Aunt Qiao boiled ginger tea for Song Jiming to ward off the cold, and after he drank it, he still caught a cold the next day.

Although Song Jiming was sick, he still got up early in the morning.

In the changing room, the man looked at himself in a wheelchair in the mirror heavily, and his thoughts were complicated.

For a long time, he had forgotten what it was like to walk......

After a long silence, the man picked up a set of clothes on the table and controlled the wheelchair out of the room.

He handed over the clothes to Aunt Jean Qiao and asked her to send the skirt to Shu Yao.

Aunt Qiao took the clothes, turned around, and saw a neatly dressed girl coming.

This is the first time since Shu Yao came here that he got up so early.

Aunt Qiao was surprised.

Shu Yao saw the old man, called him "Aunt Qiao", and then walked to the man's side, leaning over to look at his forehead.

"Good man, how are you? Does it still hurt? ”

I'm afraid that a cold will infect her.

Song Jiming put his big hand on her forehead and pushed the girl who was close to him away before he spoke, "It doesn't hurt." ”

"I'm diligent today."

His voice is low and hoarse, and the tail note is crisp and sultry, which makes people's ears itch.

Shu Jiao was fluttering by his heart, touched his forehead, smiled stupidly, and didn't notice his abnormality.

"Eh, good man, are you going out?"

The girl stared at his clothes and asked suspiciously, "Why are you wearing a suit?" ”

Song Jiming is at home, and his clothes are mainly casual at home, but today he is wearing a black suit, which makes her mistakenly think that he is going out to work.

Hearing the girl's question, the man's eyes flashed strangely, he looked at the lychee red skirt on her body, and said in a deep voice: "You go and change the skirt in Aunt Qiao's hand." ”

Shu Yao glanced at the clothes in Aunt Qiao's hand for some reason, she picked them up, gestured in front of him, and said with disgust: "Why do you let me wear black?" It's ugly. ”

"Be obedient, go and put it on."

I don't know what he means, Shu Yao can only do as he is told, go back to the room and change his clothes.

Long black skirt and black shoes.

Shu Yao brushed her hair and turned around in the mirror, a little dissatisfied.

People who attend funerals wear clothes like this, and who usually wears clothes of such a mourning color.

Suddenly, a thought came to her, and she paused.

Song Jiming's mother has passed away, could it be that today is her sacrifice day, so he will let her wear it like this?

It's not unreasonable to say that.

In order to find out the reason for the matter, Shu Yao checked on the Internet, and unfortunately found that there was not much information about Song Jiming's mother on the Internet.

She could only wait to see if the man would take her to the cemetery before she could solve her doubts.

"I've changed it."

Shu Yao stood in front of the man and asked him to look at himself.

Song Jiming smiled mildly and nodded.

Aunt Qiao prepared breakfast and came over to call them.

"Young Master Ming, Miss Shu, let's eat."

"Here we go."

Hearing the meal, Shu Yao's eyes lit up, and he pushed the man to go to the restaurant quickly.

Aunt Qiao saw that the girl was pushing so fast, and said uncomfortably in the back: "Shu Yao, slow down." ”

"Got it."

The days seem to go back to the past, and this familiar scene makes Shu Yao feel a little happy.

If she can live a peaceful life forever, she is willing not to leave and stay with him all the time.

But how can life have so many wishes.

Especially in a wealthy family, whether you want to or not, you will always be drawn into a war without gunpowder.

After breakfast, Song Jiming sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window as usual and read the documents.

Shu Yao was by his side.

It's just that this time she didn't sit on the floor, but on a stool.

Since she always likes to sit on the ground, Song Jiming was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he specially asked someone to lay out a carpet and buy a new set of tables next to him for her to use.

Not only that, Song Jiming also applied for her a social software account, so that she could find someone to chat with when she was fine.

Of course, the only friends in this account are Aunt Qiao and Song Jiming.

Aunt Qiao, she didn't dare to mess with.

Shu Yao looked at the avatar of the man in the friend list, and quietly raised his eyes to look at the man who was working seriously opposite, with a wicked smile on his little face, holding the mouse and clicking on the dialog box, and sending him an expression.

Song Jiming was reading the document, and when he heard the sound of the special concern sounded in the system, he knew who sent the message.

He quietly clicked on the flashing avatar, and there was only a smiling expression in the message box.

Immature.

The man hooked the corners of his lips and gave her a childish smile back.

He was willing to interact with himself, and the girl was happy at once.

She clumsily typed on the keyboard and sent him two words.

In not?

She has an IQ of only three and a half years old, and her literacy is limited, so she can't send too much, otherwise it will cause suspicion.

Song Jiming glanced at it and replied to her "not there".

Face-to-face communication through the Internet makes the girls find it very interesting.

She loves the game.

Shu Yao was struggling to find the emoji that replied to him, and suddenly there was a system prompt below.

Someone added her as a friend.

Shu Yao clicked on the news, and a person with the online name "Internet Marriage Line" added her.

The avatar is an endless sea.

Gender: Male, the location is West City.

On the premise of not asking the man, Shu Yao agreed without authorization.

She thought, anyway, she was a fool, and when Song Jiming questioned her in the future, she didn't know what to do.

After the friend passed, the other party quickly sent her an expression, Shu Yao hesitated, and also gave him a reply.

After that, "Internet Marriage" didn't send her a message back, and Shu Yao thought he was gone, so he turned to find a harassing man.

Song Jiming focused on his work and did not forget to reply to the girl.

When the two were chatting back and forth with emojis, the "online marriage thread" suddenly began to send her messages.

The girl clicked on the dialog box and was stunned.

The man said, "I know who you are."

Shu Jiao was a little uneasy in her heart, and when she was wondering who the other party was and what her purpose was, the person sent her another message.

This message sent chills down her spine.

He said: Don't tell the man opposite, don't delete me.

How did he know that there was a man sitting in front of him?

Shu Yao swallowed nervously, pretended to wipe the dirt on the computer screen, and covered the camera with his thumb.

The avatar of "Internet Marriage" jumped again.

This time the message made the girl feel deep fear.

He said: It's useless to cover the camera.

Immediately afterwards, he sent another message: I am not from Yansen, nor is I from Fiji.

At this moment, Shu Yao clearly felt her heartbeat, and her head banged and buzzed.

The other party knows about Yansen and Fiji, which means that he knows the secret of pretending to be stupid.

Who the hell is he?

How would he know that the person using this number was her?

How could the account that Song Jiming applied for her be easily found?

Isn't the other party's identity worse than Song Jiming, or is he a more powerful hacker than Yan Sen's department?

Shu Miao withdrew his hand stupidly, and kept thinking about the people who had crossed paths in the past.

At this time, the other party disappeared again, as if intent on stimulating her.