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

"I'm sorry, 384 sauce, what did you call me just now?" Jing Mu asked again with the most standard smirk.

The man in the steward's uniform bowed slightly, and replied with a smile on his face: "Madam, don't you like this title?"

Jing Mu smiled awkwardly.

What kind of magical useless information did Shengxing instill in their servants?

"Yes, I don't like it."

Jing Mu replied resolutely, and incidentally gave a reason.

"It's like I call you 384 sauce and you don't like it."

The man was slightly stunned, bent over and smiled and said, "Why do I hate my name?"

Jing Mu's hand on the wheelchair suddenly shrank, and he reached out to grab the somewhat boring curly hair.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm very sorry, I just introduced myself now, my name is Sebas Jiang."

Jing Mu took another look at the man in his 30s who was full of gentlemanly temperament. Although his appearance was not as good as 384, in terms of demeanor, he did have that taste.

He half-jokingly asked: "Are you the son of 384 sauce?"

Sebastian smiled softly, narrowing his eyes.

"Although I don't know who the 384 you mentioned is, my father's name is indeed Sebastian."

Jing Mu was just joking, but he didn't expect the other party to get serious.

"Ah, don't take it to heart, I was just joking."

Sebastian stood up straight suddenly, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"is it?"

"Hahahahahahaha, madam, your jokes are very funny, sir must also like to listen to them."

……

Jingmu was speechless.

Does the current flattery have to be so desperate?This is too fake, right?

Jing Mu laughed dryly, trying to pull the wheelchair with both hands, but was pushed forward by Aunt Mei behind him.

"Aunt Mei, is Sebastian out of his mind?"

Jing Mu glanced back, and Sebas, who followed them not far or near, lowered his voice and asked Aunt Mei.

Aunt Mei shook her head: "Mr. Sheng told you to be obedient to you and make your stay happy, and Sebastian also wants you to be happy because you are recognized."

Jingmu sighed.

Even so, is it not the case to be obedient and obedient?

That reaction was almost the same as listening to a super cold joke.

Pushed all the way into the living room by Aunt Mei, Aunt Mei let go of the wheelchair: "Mr. Jing, I'll prepare the bed first."

The old-fashioned wall clock in the living room, the hands will click without moving once.

Jingmu took a look.

It's seven o'clock at night now.

Just looking at the sky, I really can't recognize it.

Jing Mu slid the wheelchair, wandering aimlessly.

Every inch of the corridor was covered with a reddish-brown carpet, which was a bit difficult for a wheelchair to walk on.

Jing Mu struggled to slide his arms manually, walked through the magnificent corridor, and entered a room with an open door.

After walking a short distance, Jing Mu's arms were sore that he was dying.

He sighed and shook his hands: "It's better to use an electric wheelchair."

This seems to be a study room, carefully packed books are displayed in the bookcase, and the huge table has become the most conspicuous subject in this room.

Built-in shelves hold numerous trophies and certificates on display.

Jingmu took a closer look.

Most of them are GUBG-related competition trophies, as well as certificates such as personal MVP.

All are popular.

But there's something in the corner that stands out from the rest.

Jing Mu stood up on one leg and took the things in his hands.

The glass box is very dazzling, and there are many precious stones on the black frame that I don't know whether it is real or fake.

Jingmu looked in, inside the transparent glass box, there was a carefully polished...

Corn on the cob?

Jingmu frowned.

What kind of aesthetic is this?Such a beautiful glass box is used to put a corn cob that has been eaten?

Jing Mu took out the corn cobs.

It is found that the corn cobs seem to have been specially treated. The surface is not rough, but very smooth and delicate.

Hold it up to the light, and it still glows with a faint luster.

Jingmu took it in his hand and turned it around. What is this corn cob for?

Keep it so precious?

The size and thickness of the corn cob is just right for Jingmu to grasp with one hand.

The smooth touch and this size made Jing Mu's mind go crazy.

This can't be... a prop for self-comfort, right? ? ?

Jing Mu took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the corn on the cob, and then quickly stuffed the thing back into the transparent glass box.

He opened WeChat and sent a message to Shengxing.

Tree: This thing, for self-comfort?

Exiting the study, Shengxing has not responded to the message, Jingmu began to feel bored.

Randomly flipping through the phone, he found that the Rainbow app had been updated, and a function that allowed him to see the distance between his list friends and himself had been updated.

Jingmu opens the 1 dialog box.

I thought that the distance between the other party and myself would not be too far, but unexpectedly, it was surprisingly far away.

Jing Mu counted the numbers in the distance calculation, one, two, three...

This must not be the distance across half of the country of the motherland?

0: Are you not in the capital?Why are we so far apart?Is the app wrong?

Half an hour passed.

1 replied.

1: Absent, working abroad.

0: Oh.

After a simple sentence, 1 disappeared, and Jingmu never heard from him again.

Just as Jing Mu was about to put down his phone, Sheng Xing replied a WeChat message.

He couldn't help sighing, did the two of them discuss the news?One disappears and another picks up?

Shenxing: Did you use him to comfort yourself?

Jing Mu frowned.

Talking with 1 is as easy and pleasant as talking with Shengxing is tiring.

1 is an intimate man who doesn't talk nonsense, and Shengxing is a naive and long-winded man.

Tree: Isn't that what you use?

Shenxing: Why should I use it?

Tree: Because you are 0?

Shenxing: Did you misunderstand me?If you have it, you should use it.

Tree: ...How is it possible?

Shenxing: How is it impossible?

Tree: Is this corn on the cob really self-comforting?

Shenxing: No.

Tree: What is that?

Shenxing: You don't know?

Tree: I don't know.

Shenxing: This is the corn cob you gnawed on.

After reading this sentence, Jing Mu was a little autistic.

He regretted saying that the corn on the cob was a self-soothing prop.

Now that I know the truth, I always feel like Jingmu once licked a self-comforting prop with his upper mouth.

Jing Mu sighed, and threw all the thoughts that were not suitable for children out of his mind.

A sentence back.

Tree: Are you sick?Why do you have to polish the corn cobs I've eaten so delicately?

Jing Mu's mind is a little confused, and his three views have collapsed.

He opened the Rainbow app without any hassle, and in the dialog box of 1, he complained.

0: ah ah ah ah ah, I'm crazy!

0: Have you ever seen someone collect the remains of other people's food and make it into a work of art for a long time?Still collecting it like a baby, isn't this really abnormal?

0: I feel creepy thinking about it now!

As soon as the message was sent, Jingmu heard someone walking outside the house.

It sounds like the sound of high heels.

In the huge house, Jingmu was the only one in the living room, and Sebas, who was standing next to him, had gone somewhere.

The dim light and the extremely tranquil environment made Jingmu feel a chill down his spine.

He looked towards the source of the sound, but found that there was no one there, only the sound of high heels getting closer.

Jing Mu's hair stood on end, and he wanted to call out loudly but felt something pat him on the shoulder.

"Is it Mumu?"

Jing Mu screamed silently, fled from the wheelchair in fright, and fled on one foot.

In a daze, he looked back and saw a familiar face.

It was Wu Meiyun's face.

"What's the matter, Mumu?"

Jing Mu took a deep breath, took a few breaths, finally pulled out a smiling face, and did not speak easily.

According to common sense, Wu Meiyun shouldn't think that he is the "Mumu" of that women's clothing, right?

Why was she called Mumu when she first came up?

Probably because Jingmu didn't answer for a long time, so Wu Meiyun was a little unsteady: "I didn't recognize the wrong person, did I?"

"This looks like Mumu, why did you hurt your foot? Is it serious?"

Jing Mu hesitated for a while, and made a trade-off between the female voice and the male voice.

Finally, he said in a male voice, "I'm sorry, Auntie, I'm actually a boy."

The facts have already been known by Shengxing, so Jingmu has no need to lie to Wu Meiyun again.

"Let me just say, it really is a boy. I felt a bit like you when I first saw you."

Wu Meiyun was not angry, but smiled happily.

Jing Mu was confused, and asked in surprise: "Auntie, aren't you angry? I pretended to be a girl to lie to you."

Wu Meiyun immediately waved her hand: "Auntie, don't be angry, I don't have any requirements for boys and girls, I just hope you can get along well with Shengxing."

Jing Mu was suddenly moved.

Moved by the genuine concern from the stranger who had been deceived by him, tears welled up in his eyes, and it took Jing Mu a lot of effort to block them back.

Wu Meiyun pushed Jingmu's wheelchair a little further in and asked.

"Speaking of which, Mumu, why are you here? I talked to Shengxing on the phone today and said that I won't be returning to China until a week later. You can see no one here now."

Jing Mu focused on the last few words with a high tone, and immediately refused: "I didn't come to see him."

"Ah, sorry Auntie."

After finishing speaking, Jing Mu realized that his tone was a bit too decisive, as if he was very reluctant.

As soon as the topic changed, he came back again.

"What I mean is that I was invited by Shengxing to recuperate. As you can see, it is really inconvenient for me to live alone."

Jing Mu pointed to his feet while talking.

"It seems that my son has learned to love his wife." Wu Meiyun's tone was high.

Jing Mu quickly grasped the point, and immediately refused: "Auntie, it's not my wife, what do I have with him..."

Before she finished speaking, Wu Meiyun interrupted, wondering: "What's the matter? Do wives still have sex?"

Jingmu was at a loss for words.

Turning the real focus to the back of the mind, the focus is really on whether the wife is gender-neutral.

It took a long time to come back to God.

"Of course it doesn't matter, but I'm not Shengxing's wife."

Wu Meiyun waved her hand innocuously, her face full of joy: "Don't worry, I think it will be sooner or later."

Jing Mu knew that his explanation was a bit incomplete, so he wanted to add.

But Wu Meiyun got the right to speak first: "Stop talking, I'm just here to get something, the driver is still waiting for me outside, I'll come to play with you another day, Mumu."

After finishing speaking, Wu Meiyun hurried upstairs.

Two days later.

If some time ago, I asked Jingmu what it was like to wake up on a two-meter-wide bed every day, Jingmu's first reaction was absolutely exhilarating.

But at this moment, Jing Mu's face is full of lovelessness.

This is the third day of living in Shengxing's house.

Every day, Jing Mu woke up from the two-meter-wide noble bed, and then climbed to the edge of the bed with one foot, and then sat on the wheelchair in great torment.

This process is extremely difficult.

Jingmu is not good at yelling for help, so he can only rely on himself.

After sighing deeply, Jing Mu sat up from the big bed, and was about to throw off the quilt to fight against it.

The door clicked open.

"Oh...my dear brother, how are you doing?"

……

Jing Mu thought that a person who had escaped from a mental hospital came in through the door, but when he looked up, he found that it was Jing Yao.

He picked up his phone and checked the time.

08: 30.

Jing Yao called last night to say that she would come to see him, but she didn't expect to come so early.

Jing Mu threw the phone aside, lifted his foot, and then rolled several times in a row, rolling to the edge of the bed.

"Sister, did you hit your head when you went out?"

Jing Yao stretched out her index finger and shook it left and right: "NO, NO, NO."

"You don't understand, being in such a royal place, I can't help but assume the role."

Jing Mu was uncomfortable with the strange tone of voice, and he was about to speak.

Another woman broke into the room, with the long brown hair of Hermione's taco style, and her clothes perfectly interpreted what is called British retro style.

Who is this?

Jing Yao said: "This is me, Li Xiaoyu. I just took her to try on bridesmaid dresses, so I brought her here now."

Jing Mu nodded, and said decently: "Can you go out first?"

"I want to change clothes."

Jing Yao nodded, pulled Li Xiaoyu and wanted to leave, but Li Xiaoyu turned around and said, "Ah, that, sorry, can I shoot here? I'm a camera enthusiast, and I especially like the retro style of England."

The corners of Jingmu's clothes were all turned up, and he really didn't have the heart to spend it, so he said a few perfunctory words: "Please do what you want."

When Jing Mu got dressed and went downstairs.

Li Xiaoyu was still patting non-stop, while Jing Yao was sitting on the sofa, not so excited, like a lady.

Jing Mu slid the wheelchair across to her, "Sister, have you chosen the wedding dress yet?"

"almost."

"The wedding date has been changed. I was afraid that it would be inconvenient for you to get hurt, so I put it in a month later."

Jingmu nodded.

"The deadline has become longer again, Mumu, you have to bring someone back to show me?"

"Or, do you already have a partner now?"

Jing Yao tested with a smile.

Jing Mu picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip tentatively, and finally wrinkled his bitter eyes and nose together.

"Where is the object?"

"Isn't this the owner of the house? When I entered the door, I heard the man in the housekeeper's uniform say that you are Madam."

Jing Mu frowned, knowing that it must be Sebastian.

"He's talking nonsense."

After finishing speaking, Li Xiaoyu asked in a low voice: "Well, can I publish these photos on the Internet? It's not for making money."

Jing Mu didn't speak, but Jing Yao spoke first: "Of course."

"Mumu, your partner shouldn't mind, right?"

Jing Mu took a deep breath: "I said it, I don't have a partner."

"Oh, then your lover shouldn't mind, right?" Jing Yao put it another way.

"Sister, he is a man, how could he be a lover?" Jing Mu lost his patience, and his tone was a little impatient.

"Oh, then your husband won't mind?"

Jing Mu took a deep breath to prevent himself from being turned into a puffer fish.

Forget it, don't care about people who are about to get married.

After sending Jing Yao away, Jing Mu went into the study.

Use the computer in the study to log into the GUBG game account.

He hasn't played the game for a long time, and he doesn't know whether the popularity is online or not.

After Jingmu went online and glanced at the list, the other party's avatar was off.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Shengxing.

Tree: Are you playing games?

During the waiting period, Jingmu was not idle, and started a live broadcast on the platform.

Because it has not been broadcast for too long, the number of followers in the live broadcast room has dropped by more than half.

But that's good, it's less of a burden.

"Hello? Good morning everyone?" Jing Mu said hello to the barrage in the live broadcast room.

[Wow, anchor, I thought you would never broadcast live again? 】

"Sorry, I was a little busy."

[How do you have time now? 】

"Because my leg fell." Jing Mu replied simply.

The barrage caught the point.

【Why?what happened?Anchor, did you and your brother Jingmu break their legs at the same time? 】

[Is this too unbelievable?Have you ever seen someone who caught a cold together? Have you ever seen someone who broke a leg together? 】

[I have a terrible idea, could it be that Mumu is Jingmu?Voice is a voice changer? 】

The author has something to say: there should be a side story about corn on the cob when it ends.

Cleaning up today, I haven't finished writing [-].

明天给大家补上，李小鱼的照片还有一波用处。感谢在2021-05-0420:28:11~2021-05-0521:01:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!