Chapter 181 Don't waste time on me anymore (1/3)
The man's face became more and more gloomy, "The so-called reality is just what you see in your eyes, Gu Yao, I said, don't waste time on me, it is not seven years ago now."
"..."
Downstairs, Qiao Yimo picked up the broken computer from the outside and walked to the living room to sit down, crying without tears on his face, and at the same time a little painful.
She hasn't received any remuneration or advertising fees, she is desperately impoverished, and he still throws her computer.
All the scripts and work schedules are in it. How would she look at it
With some headaches, she scratched her hair. After a while, she sent Zheng Yun a WeChat message.
[Yunyun, do you know anyone who specializes in computers? 】
There was a quick reply, [Sister Yimo, do you want to repair the computer? 】
[Well, it is. 】It is estimated that the repair is not good, she just wants to get the information inside.
Zheng Yun sent a smiling face, "I don't seem to have a friend repairing a computer, but I am your assistant now, so just leave it to me if it is inconvenient for you, and I will contact you online immediately. "
Qiao Yimo pondered for a moment and replied, [OK, contact me when you find it, and I will bring the computer over tomorrow. 】
【Ok】
Soon, she made another smirk and a gossip tone, [Sister Yimo, are you dating now? 】
Qiao Yimo twitched the corners of his mouth and moved his fingers, 【...】
Are you watching her jokes
She quickly said again: [Sister Yimo, I heard that the president of the Fu Group is super handsome, but there is no high-definition photo on the Internet, hehe, can you give me a photo? 】
Fu Sinian's photo
Qiao Yimo stayed for a while, and then turned to the album. Except for some early scenery and set photos, they were almost the photos of her before and her parents. Even her solo selfies were rare, let alone Fu Sinian. Not even a corner of clothing.
She curled her lips slightly, feeling a little depressed.
After thinking about it for a minute, she posted her own photo and replied with a smile, [but there is no photo of him in my phone, please send one of mine first, and I will replenish it for you another day. 】
Opposite suddenly jumped out a sentence, [That must be a bath photo. 】
Qiao Yimo was taken aback, just about to reply, and then another sentence jumped out, [Sorry, Yimo, it was just sent by Xiao Xiao. I'm fine tonight, I'm helping
Let her work together. 】
[No wonder I sounded like her. By the way, you can tell her and ask her to send me a copy of the schedule. 】
After sending it, she put down the phone and deducted the record from the computer.
With a flash of eyes, he took a photo and sent it to Mo Nan.
[The little fresh meat you like, a record, do me a favor. 】
With a ding sound, Mo Nan's portrait jumped out, [Joker of the T-RA combination? Ahhh, baby, where did you get this limited edition record? 】
Qiao Yimo raised an eyebrow and smiled triumphantly, edited the message very quickly, and sent it, [Of course I sent it, but I know that you like it the most and keep it. Do you have any heartbeat? 】
[My heart is about to explode, but you'd better bring him to me another day before I believe what you say. I just paid attention to his combination early on, otherwise I won’t be able to recognize him at a glance. , He is a popular singer, you are an 18-line actor, how could you know him? 】
Qiao Yimo was speechless and simply added, [He also participated in "Phoenix Tour" this time, and I have seen him. However, this does not seem to be the point. The point is, can you listen to what I asked you to help? 】
【by! Then why didn't you say it earlier? Does he have a girlfriend? Is it as handsome as in the show? Is there his contact information? Hurry up and report what you know. 】
A series of blind date questions made Qiao Yimo's eyelids twitch constantly, and she chose to end the conversation directly, letting her calm down for a while.
Madam Chen watched her sitting in the living room with her head down and fiddled with the computer, and asked intimately: "Mrs., you didn't eat dinner. Would you like me to make you some supper?"
Qiao Yimo's white face lifted up and thought for a while, then nodded, "Well, do more."
Too many things happened today, except for a bowl of noodles at the company in the afternoon. I was not in the mood to eat before. After talking to the man for a long time, I am really hungry now.
Chen's mother was afraid that she would be hungry, so she hurried back to the kitchen, "Okay, wait a while, and it will be fine."
I don't know how long Qiao Yimo is still playing with her computer, and hasn't turned it on for a long time.
Chen's mother had already prepared a supper, brought it to her, and smiled: "Mrs., don't make it.
Let's eat. "
Smelling the scent, Qiao Yimo immediately stopped the movement in his hand and smiled softly, "It smells so good...Chen Ma, you get another copy and I'll send it to the study."
Mother Chen nodded clearly.
Giving up completely to save the computer, Qiao Yimo went to the study with a meal.
Knocked on the door to enter, the man was sitting at the table working intently, without lifting his head.
"Si Nian, I asked Chen's mother to make a midnight snack. Would you stop for a bite first?"
She walked over, put the midnight snack aside, looked down at him obediently, waiting for a response.
"Well, put it aside."
The man's fingers tapped on the keyboard without much reaction.
A little embarrassed by being ignored, the woman curled her lips and whispered, "My computer is broken."
Fu Sinian was finally willing to stop his fingers, and raised his eyes indifferently, "Do you still want me to pay you?"
Qiao Yimo squeezed his fingers, his eyes rolled around, and his lips curled up and muttered, "Even if you don't pay for it, it's okay? I still need it."
He is a man of engineering, so good, it's not a problem to fix a computer, right
"When did I become a computer repairer?" The man frowned, then sneered, "Since I fell, you still expect me to fix it for you?"
"..."
Qiao Yimo didn't expect it, but she always felt that someone who had done something wrong would have a better tone, but she still seemed to be wrong.
Lost a computer for nothing.
For a few seconds depressed in her heart, she brought the warm noodle soup to him, "Let’s eat."
Fu Sinian frowned somewhat displeased, but stopped working, got up and washed his hands, walked to the next sofa and sat down.
Qiao Yimo also ran over and sat beside him, sniffing the clear and pleasant smell of the man, she smiled silently and handed the tableware over, "Here."
The man's deep eyes froze for a few seconds on her smiling happy face, frowning, "You didn't take medicine tonight? What does this idiot smile mean?"
"..."
Qiao Yimo stopped his smile, blushing and lowered his head, "It's not interesting, Chen's mom's cooking is so delicious."
The man looked at her for a second and said indifferently, "Have you eaten?"
Qiao Yimo was embarrassed and buried her small face in his job in embarrassment.
"Now I don't have to use my brain to lie." The man sneered, too lazy to care about her, and moved naturally.
(End of this chapter)