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

Qin Xiao took away the phone, glanced at the number suspiciously, and changed his expression.

"Excuse me, are you Jingmu's manager? I don't know what Jingmu's latest schedule is. Our program is just planning a new episode. I would like to ask if there is any chance to invite Mr. Jingmu as a guest?"

Seeing Qin Xiao's surprised expression, Jing Mu wanted to get off the sofa and sit in a wheelchair.

But when he just got up straight, Sheng Sheng grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

Jing Mu turned his head to look at Sheng Xing, the angry questioning on his lips stopped and did not go out, he made a sharp turn, and said in a yin and yang tone.

"Mr. Sheng, haven't you had enough revenge just now?"

Jing Mu knew that what he did in the past was too much, and that he deserved to be punished, but it doesn't mean that everything should be influenced by prevailing, right?

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes, his eyes were full of determination, without the slightest dodge.

Sheng Xing's eyes suddenly darkened in front of him, as if surprised, mixed with disappointment.

"You think I just took revenge on you?"

Jing Mu listened to Sheng Sheng's every word, and replied almost without thinking about it.

"It's not revenge, what is it?"

Could it be that she really likes him?

Jingmu didn't believe it, everything that Shengxing said was false, let's not mention it for now.

If Shengxing really liked him, he wouldn't have been hurt at all just now in front of everyone.

The air was silent for two seconds, and the prevailing disappointment was suddenly swept away. His expression was cold, and he lowered his voice: "Well, it's revenge."

"So, you have to be ready."

Jing Mu's gaze lightly swept over Sheng Sheng's face, and the brown-black pupils of the other party made people feel chills down their backs.

"What else do you want to do?"

Jing Mu took a breath of cold air.

He has absolutely no handle on Sheng Sheng, on the contrary, Sheng Sheng has all his loopholes in his hands.

Like a dam whose life and death are controlled by the prevailing, as long as the other party is willing, he can pierce any patch of any hole at any time.

The torrential river will also rush down the dam like a rainstorm, and Jingmu's acting career will stop there.

"Look at my mood."

The prevailing hair was a little messy, but it didn't affect the strength of his speech in the slightest.

Jing Mu was a little tired from the pressure, and there was no gain in the slightest support to stand up straight.

In the end, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "I will listen to my brother's arrangements, so can my brother take revenge with a lighter hand?"

Prevailing did not speak.

The air was silent for a few more seconds, Qin Xiao hung up the phone, walked up to Jingmu and said.

"The director team of "The More Challenging, the Younger" said that they want to invite you to be a guest of the new program, and the time is one week later, will you participate?"

Jing Mu frowned, confirmed that he had heard correctly several times, and then slowly answered: "Go."

"Didn't you say that this program has the highest ratings? Of course I will go."

As soon as the words fell, Sheng Xing, who was sitting beside him, looked even more serious: "No, your feet are not good."

Qin Xiao: "I have already said hello. The program team said that there is no special task. This program is to record everyone going to the countryside to play."

"Everyone? Anyone else?" Prevail's focus was a bit skewed.

"There must be someone else." Jing Mu replied instead of Qin Xiao.

The prevailing air pressure was a little lower, and I emphasized it again: "Then you can't go."

Jing Mu turned his head, not understanding why.

Qin Xiao saw through everything, covered his mouth and added with a grin: "Mr. Sheng, don't worry, Jingmu will not be taken away by others, and the program team invited you."

In the next second, Feng Xing, who was originally refusing, immediately changed his words.

"Then go."

noon.

It turned out that Jingmu was supposed to go home for dinner with Shengxing, but Shengxing didn't finish his work, so he didn't go back.

Jing Mu was pushed by Qin Xiao, and went to the company cafeteria to eat first.

Jing Mu bought a piece of grilled sausage, so he found a seat and sat down, while Qin Xiao went to help with cooking.

The aroma of the food hits the face and gets into the nasal cavity, making people drool.

Jing Mu's grilled sausages became more and more delicious, and his mouth was full of oil.

Looking at the crowds of people coming and going, everyone eats different meals, but the similarity is that everyone holds two bags of blue milk in their hands.

Qin Xiao returned with two plates of food and two bags of milk in his hand.

Jing Mu took the milk in his hand and squeezed it casually, it felt good.

"Sister Qin Xiao, did you deliver the milk?"

He guessed.

Qin Xiao nodded immediately: "Well, it is delivered every day, and the packaging pattern on it is different every day."

Listening to Qin Xiao's words, Jing Mu smoothed out the wrinkled milk, and finally found that there was indeed a pattern in the center of the milk.

A meticulously dressed prevailing in a suit.

Jing Mu almost sprayed rice.

Why is this man so haunted?Appear even after drinking milk?

"Sister Qin Xiao, um, is printing popular today?"

Qin Xiao nodded: "Normal, the president has been banned a lot before."

This milk is really fancy too.

Jing Mu looked at the packaging and laughed a few times.

Looking at the bamboo stick that had just finished eating the sausage, Jing Mu picked it up.

Finally, I had an idea and used a bamboo stick to pierce two holes in the package.

The first hole was pierced on the left side of Shengxing's chest, and the second hole was pierced on the right side of Shengxing's chest.

That's right, it's the location of the two red things on the chest.

After Jingmu was finished, he smirked at the packaging for a long time.

"What are you doing?" Qin Xiao leaned over and asked.

Jing Mu took the soup bowl he had just finished drinking, and squeezed the milk sharply.

The milk slowly flew out from Shengxing's chest, and it flew quite far, grabbing Jingmu's hand.

Qin Xiao, who was sitting on the other side, was rolling forward and backward with laughter.

The strength in Jing Mu's hand has never been relaxed, let alone the smile on his face.

So relieved.

"You have today too." Jing Mu smiled and muttered to the milk bag in his hand.

"say what?"

But a voice came slowly from behind Jing Mu, the voice was very familiar, Jing Mu reacted for a while.

Turning his head, he saw the person on the milk bag.

He stopped immediately and took the two small holes in the milk bag into his mouth.

"Nothing." He said vaguely.

Shengxing moved closer and lowered his voice: "Really?"

"Is the milk good?"

Jing Mu didn't reply but just nodded wildly.

Come back home.

Jing Muyuan thought that going home would be a blink of an eye, but unexpectedly it was such a torment.

Not because of anything else, just the carton of milk given to him by Feng Xing was enough to suffocate him.

"What's the matter? Don't you like drinking my milk in a special way?" Shengxing asked with a smile.

Looking down at a box of bagged milk with popular patterns printed on his lap, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

I can only bite the bullet and reply: "Yes, I really like drinking."

He could see that Sheng Xing did it on purpose.

I guess he knew about his art on milk packaging when he was in the cafeteria, right?

"Actually, there are even better ones." Shengxing chuckled softly, and every tone of his breath touched people's heartstrings.

The root of the fungus became red immediately.

They are all men, so he won't understand.

Arrived at the destination.

Aunt Mei has been waiting in front of the door for a long time.

Jing Mu opened the car door, trying to use Aunt Mei's hand to sit in the wheelchair, but was stopped by a person striding forward.

Before his fingers touched Aunt Mei, he was hugged by Sheng Xing.

Go straight to the house.

Labor is for nothing, not for nothing, Jing Mu lay in Sheng Xing's arms with peace of mind.

Aunt Mei followed closely into the living room: "Mr. Sheng, I'll help you tidy up the bedroom."

Jing Mu turned over on the sofa, and when he turned around, he heard Sebastian say in confusion: "Aunt Mei, Mr. Sheng and Mrs. Sheng have such a good relationship, they must be living in the same room. It seems that there is no need to clean up."

The question Sebas asked was simple and deadly.

Shengxing didn't speak, but Jingmu was worried, he didn't want to sleep in the same room with Shengxing, what if the other party woke up in the middle of the night to retaliate against him?

It was too late to call for help.

"Clean it up, let me live in the cleaned room, and Mumu and Shengxing will live together."

A female voice sounded slowly.

Jing Mu jumped up from the sofa, maintaining the most basic etiquette.

The person who came was Wu Meiyun in a black dress.

Jing Mu subconsciously wanted to stand up and say hello, but was quickly stopped by Wu Meiyun, who was stepping on high heels.

"Oh, my little darling, your feet hurt when you sit and sit. Listen to Auntie and don't move."

Wu Meiyun's concern made the corners of Jingmu's mouth rise slightly, making people happy from the bottom of their hearts.

"Auntie, I'm fine, my feet don't hurt anymore."

"Maybe the plaster cast can be removed by going for a reexamination tomorrow."

Jing Mu's tone was cheerful, like a little sun.

Wu Meiyun smiled and said: "Okay, then Auntie will stay here tonight and go to the hospital with you that day."

Sheng Xing who is ignored seems to be a transparent person, who is his real son?

Jing Mu looked at Sheng Xing's dark expression, and changed the subject: "Auntie, are you here to see President Sheng?"

Wu Meiyun: "Why call Mr. Sheng, don't be so polite."

What's the name if it's not Mr. Sheng?

For a moment, Jing Mu's mind flashed countless titles, some and some.

prevalent?elder brother?Brother Shengxing?Brother Sheng?Okay bro?husband?wife?President's father?Boss?

Jing Mu shook his head, driving the strange vocabulary out of his mind.

But Wu Meiyun patted his hand, moved to Jingmu's ear, and whispered, "You can call him by his nickname..."

After listening to Wu Meiyun's words, the smile on the corner of Jing Mu's mouth widened, almost shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

"I see, then I'll call him that from now on."

Night falls.

The night outside the window is tantalizing several times, like the body of a beautiful woman filled with fragrance, or like the handsome face of a handsome man.

Jingmu has lived on his side for a long time, and he is not familiar with living in the master bedroom during this time.

The gurgling sound of water in the bathroom, and the water droplets splashed on the frosted glass door from time to time, can be clearly seen by the scenery.

He was paralyzed on the ridiculously large bed, his expression was calm and calm, but his heart was indescribably nervous.

I don't know what to be nervous about.

The sound of the air conditioner was running, and Jing Mu suddenly missed his small rental house, eating takeaway and playing games in the rental house, not to mention how happy he was.

just now……

Jing Mu looked at the blurred white space in the frosted glass door of the bathroom, and began to think wildly.

What if Shengxing took revenge on him while he was asleep at night?

Maybe just paint bastards on the face?

And maybe a few more bites?

Or is it a hard beating?

Anyway, it won't really kill him, right?

If he was allowed to die on the bed, wouldn't Shengfeng be imprisoned tomorrow?

I don't know if it's because I've watched too many dramas recently, and Jingmu's imagination has become more and more unrealistic, and it can't even be hooked with reality.

With a click, the bathroom door swung open.

Jing Mu couldn't help but think of the incident that Lu Fu was almost submerged in before.

Today, it won't be prevalent, and you want to stage that drama today, right?

Jing Mu sat up from the bed, concentrated his attention on guard, geared up, and prepared to bring Sheng Xing down before he attacked him.

"what are you thinking?"

Jing Mu listened to Sheng Xing's words, and his brain hole was lightly pointed forward with his finger.

Afterwards, Jing Mu lay flat on the bed again.

Ridiculously weak, when did his limbs become so weak?

Could it be that Fengxing drugged today's meals, and he had planned in advance to live in a room?

Just to get revenge on him tonight?

The more Jing Mu thought about it, the more frightened he became, his eyes flicked back and forth on Sheng Xing's body.

Shengxing has a good figure. Although he doesn't have a muscular eight-pack, he always has a six-pack. The mermaid line extending down is beautiful and smooth, and the muscle lines are full of strength.

There are still crystal clear drops of water hanging on the seductive muscles, and they are slowly flowing down in response to the opponent's movements.

In the blink of an eye, Shengxing has already arrived in front of Jingmu, and the distance is getting closer.

The other party was at a high place, Jing Mu's face still had drops of water from the other party's body from time to time, and finally was blown onto the bed by prevailing breath.

The other party's eyes looked back and forth at Jing Mu. Although he didn't repel him very much, Jing Mu couldn't help but think of Lu Fu.

The prevalence is getting closer and closer, and the distance is getting shorter and shorter.

Jing Mu panicked terribly, not knowing whether Sheng Xing wanted to hit him or what.

The beating speed of the heart is getting bigger and bigger, and I can't control it.

Because of inconvenient legs and nowhere to escape, Jing Mu finally couldn't bear it any longer, and yelled out a sentence: "Sheng Gouwa! You give me enough time!"

Day two.

When Jing Mu got up, he had two big dark circles under his eyes. He didn't fall asleep all night last night.

Not because of anything else, but because of popular revenge on him.

"Did you sleep well? Do you still have the strength to scream?" Sheng Xing asked with a smile.

Jingmu barked all night last night, and now his voice is hoarse.

"What's Mumu's name?" Wu Meiyun asked.

The author has something to say: Of course it is □□ (strike out) screaming on the bed.

So why did Mr. Sheng punish him? Hahahahahahaha~

When I started my nickname, I saw a gadget on Baidu.

According to this, Shengxing (5.21) should be called Big Butt Hahahahahahaha, and Mumu (6.6) should be called Shoukeng.

I laughed silly.

The following is from Baidu.

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日期:1.芳2.妮3.剩4娣5.球6.坑7根8.岁9娃10.毛11.歪12.姑13.英14.妹15.肥16.霞17.河18.虎19.花20.凤21.腚22.村23.蛋24.妞，25.木26.翠27.爱28.财29.头30.胖31.发