After Shu Yao received the news of the success of Yansen's department, his heart finally let go.

She was thanking Yansen for her help, when she suddenly burst into a rough voice and hung up the phone in a hurry.

"What's the situation?"

Shu Yao looked at the phone that hung up and muttered a little in his heart.

However, Yan Sen has always been like this, mysterious and secretive, and alone.

This is probably a habit unique to all hacker bosses.

Shu Yao, who escaped the catastrophe, didn't think much about it, and took his clothes to wash.

Tonight the east wind was blowing, and the branches of the trees fell westward.

Yan Sen closed the window, sat back in front of the computer, and struggled to meet the opponent's counterattack.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the battle had already entered the white heat, and he had no time to open the door, so he didn't hear it.

Soon, the knock on the door was gone, and the spring of the lock cylinder seemed to beat a little, and the door made a slight "click".

The door was opened from the outside, and several men in black broke into his home.

"Damn, who are you!"

Yan Sen heard the sound of the door opening, and when he looked up, he saw several strange men in his room, this kind of "magic" that changed people in reality made him break out in a cold sweat, and his hairs stood up.

"Mr. Yan, I'm here to talk about cooperation, but Li is deeply sorry for visiting in this way late at night, and I ask Mr. Yan not to mind."

……

The next day, the weather was fine, this was the second day that Shu Yao came to Song Jiming, and it was also the first day of her marriage.

Aunt Qiao came over at half past six to wake her up, not to mention that Shu Jiao, who was pretending to be stupid, couldn't get up, even she couldn't get up in a normal state.

She turned over, didn't listen to Aunt Qiao's chatter, and continued to sleep with her head covered.

Aunt Qiao had no choice but to go out and complain.

Song Jiming was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window reading the newspaper, and when he saw her coming over angrily, he knew that the girl was unwilling to get up.

"Alas, the child, unable to wake up, fell asleep again."

Song Jiming looked at the newspaper, didn't raise his head, and said, "Let her go, let's eat first, and when she wakes up, I bother you to make some for her." ”

"Young master, you can't get used to her so much."

Aunt Qiao's face was a little stiff after speaking.

She knew she had said the wrong thing.

Although she has taken care of Song Jiming for more than 20 years, she is a nanny after all, even if he treats her like a relative, she should not go beyond her identity and comment on the boss's family affairs.

What's more, Shu Yao is a fool.

She can't demand the rules of a normal person.

But she is also really for Song Jiming's good, and has always treated him as her own child.

Obviously, Song Jiming could understand Aunt Qiao's intentions, and he didn't mind if she said this.

The man folded the newspaper and placed it on the small table next to him, and said, "It's okay." ”

"She is young, her mind is the same as that of a child, you don't have to ask her to follow the rules of the Song family, just treat her as a child on weekdays, as long as it's not too much, everything will go with her."

Song Jiming made it clear that he wanted to spoil Shu Yao, and Aunt Qiao could only do it if she had more opinions.

She answered and pushed him to breakfast first.

Shu Yao slept until she woke up naturally, and when she got up, the sun was already shining outside, she rubbed her eyes and came out, and ran to the living room without shoes.

At this time, the house was very quiet, and Aunt Qiao was cleaning the courtyard outside.

Only the man sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, bowing his head slightly, quietly looking at the information in his hand.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Song Jiming looked up and saw the thin girl in a nightdress looking at him ignorantly......