It's fine if he doesn't eat." Ji Liusu whispered, gnashing his teeth a bit, "I think he's full anyway."

The secretary saw her enter the elevator and go downstairs without looking back, and finally had no choice but to throw away all the lunch boxes.

When Ji Liusu was in the car, he took out his mobile phone and saw the private message from "Luan" to himself.

"Student Su Xiaoye, are you coming to the press conference tomorrow?"

She replied with one word, "Come."

Luan was obviously online, and quickly replied, "Very well, see you tomorrow."

Ji Liusu was surprised, tomorrow... See you?

"Are you there tomorrow?" After sending it, she remembered something, and immediately sent another one, "Wait, are you in City C?"

"When did I tell you that I'm not in City C?"

She really didn't think about it, because they said almost nothing about him personally.

Ji Liusu only knew that this person was a very skilled hacker, but he ran a Weibo account that didn't seem too popular, which exploded the privacy of the entertainment industry.

In fact, there has never been any fake news on his account, but, according to Ji Liusu's words, the emotional intelligence is not enough, and the account person's position is not pleasing.

I don't know how to use fan groups to create momentum, I don't know how to write jokes, and I don't have a sense of humor.

Every time something is sent out, there is no human taste at all, it is not like a personal account at all, like a reprint account directly copied from newspapers and magazines.

Occasionally, I ran into a hot topic, and it was plagiarized by other accounts, and I wrote it in a more attractive way, and I don't know how many more retweets than the original blog.

Only this time, he was in the limelight because of the news that Ji Chuxue's wrestling was blamed on Ji Liusu. The account was deleted the day before yesterday, and he was ordered not to post it again.

He was the only one who was saved by Ji Liusu.

They only discussed cooperation matters, and even the hacker investigated her quite clearly, and she knew very little about him.

"Stupid or offline?" When Ji Liusu didn't reply, he sent a message in a messy and fast manner, and at the same time attached his mobile phone number, asking her to find him when she arrived.

Ji Liusu said hello, so let's talk about it face to face tomorrow.

Just as I was about to take down my phone, I saw a messy message, "Are you nervous to meet netizens at the hotel, little girl?"

Ji Liusu: "..."

She speaks simply and directly, and occasionally she will have a familiar tone, which is not surprising to her.

After returning, she temporarily put this matter behind her mind and wrote the outline of a new script.

Thinking that since Mo Lingjin spent a lot of money to buy it, she would be sorry if he didn't write something that wasted money.

Normally, when writing a script, you have to consider the cost issue, and the setting of the scene is limited, but this time I dared to open my mind.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, when Mo Lingjin came back, he saw that the light in the bedroom was on, there was a notebook on the bed, and Ji Liusu was taking a shower.

He took the notebook off the bed, not intending to let it occupy her time any longer.

Fingers touched the keyboard, and the computer with a black screen turned on.

The webpage that appeared happened to be her Weibo again.

Mo Lingjin accidentally looked at the private message list again.

After hesitating for a moment, click on it.

"Are you nervous to meet netizens in the hotel, little girl?"

His face tensed for a moment, and the chat history went up.

"Xiao Gao, look up a mobile phone number for me... Then ask Ji Chuxue what hotel the press conference will be at tomorrow, and what time... At that time, I want to meet the client? I can't meet the client at the hotel? Just change me to this hotel !"

(End of this chapter)