What kind of person is he, it seems that the closer she gets to him, the more different she feels from what she imagined.

Simon turned on the computer, and his computer was in English.

Although Jing Jiaren doesn't understand French, English is average, and some basic things can be understood.

Last time she stole Ximen Longting's computer, she would climb over the wall and enter the Chinese network by herself, and then look up the records——

This time, if you want to enter her personal web page, you have to go over the wall first.

Fortunately, there are very few photos of Jing Meiren and Leng Aofeng, and most of them are with Leng Aofeng, and she will not post the photos on the Internet.

As soon as Jing Jiaren opened her personal homepage, Ximen Longting's hand was on the back of her hand, and she right-clicked on the collection web page.

Jing Jiaren smiled slightly: "What do you save, don't you can't understand Chinese?" ”

"That was before, and now I can understand it."

"What is this for?"

"Details."

"This?"

"I want to leave a message."

"This ......"

"My picture."

Jing Jiaren's heart was crossed by a warm current again, and it was only a matter of time for him to really recognize it.

He is usually so busy, he must have often divided his time to study to learn so quickly......

Simon Longting had already suppressed her hand holding the mouse, and couldn't wait to click on "My Photos". This album is usually password locked, and outsiders cannot access it.

Jing Jiaren smiled: "Don't worry, I'll log in first." ”

His fingers were just about to type when they suddenly stopped...... This homepage turned out to be registered by Leng Aofeng for her!

The username is [jiaren520]

And the password is [yanxuan520]

Jing Jiaren looked at Ximen Longting out of the corner of her eye, and the password computer would be replaced by an * sign, hoping that he would not pay attention to her hand playing the keyboard.

"Why don't you log in?" Simon Longting urged.

"I'm suddenly feeling a little thirsty, can you pour me a glass of water?" She wanted to break him off.

Ximen Longting bit her ear: "Are you afraid that I will secretly remember your password?" ”

"......" Jing Jiaren, "It's not for this reason, I-"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to peek."

"Then you close your eyes."

Jing Jiaren looked sideways at him and really closed it, breathed a sigh of relief, and typed quickly with her fingers. Then, a deep voice sounded muffled above her head:

“y-a-n-x-u-a-n,520。”

"You're not saying you won't peek!"

"When I opened my eyes, it came into my eyes."

"Don't be a scoundrel." Jing Jiaren was speechless.

After a pause, Ximen Longting's face turned cold, he couldn't react to pinyin for a while, but after a while, he spelled out the Chinese character: Yan Xuan.

"You're so distracted? Stepping on two boats, while having Shang Yanxuan, he was also entangled with Leng Lintian. He lowered his voice, and the vinegar in his tone was very strong.

Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip: "This is the personal homepage of the past, it's been a long time, and he applied for the account and password for me at that time, so ......"

Simon Longting was silent, it didn't matter, he would soon make this password his.

Entering the personal homepage, Jing Jiaren found that the last time he logged in was a day 2 months ago.

She hadn't been here for at least half a year - that is, Leng Aofeng had logged in often before she was caught in Simon Manor.

What does he do on her profile?

Jing Jiaren's brain exploded, and he was afraid that Leng Aofeng would leave any information belonging to him that would be detected by Ximen Longting.

"What's wrong?"