What should I do if I pretend to be a girl online to the president of the company?

Jing Mu's heart was full of ups and downs, but it was indeed his fault, and there was nothing to quibble about.

Obediently waiting for the baptism of the prevailing, Jing Mu almost made all psychological preparations.

But after waiting for a while, I saw a text from Shengxing slowly.

Shenxing: Very good, very beautiful.

Jing Mu was full of question marks.

It's all engraved with his name, doesn't it look good?Does this guy not care about DIY skins at all, or is he really a nice guy?

Tree: Brother, are you sure?The skin is pink.

Shenxing: Yes.

Shu: Brother, take a closer look. Not only is it pink, but there are also my words "Mu Mu Exclusive" on this scarf.

Shenxing: Well, it’s good to declare sovereignty.

Jing Mu's typing fingertips trembled slightly, and he seriously suspected that he had hallucinations, or that he was in a dream.

How could someone be so happy that Xin Xin Nian Nian's skin was ruined by others?

Shenxing: No compensation, I like it very much.

But when Jing Mu saw this sentence, he really breathed a sigh of relief.

But Jing Mu was still very sorry in his heart, and asked again tentatively.

Tree: Is it really all right?

Shenxing: Since you are looking forward to punishment so much, then give it to you?

Tree: What does brother want to punish me for?

Shenxing: Are you going to participate in Shufeng's offline activities?

Tree: Mmmmmmm.

Shenxing: You are punished not to wear small skirts. Although the activity is safe, there may be some people with malicious intentions.

The corner of Jingmu's mouth twitched, isn't this nonsense?He can't wear it even for a big man?

The punishment that suits him is not a punishment, but in order to cater to the girl, Jing Mu specially said.

Tree: Hey, why is brother like this?Can't such a beautiful little skirt be worn offline?

Shenxing: You can’t wear it, and it’s best not to wear it every day. It’s too good-looking to avoid attracting bees and butterflies.

Seeing this sentence, Jing Mu felt happy. Is he recognized as good-looking?

As soon as he was in a good mood, he turned his head and changed his tone.

Shu: Okay, then I will promise my brother~ I will only wear small skirts to show my brother in the future~

Seeing the news that the little anchor finally let go of his promise, Shengxing put down his phone.

He unbuttoned his suit, took off his coat, and threw it on the back of the sofa beside him.

Then he raised his arm and slowly rolled up the cuff of the white shirt to the middle of the forearm. The smooth and muscular forearm was particularly dazzling.

Shengxing's expression was not good, he lowered his voice, and turned on the internal phone, "Secretary Yang, all staff are working overtime today."

"Mr. Sheng? Work overtime? Isn't Xingyao already in the process of signing the contract? Why do you have to work overtime all of a sudden? What's wrong?"

Shengxing took off his watch irritably, and said in a low voice, "I always feel that there are too many coveted people, and I want to return to China as soon as possible."

After speaking, Shengxing hung up the phone.

Xingyao signed the contract, and it took at least two or three weeks, and at most one or two months, before Shengxing could return to China.

He couldn't wait any longer, and felt that it was a wrong choice for him to hit the earnings list.

Let more and more people get to know children, which seems very uncomfortable now.

Shengxing also doesn't understand what his intentions are now.

The next day.

The sun is just right, not too hot.

Jing Mu was wearing a pure white loose T-shirt, and the long straight black wig was not obtrusive at all on his head.

In order to prevent the wig from being exposed, Jing Mu specially wore a peaked cap.

The whole person looks relaxed and sporty, very lively.

Satisfied with himself, Jing Mu went out to take the bus wearing a mask.

Not long after getting in the car, Shengxing called.

"Wake up?"

It's eight o'clock in the morning, the time when Jingmu was woken up by Shengfeng in the past.

Jing Mu took a bite of the rice ball in his hand, and replied vaguely: "Well, I'm not lazy."

Shengxing suddenly laughed, "Aren't you the little slob a few days ago?"

Jing Mu, who had worked hard for a day all of a sudden, would not admit it even if he died, and pretended to be stupid: "Of course it's not me."

"Okay, it's not you. Have you eaten yet? What did you have this morning?" Sheng Xing changed the subject.

Jing Mu glanced at the eaten rice ball in his hand, and replied, "Rice ball and a bottle of fruit juice."

"That's good, but next time you'd better do it yourself."

Jing Mu nodded unconsciously, finishing the last bite of the rice ball.

"Okay, I know."

"There are a lot of people in the venue, did you bring Huoxiang Zhengqi Water or Rendan?" Sheng Xing asked.

Naturally, Jing Mu didn't bring it with him, and he wasn't that weak, how could a big man suffer from heatstroke so easily.

"It's okay, brother, I never suffer from heat stroke, don't worry."

After a while, the bus signaled its arrival.

"Brother, I've arrived at the station, I hung up."

Jing Mu hung up the phone, looked around the route, and finally walked into the stadium.

There is a small shopping mall around the venue, and the entrance of the shopping mall is full of event signs.

Jing Mu glanced subconsciously, only to remember that the Dragon Boat Festival is coming.

If I remember correctly, it should be the 25th?

There were indeed a lot of people in the venue, even though Jingmu arrived early, people who bought tickets and checked them started to line up.

But Jingmu came as a guest, so naturally there is no need to worry about this.

He walked to the sign-in gate first, and there was a big turntable at the sign-in gate.

It was the reward amount he had been thinking about. There was no empty option on the turntable, and there was at least 1000 yuan. Jing Mu was full of joy.

After he wrote his name and signed in, he hung up the exclusive guest card, and then turned the turntable.

One second, two seconds.

Jing Mu watched the pointer slowly slide past 2000 yuan, 5000 yuan, and finally stopped at the last 1000 yuan.

"Damn, I'm so unlucky?"

With a one-tenth probability, Jingmu won the least prize, which is too shabby.

He sighed, ready to go to the place where he signed the sale.

I thought there would be no one there, but when Jing Mu walked to the signing table with his name on it, he realized that there was already a long queue.

Jing Mu immediately stepped forward and sat down on the seat.

"Sorry, it's late, have you waited long?"

The first girl stepped forward, her face full of excitement: "Miss Sister, I finally see you, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" this is the live broadcast room, do you remember?"

The scenery is not low, this multiple-choice question, even if you don't remember it, you have to say you remember it.

"Of course, is it enough to sign this?" Jing Mu pointed to the animation banner handed to him by the other party.

"Yeah, miss, you look so good, even wearing a mask, you can still see your super long eyelashes and smooth skin."

Most people don't speak so nicely, Jing Mu felt that this girl was probably an old licking dog, and immediately responded: "Miss Ziyun, you are also very good-looking."

As soon as the words were finished, a man in a bright yellow T-shirt appeared beside Jingmu holding a stack of milk tea.

"Hello, are you Miss Mumu?"

Jing Mu was stunned for a moment, he didn't seem to order takeaway.

"I am, may I ask..."

The delivery man breathed a sigh of relief, and put nearly dozens of bottles of milk tea on the table.

"That's right, this is the milk tea ordered by Mr. Shengxing, and there is this in addition."

Jing Mu looked at the Rendan handed over by the delivery man, and a warm current surged in his heart.

It's too good to be popular, right?It's a bit embarrassing.

"Ah good, thank you."

Jing Mu smiled, then stood up and said to the fans behind: "Everyone line up one by one, each take a cup of milk tea and leave."

"Wow, Miss Sister and Brother have such a good relationship?" Ziyun said.

Jing Mu waved his hand, there is no relationship between him and Sheng Xing, it's just that they met by chance and the other party was used by him as a tool person.

Thinking of this, Jing Mu suddenly felt a little sorry for prevailing.

Just as I was about to speak, the phone on the table vibrated.

Jingmu picked it up.

Shenxing: Have you received the milk tea?

Tree: Got it, my brother really spent money.

Shen Xing: What about Rendan?

Shu: Received it too! [picture]

Jing Mu unhurriedly picked up the Ren Dan and took a picture of Sheng Xing, and replied slowly.

Shenxing: Well, the milk tea in individual containers is at room temperature.

Shenxing: You have a bad stomach, so don’t drink iced ones.

Jing Mu looked at the other party's news, glanced at the milk tea packaged separately, and felt that the other party was too thoughtful.

Tree: OK, thank you brother.

Putting down the phone, Jing Mu poked through the milk tea.

Although the milk tea is at room temperature, Jingmu feels extremely refreshed, and his spirit has improved several times.

"Everyone come one by one."

After a long while, the team was sparsely populated. Jing Mu didn't look up, but heard an older voice calling: "Mumu?"

Jing Mu raised his eyes, she was a middle-aged woman who was dressed luxuriously and full of the air of a rich woman, his face was full of confusion: "Who are you?"

The woman spoke slowly, a little disappointed: "You don't remember me? I'm Shengxing's mother, you call me Aunt Wu."

Only then did Jing Mu hear the voice, and quickly stood up and said, "Ah, so it's Auntie? Why do you have time to come? Is it not possible to come too?"

The reasonable guess made Jing Mu's heart skip a beat, and sweat broke out on his panicked forehead.

If Shengfeng came, how would he deal with it?

But Wu Meiyun's answer in the next second made Jingmu let go of his hanging heart.

"I came alone, and Shengfeng is still abroad."

Jing Mu nodded, stood up, and pulled his stool to Wu Meiyun: "Auntie, sit here, can you drink milk tea? Do you want to try?"

Wu Meiyun nodded, with a smile on her face, "Okay, thank you Mumu, why did you buy so much milk tea? Can you finish it?"

Jing Mu waved his hand and quickly explained: "I didn't buy this, but Sheng Xing bought it, saying it was for fans."

Wu Meiyun's smile became stronger, and she couldn't help drinking a few more sips of milk tea, and said in a low voice, "It looks very entertaining."

"Auntie, what did you say?" Jing Mu didn't hear clearly, so he asked again.

"It's nothing, can Mumu take a photo with me? I want to send it to Shengxing."

Jing Mu is wearing a mask, and taking pictures is the same as not taking pictures, so it doesn't matter.

He stood up, walked to Wu Meiyun's side, and squatted halfway to prevent himself from getting out of the frame.

R country Tokyo.

Shengxing was not in a particularly comfortable mood at first, but suddenly there was another message on his phone.

Wu Meiyun: Son, look, isn't this little beauty pretty?

Shengxing frowned, and typed a reply.

Shenxing: This is Mumu?

Shenxing: Mom, did you go back to China to see her?