Why can't the main male protagonist get rid of it?

When Ye Xingze received a call from Zhang Ningfeng, he just woke up and was still lying in bed. The phone was placed casually, and when it rang, he put it to his ear without even looking at it. Who is the president now.

But Zhang Ningfeng has actually helped him with many things. For a list, Zhang Ningfeng handled it first, contacted him, and then reported to Ye Xingze after everything was sorted out.

While brushing his teeth, Ye Xingze wondered when Zhang Ningfeng could fall in love and waste his energy on work.

When we arrived at the appointed coffee shop, Zhang Ningfeng sent another message: Mr. Li from Tianjing Technology will go with me, you should have something to eat when you get there, we will go there later, and then we can talk about work directly.

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Originally, they planned to chat while eating at the coffee shop. Although Ye Xingze was the only one eating and Zhang Ningfeng was only in charge of talking, but if there were guests, Ye Xingze would not enjoy his meal. Zhang Ningfeng obviously knew him very well.

Ye Xingze curled his lips, waved and called the waiter, and ordered two refreshments.

The waiter was wearing a black and white work uniform, but Ye Xingze followed the direction of the waiter and saw a person who shouldn't be here.

Mu Xihe ordered a cup of coffee by himself, and sat obliquely behind Ye Xingze, holding a magazine in his hand. In the coffee shop, there was a magazine rack next to each table.

Ye Xingze glanced at the magazine shelf next to his seat. It was the kind of entertainment tabloid that reported gossip and anecdotes about real and fake celebrities, but it didn't look like the type that Mu Xihe would be interested in.

And Mu Xihe probably doesn't like drinking coffee.

So what is he hiding?

Did you follow me?But he didn't remember telling Mu Xihe that he would come here.

Ye Xingze pointed at the table, picked up his phone and sent a WeChat message to Zhang Ningfeng. The note on the top was still plain "Zhang Ningfeng": Let's chat in another place, and you take Mr. Li to my office.

Usually, he and Zhang Ningfeng had a lot of contact on WeChat, so Ye Xingze changed it back again. As for the address book, because he didn't use it often, he didn't change it.

Zhang Ningfeng: Okay, then hurry up.

Ye Xingze waited for 3 minutes, but Mu Xihe had no intention of withdrawing, so Ye Xingze sent another message to Zhang Ningfeng: You call me now and say that you can't come due to something, and make an appointment another day.

Zhang Ningfeng:? ? ?

Although Zhang Ningfeng expressed his incomprehension, the call came quickly. Ye Xingze was taken aback when he saw "Xia Jingcheng" on the screen, and vaguely knew why Mu Xihe came.

Ye Xingze pretended to go out to answer the phone, and when he passed by Mu Xihe, he found a pair of earphones hanging on Mu Xihe's ears.

When he came back again, Mu Xihe was no longer in sight.

So it's not WeChat, it's phone calls.

Ye Xingze finished his tea slowly, his eyes were full of understanding.

When I arrived at the company, I happened to meet Mr. Li of Tianjing Technology sitting in his office. He looked only 25 years old, very young. Zhang Ningfeng had already talked about the investment matter. After talking for half an hour, Mr. Li said He wanted to take Ye Xingze to the company to have a look.

According to the information provided by Zhang Ningfeng, this Tianjing Technology was established by a group of young people. The young people have ideas and motivation, but there is no financial support, so the things they develop can only be sold, not branded. It took a year or two for the company's logo to be reckless before it began to seek investment.

Ye Xingze visited the company's technical room. A few young people were immersed in their work, typing on the keyboard. Mr. Li took away the instant noodle bucket on the nearest table with some embarrassment, "Mr. Ye, wait a minute, I'll call technical director."

After 2 minutes, Chief Li came out a thin man, wearing black and blue overalls, he looked in his early twenties, handsome, and about the same height as Ye Xingze. President Li introduced, "This is Director Xia Weixia, High-achieving students, responsible for technical aspects."

Xia Wei's height and appearance are very intimidating, but as soon as he opens his mouth, he can find that this is a shy boy, "Mr. Ye is good."

"Director Xia," Ye Xingze nodded, thought for a while, and handed over his mobile phone, "Can you help me check if there is any problem with this phone?"

Xia Wei didn't feel surprised, just now Mr. Li told him that this is a big client and asked him to explain it carefully, but he was not good at words, and he was a little worried, worried that he would be pornographic, but this Mr. Ye came up and asked him Xia Wei just thought that the technical problem was Ye Xingze's test. Facing what he was good at, Xia Wei immediately regained his confidence.

He picked up Ye Xingze's cell phone, and within 10 minutes, he discovered that there was a monitoring trap, but this trap was very hidden, Xia Wei needed some time.

"How long will it take?" Ye Xingze asked after getting the news without accident.

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon, six o'clock at the latest, and I can find out the problem." Hearing Ye Xingze's calm tone, Xia Wei was even more sure that this was a test, and he was definitely involved.

Ye Xingze nodded, "Excuse me."

Mu Xihe is learning how to weave a scarf following the tutorial. It's almost Chinese New Year, and he wants to give it to Ye Xingze as a New Year's gift. Recently, weaving scarves has become popular. Mu Xihe also ordered a scarf weaving artifact, which was used for fighting in previous lives. I was winding the wire carefully, and when I was doing something, the time passed so fast.

Mu Xihe rubbed his eyes, stared at one place for a long time, and then looked at other places with some phantoms. Mu Xihe closed his eyes and slowed down, thinking about what else to give besides the scarf.

"...Mr. Ye, you see, the problem is the weather app," Xia Wei said, pointing to the data, "on the surface it is a weather forecast app, but in fact there is a layer of code hidden underneath, as long as the weather forecast app Running in the background, you can listen to your phone calls."

"Is it a problem with the app itself?" Ye Xingze asked.

"No, I tried to download this software too, but only yours has the monitoring function," Xia Wei said, "Didn't you download it through a regular software store?"

"Well," Ye Xingze basically locked on to Mu Xihe, and didn't say anything more, but his mood was a little complicated, "Are there other functions besides monitoring?"

"No, only monitoring, but if you add two more lines of code, you can also control the phone's camera."

...Should he thank Mu Xihe for not doing this.

"Mr. Ye, do you need me to help you deal with it?" Xia Wei realized that this was not only a test for Ye Xingze, and Ye Xingze acted like he never knew about it, so he asked, "Since you downloaded it, this string of codes has been Follow the APP to the inside of the phone, just uninstalling the APP is not enough.”

"Let's just stay here for now." Ye Xingze is not a person who is only satisfied with stopping the loss, he always has to pay it back. "Director Xia, is it convenient to leave a phone call? There may be something that needs help in the future."

"Yes." Xia Wei reported his mobile phone number, and Ye Xingze filled in the word "Xia" in the remarks column. After Ye Xingze made the remarks, he said to Xia Wei and President Li, "I can add more about the investment, thank you Director Xia did me a favor."

Mr. Li was overjoyed, he wanted to invite Ye Xingze to dinner, and it would be the best if he could sign the contract by the way.

After eating, Ye Xingze received a call from Xia Wei on the way home. He purposely waited for two rings before answering to give Mu Xihe time to react. The word "Xia" was plainly placed on the screen of the phone superior.

It looks much more intimate than "Xia Jingcheng".

"Mr. Ye, your clothes are here."

These words directly exploded in Mu Xihe's ears.

He grabbed his palm and waited for Ye Xingze's reply.

"It's okay, I'll just pick it up next time."

Mu Xihe let go of his hand suddenly, his palm was numb from being pinched by himself, but he couldn't care about it anymore.

He didn't hear anything else on the phone.

Of course, Ye Xingze did this on purpose. Why did Mu Xihe care so much about the name Xia Jingcheng? It's easy to guess the answer.

Ye Xingze doesn't think it's a low-end thing to deal with feelings. He likes to stab someone where it hurts the most. If it doesn't hurt or itch, isn't it for nothing?

Mu Xihe first hid the matter of his rebirth from him, which is understandable, but is the monitoring too much?No one can stand it.

Ye Xingze said that he only said a few words, if Mu Xihe hadn't listened in, he wouldn't have suffered any harm.

Ye Xingze, who felt that he had vented his anger, was finally in a better mood, and then sent WeChat to his assistant, not Zhang Ningfeng, but an ordinary assistant, and asked someone to buy him a new coat, so he could act in a full set.

When he came out of the stairs, he saw a person sitting in front of his door.

There is no cushion, it's winter, just sitting on the ground in front of the door, wearing only a thin sweater, hanging his head, hugging his knees, looking up and seeing Ye Xingze, a little fragility and desperation flashed in his red eyes.

Ye Xingze suddenly felt that he had gone too far.

But seeing the earphones hanging on Mu Xihe's ears, Ye Xingze's little bit of regret disappeared immediately.

"Xihe?" Ye Xingze asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Brother Xingze," Mu Xihe glanced at Ye Xingze's shirt. He was wearing a thick overcoat, but it wasn't the one Ye Xingze was wearing when Mu Xihe followed him at noon. He silently confirmed something. Xihe lowered his eyes again, "My combination lock is out of power, and I didn't bring the key."

"Get up first," Ye Xingze didn't expose Mu Xihe's lie, and pulled him up. His hands were already cold, and Ye Xingze said, "You can call me next time."

"I'm afraid you're busy." Mu Xihe didn't look at Ye Xingze's clothes anymore, only felt it was dazzling, and followed Ye Xingze into the house with his head down.

"Why are you back so late?" Mu Xihe asked softly.

"Working overtime, I'll be late," Ye Xingze led him to sit on the sofa, poured a cup of hot water into Mu Xihe's hand, looked at Mu Xihe's frozen pale face, and suggested, "Do you want to?" Take a hot bath?"

Ye Xingze wanted to see how far Mu Xihe could endure it, so he could give him a chance to explain himself.

"Okay." Mu Xihe glanced at Ye Xingze, with no emotion in his eyes, as if some storm was brewing.

"Have you eaten yet? I'll order takeaway. I have new pajamas in my closet. You can disassemble a set yourself." Ye Xingze was also afraid that something might happen to Mu Xihe, so he called people to take a bath first.

Mu Xihe walked into Ye Xingze's bedroom, looked back at Ye Xingze in the living room, skipped over the neatly packed new pajamas on the wardrobe, picked up one and went into the bathroom.

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