Mio returns home.

I was just about to take a shower and catch a glimpse of the people around me.

Something suddenly came to mind.

"You go wash up first, and I'll print out the documents that Chaya gave me."

After speaking, he walked quickly towards the study.

When he went out in the morning, he forgot to turn off his computer!!

Mommy.

Fortunately, You Chen didn't go home halfway.

Otherwise, you will see the bright chat history on the computer screen.

I'm afraid it's going to be over.

Sit down in front of the computer and prepare to clear the chat history as soon as possible.

Just move your finger over the mouse and light up the screen.

I was stunned by the news that caught my eyes.

[Unread 99+]

“...”

He's been messaging him?

This water army is really not doing business.

The hatred in Luo Mio's heart is not made of steel, and it comes up again.

He wanted to see what this guy had to say.

It took several brushes to turn to the record before he left in the morning.

Professional Trolls: I thought about it for a while and think what you said makes a lot of sense.

Professional Trolls: So, what do you think I should do with this business?

Professional water army: how to develop the channel?

Professional water army: And this reputation.

Professional Trolls: Connections.

...

Luo Mio looked at it all.

The expression is indifferent.

This TM business person comes to ask customers how to do business.

Does he have tofu scum in his brain?

He didn't wait long for him to be depressed, and the chat box, which had been quiet for just over an hour, began to appear again.

Professional water army: You're online, I've been waiting for you for a long time.

Luo Mio: "..."

Hehe...

If this guy were his own employee, he would have a left hook and a right hook.

Professional Trolls: I reflected on it in the afternoon and made a decision.

Mio: ???

What was decided?

Vest: Work hard and earn money?

Professional Trolls: No.

？？？

Professional water army: recognize you as the boss.

Mio: ...

The expression is more wooden.

What kind of fairy logic is this?

Professional water army: Boss, you say, how should we develop into an enterprise model with a small business.

Mio: ...

Vest: You just get some sleep.

Professional Trolls: But it's not daytime, why are you daydreaming?

Vest: I'm talking about a dream come true!

The man with glasses on the other side of the computer suddenly realized.

He is worthy of being the boss.

This mind is better than him.

Professional water army: Boss, when you were away, I had been observing the news on the Internet, and by the way, I climbed over the wall and found that Xu Yifan was about to come back.

Professional Trolls: He should have known the news.

Professional Trolls: Boss, do we want to do something?

Luo Mio: "..."

This man must have relied on him.

I pondered for a moment.

Vest: You go to find out Xu Yifan's flight, and then send out the news, and you are speculating on a white moonlight Xu Shao to return to China.

He doesn't believe it anymore, and he can't figure out the rumors.

Professional water army: No problem, boss, you can rest assured, you are guaranteed to complete the task.

Luo Mio didn't believe it very much.

However, this unprofessional sailor this time proved it to him with his actions.

He just printed out the papers.

The other party told him that it was done.

Open the web page.

'Supermodel Xu Yifan returns to China'

'Mr. You Baiyue returns home on a bright day'

'True and false white moonlight Xu Yifan'

and other topics are posted on the homepage.

Look at the heat, it's very impressive.

Probably Xu Yifan's fans have been holding their breath since last night.

I was slapped in the face in the morning, and I don't want to come back in the evening.

There is an unstoppable smell of the full-scale explosion at the moment.

Luo Mio was finally satisfied, and brought up the task panel.

Sure enough, the colors started to light up.

The corners of his lips just curled slightly, and in the next second, he froze.

———

It was just put on the shelves yesterday, and I'm going to change the editor today, ahhhhh Pray for a wave of good luck, little angels.

Also, hand over the commuter pass, hand it over, hand it over (*/ω\*)