"So you're a god?" Ringer looked at the woman in front of him in surprise. This was the answer he deduced from the woman's words.

"No, I'm just a part-time worker, working for a software company." The woman said, holding a wine glass in her hand.

Work? Software house? Ringer was slightly stunned, and then quickly realized that she should want to maintain a sense of mystery.

So I didn't ask any more questions. He looked back at the woman in front of him. The good-looking face is slightly flushed with alcohol, and judging by the dress, it should be a secretary or something, right?

Just as Ringer was thinking this, the woman seemed to see through his thoughts, and said, "Wrong again, not a secretary, a formal programmer, or a technical director." Ringer was shocked, and touched the silver cat ring on his left index finger with his right hand.

It's a ring that Charles, the god of cats, gave him to prevent mind-snooping, but it doesn't seem to be useful to the woman in front of him.

"Of course the things in the world over there don't work for me." Ringer noticed a faint smile on the corner of the other party's mouth, and his expression seemed to be a little proud.

But more than this, he cares more about the identity of a woman. Programmer, or female programmer? Technical Director?

And it looks like this - look at this black thick, shiny silky hair, fair, smooth, baby-like delicate skin, and a model-like plump but not fat body.

There are also a pair of big eyes that seem to be smiling but not smiling, black and white, as if they can speak, and they can't see any blood.

Such a programmer is even rarer in Ringer's eyes. The woman suddenly smiled at him.

"I accepted your compliment unceremoniously." Ringer came back to his senses and quickly reined in his mental activities.

She didn't seem so angry.

"For the sake of your good attitude and inviting me to drink, I won't pursue the previous matter, but I must pay attention in the future. I'm busy enough every day, don't add extra work to me, understand? The large, charming and intellectual eyes looked earnestly into Ringer's eyes.

Ringer suddenly remembered something. Not long ago, for some reason, the place where he lived attracted a large number of black cuties, and the sewers and walls were almost crowded.

"You sent those cockroaches?"

"I don't have that kind of bad taste, they were attracted by those otherworldly guests in your house, and you can only blame yourself for bringing guys from other worlds into your home." She glanced at Ringer and said, "If you want to take them over anyway, I want you to do the following. First, don't appear in front of ordinary people as inhuman. Second, don't use forces that don't exist in the world here. In short, the key is not to trouble me. If you can do that, I can't turn a blind eye to your smuggling here. Of course, you'll have to pay for it. "Read the book

"The price?"

"The price is that I'll drink here for free forever." She said with a smile, gulping down the rest of the wine in her glass and rising from her seat.

"Okay, I have to go back to work overtime, and I have to work on a project all night tonight. If you hadn't let these two troublesome guys go, I wouldn't have made a special trip. Ringer looked at the Five Emperor Dragons on the bar that had been turned into delicate cards, and called out to her, "Miss, can you please turn him back?" ”

"Just bring him back to his original world, and he'll be back to his original state in a moment." The woman didn't look back, and walked straight to the door, her ass twisted and twisted, and her back was very ecstatic.

She pulled a white card from her breast pocket, and with a flick of her fingers, it spun and flew towards the bar, landing in front of Ringer.

It's a slightly curved business card. Ringer looked down and saw the woman's name and job title, as well as the name of the company she worked for.

Shayin. Cyins Software Co., Ltd. Position: Technical Director. Ringer looked at the sexy back of the woman leaving, and thought to himself: Is it really okay to go back to catch up with the project after drinking?