In an uneasy wait, the man messaged her again.

A thread of online marriage: Don't worry, Song Jiming won't see our conversation, and I will deal with it.

If he can leave no trace under Song Jiming's nose, he can only say that this person is too terrifying.

It's a real annoying feeling to be led by someone's nose.

Shu Yao didn't reply, pretending not to understand, to see what the other party should do.

The man seemed to guess her thoughts, and sent her a sarcastic emoji, followed by a string of text.

A thread of online marriage: Don't be afraid, I won't tell you anything about pretending to be stupid, but I want to tell you one thing, what you have forgotten, after you read it, you may be able to remember who I am.

Can you remember who he is? It meant that she had known him before.

So, what is it that deserves his painstaking efforts to pass on this?

Shu Yao stared at the screen in a daze, waiting for the person to send a message.

Song Jiming's mobile phone rang suddenly, he glanced at it, went to answer the phone, and told her not to touch his things before answering.

Shu Yao agreed without raising his head.

She was a little absent-minded, and the man looked at her suspiciously, and controlled the wheelchair and left.

After a while, a photo and a long text came from there.

Before Shu Yao could see clearly, the computer screen suddenly went black.

The girl frowned and hurriedly flipped the switch, but the computer didn't respond at all.

Is there a power outage?

Shu Yao looked at the man's computer, and his screen was still on.

It's not a power outage.

What's going on here?

Shu Yao patted the computer irritably, but the screen still didn't move.

The girl cursed in her heart, thinking: Tens of thousands of computers, if they are bad, they will be broken?

She hasn't seen clearly what the "online marriage thread" is!

No, the computer has to be repaired.

Because, her instincts, told her that what the man said she had forgotten must be important to her.

There was also that picture, when she first sent it, she took a cursory glance and only knew that it was a man and a woman in the photo, and as for who it was, she hadn't had time to click on it.

Song Jiming came back after answering the phone and saw the girl holding the computer for research.

"What's wrong?"

Shu Yao raised his head and said with an unhappy face: "I can't open it." ”

After saying that, she lowered her head and continued to study the computer, but she didn't see the coldness in the man's eyes.

"I'll see."

Shu Yao obediently handed the computer to the man, stared at him eagerly and asked, "Good man, what's wrong?" Can you fix it? ”

Song Jiming smiled gently, touched her little head, and said helplessly: "Can I see where the problem is first?" ”

Realizing that she was too anxious, the girl nodded honestly.

Song Jiming pressed a few keys to no avail, and after replacing the power cord, he found that the computer was still useless.

He raised his eyebrows, looked up at the girl, and said, "It may be a problem inside." ”

"What then?"

"You go to the electric room and get me a set of tools, I'll open it and take a look."

As soon as the girl heard that there was a way, she got up and ran outside.

The electric room is at the back of the main building and is a separate room, which needs to be passed out from the courtyard.

Shu Yao ran to the electric room, asked the man in black who was guarding there for a set of tools, and carried it back to the living room.

Song Jiming didn't expect Shu Yao to come back so quickly, he closed the file, took the toolbox, put it on the ground and opened it, and took out a screwdriver from it.

Under the girl's gaze, the man opened the back cover of the computer and cleaned the memory module.

Shu Yao was originally looking at the computer, but now all her focus is on the man.

A handsome, mature and steady man, focused on cleaning computer parts, his slender fingers are flexible and skillful, and he is simply handsome.

The girl held her cheeks, and her beautiful eyes were full of love.

She looked at the man stupidly for a while, and couldn't help but sigh, "My husband is so handsome." ”

Her voice was small, probably not wanting to be heard.

Song Jiming's movements in his hand were just paused, and he pretended not to hear it, but the corners of his lips moved, and an imperceptible smile flashed.

Putting the eraser down, he reinstalled the memory module and tried it, only to find that the computer still didn't move.

"Good man, why isn't it lit yet?"

Shu Yao looked at the computer with a black screen and asked suspiciously.

The man was also obviously a little puzzled, he frowned slightly, and checked again.

This is a newly bought computer, the screen cable is not loose, the motherboard power supply chip does not appear virtual soldering and aging, and the power supply is not short-circuited......

After Song Jiming checked it, he looked at the girl regretfully.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it."

"Huh?"

Shu Yao was surprised and asked, "What should I do then?" ”

The man put on the back cover of the computer, cleaned up the table, and said lightly: "It's just a computer, I'll have someone buy one for you now." ”

It doesn't matter if you buy a new one or not.

She cares more about whether the chat history is there.

She hasn't read the photos and texts posted by that person.

Shu Yao was entangled, and asked unrelentingly: "Can't you fix it?" ”

Song Jiming glanced at her, slowed down, and then said, "You want this?" ”

The girl nodded sincerely, looking at her expectantly.

"I'll have people take it out and fix it."

When Shu Jiao heard that there was hope, he was immediately happy.

Song Jiming asked her to call the man in black at the door, give him the computer, and let him take it out to repair.

Without a computer to play, Shu Yao is bored.

She stretched and lay listlessly on the table.

She stared at the man's good-looking hand, holding the pen, and signed the document in a flowing manner.

The black italic pen lettering is strong and powerful, and it is very beautiful.

The girl quietly stretched out her hand towards him, and the man who was writing stopped his pen when he saw the little hand that had rushed into his sight.

Under his gaze, the little white hand tapped the back of his hand.

The light movement is like a mosquito falling.

I don't know what she wants to do, the man waits.

The girl saw that Song Jiming was not disgusted, and she touched his hand again.

Only this time, she boldly depicted the veins on the back of his hand bulging because of the tension of holding the pen.

The weak and boneless little hands caressed the back of his hand softly, and the strange sensation spread throughout the body through nerve conduction.

The man's eyes sank, and he called out in a hoarse voice: "Shu Yao." ”

The girl lay on her hands and looked up at him.

Shu Yao blinked innocently, her long eyelashes flickered, like two thick little brushes, and the hearts of the people who swept them itched.

Song Jiming was not in a hurry, looked at her gently, and waited for her to answer.

Aunt Qiao came out after drying her clothes, and saw this scene as soon as she stepped into the living room.

Young Master Ming and Miss Shu looked at each other affectionately, as if they were a couple in love.

Aunt Qiao was shocked, quickly turned around, and tiptoed back.

She had planned to go to the kitchen to prepare lunch, but now it seemed that it was not the right time.

The girl didn't know the current atmosphere of the two, she was all about the man's pen.

"Your handwriting is so beautiful, can you write my name?"