With a beep, another WeChat popped up.
Gn: Obedient.
…
He, unexpectedly, knew... This WeChat is mine...
He, unexpectedly, didn't... pull black...
Across a pane of glass, Gun stood up from the computer, walked over to the glass wall, and knocked on the glass. Only then did Tong Nian suddenly come back to his senses. He hurriedly deleted the photos, swiped over it slowly, full of brains, oh my god, he guessed it was me... Isn’t it that he received all the ads I posted at the beginning, okay? Silly…
He made a gesture and motioned for her to come.
She was still tangled in the paste of her head and didn't move.
He gestured again.
She still had an expression of heaven and earth, without moving.
The glass wall was too soundproof, and he couldn't hear the speech, and he couldn't leave the room. I could only fetch a pen from the groove of the whiteboard and write two words on the glass: Come here.
Then drop the pen on the table, sit back to its original position, and press the mute of the phone.
After a minute, the door was gently pushed open.
Tong Nian lowered his head and walked in.
In the whole room, there was a voice from the phone: "The RAP here in North America became rich overnight. They even bought three top players. The mid laners of last year's championship team and the runner-up were dug past by them..." Talking about business affairs, "The top ten US server points, six were bought by them, it is outrageous, pure nouveau riche behavior! And, Taiwan..."
In this background sound, Gun stretched out his hand to her and said two words simply and clearly: "Mobile phone."
She handed it over obediently: "... Deleted."
He just took it, and before he checked the album, he saw a WeChat pop up.
Seeing the word "Gun God", click on it easily.
Blueberry: Your Highness, Your Highness, I really can't bear it anymore. Have you met God Gun? Does he like your outfit today? Big long legs, big long legs, has he flowed! nose! Blood!
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Gun looked at her bare legs under her short skirt and said nothing.
Tong Nian stood upright nervously.
Whose WeChat? Don't post anything weird...
Then there was another one.
Blueberry: Ah yes, ah yes, you remembered it when you ate just now! Your skirt doesn't show off your breasts! Can't show your curvaceous beauty! Our Highness is obviously the big breasted girl of Loli Yan! ! ! ! How can we not show the advantage! ! ! !
…
Gun sneered and put the phone on the table.
Tong Nian became even more nervous.
But he didn't speak.
In the short silence, only the chatter on the phone continued to complain: "Boss, should we buy some players back? Are you kidding? We K&K are the real giants, okay?!" The person on the phone seemed to notice , Gun hasn't made a sound for a long time, "Boss? Boss? Boss? Huh? Boss dropped? Why is there no sound? Boss?~~~~"
Obviously, this call was ignored.
His dark eyes glanced at her: "Always talk about us with friends?"
She felt guilty: "Not very often, but occasionally, I will say some, just a little bit."
"Oh? What are you talking about?"
"Just... let them tell me that you used to be a professional player."
"Oh? Really?" His ending voice raised slightly.
"Yeah." A guilty conscience.
"that's it?"
"Yeah." Continue to have a guilty conscience.
The person on the other end of the phone has called "Boss" more than a dozen times in succession.
He finally canceled the hands-free: "You are the host, first dial the conference call and preside over the meeting."
"Oh, oh, I forgot all about it."
After gun finished speaking, hang up the connection. Open the email on the computer, remember the long list of free long-distance phone numbers, dial, and switch directly into the English conference call mode: "hello everyone, this is Gn."
"Hi, Gn!" There was a woman's voice, which sounded very happy.
In Yu Guangli, he saw Tong Nian's eyes constantly looking at the phone on the table, but he didn't dare to move, thinking of her lame lie just now, he couldn't help but raised the corners of his mouth.
He pushed the phone over, looked at her with interest, and waited for her next reaction.
Tong Nian didn't realize that he was being watched. He breathed a sigh of relief and happily took back his phone.
so far so good.
Um
blueberry
She sent WeChat
what's up
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! ! ! !
Gun was very satisfied with what he saw, and continued to respond to the people who greeted him on the phone. It was rare to chat with people in a good mood about the damn rainstorm when the plane just landed.