The President's Miss Hacker

That night, Jiang Shengling went home again, but this time, it seems that he intends to stay permanently.

Instead of sitting on the sofa, he went to a room on the second floor and began to sit in the room, talking on the phone.

Because the room is next door to Song Xi, although Song Xi lies on the door, you can hear the sound of the next door clearly.

"Yes, do it as soon as possible, or you won't have to come to the company tomorrow."

Song Xi just heard this sentence, and then there was no sound.

Just when Song Xi was about to get close to the door again, he was suddenly pulled apart by a strong force. Then, his body hit a person's body in a strange posture.

"Ah, it hurts..." Song Xi intends to reach out to rub, the next moment, the hand has been Leng in the sky.

She thought of something more important.

"Jiang Shengling!"

She is now leaning against Jiang Shengling's arms. Jiang Shengling puts her hand around Song Xi's waist and looks at his present appearance, which makes Song Xi even more afraid.

Immediately stood up straight, put his hand on the mouth cough, cover up embarrassment: "that I was just about to go out. "

But always feel as if there is something wrong, Song Xi immediately stretched out his hand to brush his hair, full of anger looking at Jiang Shengling in front of him: "what are you doing? Don't you know when you open the door?"

Looking at Song Xi now a reasonable appearance, but let Jiang Shengling pick eyebrows: "this is my home!"

"Well, I'll go." Song Xi finally found a breakthrough, took a look at Jiang Shengling, and planned to leave without saying a word.

"Ah

Song Xi just turned around, his arm had been pulled by Jiang Shengling, and then, with an effort, Song Xi returned to Jiang Shengling's arms again.

Looking up at Jiang Shengling, her face turned red immediately.

"What if I said I wouldn't let you go?" Jiang Shengling said that he was close to Song Xi until the distance between them was only one centimeter.

Song Xi looked at Jiang Shengling's lips at hand, and was afraid: "that You let me go

"I'll let you go. What if you leave?"

"I'm not going yet!"

When Jiang Shengling heard this, he was satisfied to release Song Xi and went downstairs for dinner.

Song Xi thought about what had just happened, and then touched his face, which was still hot until now. The whole person was regretful.

"Why do you say that? Why are you so red?"

Song xibian murmured and went to Jiang Shengling. He sat down and ate.

The whole process did not say a word, looking at Song Xi did not speak, Jiang Shengling was preemptive.

"I've been living at home recently."

"Well."

"Don't say anything?"

"This is your home. What can I say? Will you stop when I say no? " What's more, Song Xi was reluctant for Jiang Shengling to live in.

Aggrieve oneself for a while, achievement oneself one's life, think is very cost-effective.

Jiang Shengling so directly into the villa, Song Xi every morning, you can see Jiang Shengling that flat face.

"I will bear it! I'll see when you'll take the contract home! "

In this way, Song Xi waited at home for several days, and also tried to contact Su Mumu with a computer. However, Song Xi seemed to find something wrong.

"Why are computer signals blocked?"

Song Xi hit several times on the keyboard, but there was no response.

"What's going on?" Song Xi looked around, and finally, she understood what was going on.

Song Xi's eyes are more and more hot, a look of hate: "Jiang Shengling, you have a kind of shielding equipment, that kind of don't sneak!"

"Hello, why are you blocking the computer signal?"

Song Xi went downstairs directly and stood in front of Jiang Shengling, who was reading the newspaper, and began to question directly.

Jiang Shengling frowned slightly and put down the newspaper: "why, when you are working, why do you want signals? Can't work without a signal? "

"No signal, of course not. You don't understand. Why should we make such a direct conclusion?"

"Who told you I didn't understand? Do you need a signal for the system? You need a signal to code? What do you want signals to do

"Contact the outside world, get in touch? A rescue plan? "

Jiang Shengling's eyes are as smart as an eagle, staring at Song Xi is a little guilty.

But the gas field must not lose!

"OK, Jiang Shengling, if you think you can block the signal, I can't think of a way to get back the signal. Then you underestimate me."

Song Xi doesn't want to argue with Jiang Shengling any more. Looking at Jiang Shengling's arrogant appearance, she is afraid that she can't help but punch up.

On the second floor, song Xiyue wants to be more angry. No, she has to contact Su Mumu and steal the contract quickly. They have to cooperate closely."What are you going for?" Jiang Shengling looks at Song Xi, who is going out with her bag directly, and picks up her eyebrows and smiles.

"If you go to the Internet cafe, you don't want to think about it. You'd better take your ID card and have a look. Which Internet cafe dares to invoice you?"

Song Xi glared big eyes, angry: "I don't go to the Internet cafe, I go out shopping!"

"I'll be with you." Jiang Shengling just stood up, Song Xi directly turned upstairs: "no

Song Xi seems to be imprisoned in disguise. Although she has her own space, it seems that everything makes her feel suffocated.

She just wanted to be free and have a good breath of fresh air.

Song Xi returned to a boring life. In these days, the mysterious man didn't urge him, but he felt a little strange.

Just thinking about what happened, I heard the sound outside the door.

It's the sound of pulling heavy objects and roller skating. I don't know what's going on outside.

"Hello, Miss Song. May we come in?"

Song Xi was stunned: "please come in."

Then, Song Xi saw five people standing in front of him, each with something in his hand.

"You..."

"Hello, Miss Song. We are skin care, beautician, makeup artist, stylist and hair stylist invited by Mr. Jiang."

"The main purpose of our coming today is to decorate Miss Song's whole body."

"Why decorate me?" Song Xi is very puzzled, is Jiang Shengling eating enough crazy?

"We only listen to Mr. Congjiang's orders and never ask about Mr. Jiang's private life. We don't know the specific things."

"But Miss Song, Mr. Jiang only gave us three hours. We have to do it as soon as possible."

The other side respectfully replied, Song Xi a resist appearance: "sorry, you go back, I don't need the so-called decoration, I am not an object."

Song Xi's words just finished, the mobile phone rings.