Chapter 90

Wang Zixuan is negotiating contracts with foreign customers. He begged his grandparents to tell them to get them. When he received the call, he just wanted to cry, but he resolutely told the assistant and left quickly.

With the boss for so long, I seldom see him out of control. This time

I don't know why, Wang Zixuan's little heart always has a sense of panic.

"Boss..." Driving little Audi into a flying carriage, Wang Zixuan shakes his tail, stops and jumps, and rushes to the study without stopping, but he is frightened by what he sees in front of him.

Obviously it's broad daylight, but the curtains are all put down together, covering all the light massively. In the dark, we can only see the outline of the man in the middle and the starlight nodding at the end of the cigarette.

Just came in, a thing was thrown into the bosom, Wang Zixuan was frightened, hazy what also can't see clearly, hurriedly catch, carefully put on the hand, a black chip.

"See what it is?" Confused, the man's voice sounded a little hoarse, and the air drifted into his ears.

Wang Zixuan is slightly shocked. The next second he swallows his saliva, weak and weak apply: "then what Big president, can you turn on the light... " It's so dark, he really can't see anything.

Liang Yichen didn't answer, but nodded at the vague outline.

Wang Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief, and turned on the light according to the previous memory. When the light was enveloped, he could not help but reach out to cover his eyebrows.

The light came out of the darkness for too long, some of it couldn't adapt.

But After he adapted to it, he found that he could not dominate the world's big boos, and his handsome face was infinitely bleak

Cang Cool

Wang Zixuan suddenly wants to look at himself. He has found out the vulnerable side of his big president. Will he be killed? QAQ

"cough..." This side is tangled in disorder. Under the threat of the president, Wang Zixuan's Fang chrysanthemum shakes and cleans her throat to look at the things in her hand.

But at a glance

"Erdi God The top design in the United States, high-end mobile phone controller, no one or two million can't take it down Boss, which cell phone are you going to press? The effect will definitely be bad. " Said his baby face some eager to try, a little curly hair on the head of a warping a warping.

Wang Zixuan, in addition to being the personal special help of Liang Yichen, is also a top-level hacker in private. He likes this thing naturally. When he encounters these systems, the whole person is like beating a chicken.

"What can it do?" Put out the cigarette end in his hand, Liang Yichen opened his mouth, his voice was calm without any waves.

However, Wang Zixuan can feel that what is the coming of wind and rain

"Everything is OK. Install the mobile phone, take photos, video and track. If the other side's technology is a little higher, you can do the same thing as the owner." After a pause, seeing the man's deep vision, he explained in a talkative way: "that is, you can use the owner's number to make a phone call and send a message without being detected..."

Although my heart had guessed for a long time, but finally got the answer, Liang Yichen's heart sank completely.

"Trace what you did with this software over there, right now, right now..." Think, he direct way.

"Oh, yes, yes!" Be careful of the liver, Wang Zixuan nodded repeatedly, and climbed to the computer in the eyes of the president Youhei.

Flexible fingers crackled, finally opened, but was blocked back by the firewall.

This proves that the other party's hacker technology is very high

But for Wang Zixuan, only when the masters fight each other can they have passion.

The little curly hair on the other side cocks up and cocks up excitedly. Liang Yichen on the other side picks out a cigarette again, wants to smoke, hesitates for a moment and puts it down again. His Obsidian eyes look at the distance, deep and melancholy, and boundless regret

He should know Little women are not like that

But

"Boss, untie..." Beside excited howl, Liang Yichen a Lin, strong long legs raised, walked.

Seeing everything on the screen, the handsome face with uncanny workmanship pursed a cold and hard arc.

……

Gu Xiaoxiao simply eats a little bread and goes directly into the bedroom. He is too lazy to take off his clothes. He falls down on the bed like a walking corpse and wraps himself in a quilt.

Shuilingling's eyes have no waves. In fact, she is thinking a lot, before thinking, now, and the future

Before, she thought that she didn't need to think about these things when she had Liang Yichen. It's no wonder that there is a saying that a man can rely on a sow to climb a tree

Now, if you think about it, it's not rude

Think, Gu Xiaoxiao smiled, the corner of Yan Hong's mouth raised a stiff arc

That's when the man came in.

At first, Gu Xiaoxiao thought that she was a maid and closed her eyes. No one wanted to answer her, but she felt something wrong after a while. Because someone had been standing on the head of the bed for a long time, the air of oppression enveloped her, and her eyes were hot

Gu Xiaoxiao turns a white eye impatiently, just opens her eyes to signal her to leave, but when she sees it clearly, she can't help being slightly flustered. Then she turns her head sideways, closes her eyes and ignores him with actions.The muscles under the quilt were tense, and her white and tender hands were slightly curled up. She was even ready to fight back.

But the man's action is not the same as she expected.

Although he closed his eyes, his senses were very sensitive. Gu Xiao felt that the man was bending slowly, and her bony fingers were rubbing against her cheek. His movements were gentle as if they were treasures.

Micro Leng, she opened her eyes, into the purpose is familiar with the soft handsome face, and yesterday is completely different from Liang Yichen.

But then

Water Lingling's eyes looked at the man calmly, as if there was only air in front of him.

"Little Don't do that. " The heart that sees by such line of sight is flustered, Liang Yichen opens his mouth, the voice of deep magnetism is full of shiver.

What the hell did he do? He pushed his little farther and farther

Just thinking about it, Liang Yichen has an impulse to kill people.

He can't accept it. He doesn't belong to himself.

The Italian pure hand-made suit, which has always been put on his body, smells of smoke. He doesn't know where to throw it. His strong body is only wearing a thin shirt. He bends down, sits on the bed and caresses the woman in his heart.

After yesterday's unhappiness, the white, tender and transparent little face has revealed a little pale.

He felt a little pain in his heart.

The knuckled fingers caress the small face, the watery eyes covered by eyelids, the small Qiong nose, the bright red lips, the white neck, the delicate clavicle

Here a meal, fingers greedily attached to her temperature, obsidian like eyes slightly narrowed, was about to go down, abruptly by the white hands.

Liang Yichen is happy and looks up, but he has a pair of cold eyes.