When Jing Yu came back, Yun Tuan and Jing He sat next to the clone, taking turns staring at each other.
"Hey, let's just stare at an unconscious... unknown creature with nothing to do. Will my brother know how to curse when he comes back?"
"No, Jing Yu has a good temper." Yun Tuan shook his head.
Jinghe snorted, "Then your filter is pretty heavy."
"No - it's actually because you're a little shy." Yun Tuan stared at his cell phone, opened the Ningxi dialog box, and sent someone an emoticon.
In fact, she has been communicating with Ning Xixi online recently, most of the time criticizing Heyu for being silly. On this point, they have reached a high degree of agreement.
The rest related to personal interests were almost not discussed.
[Ning Xixi]: Your mentally retarded boss asked you to work overtime again?
[Group]: Not really, it’s working time now. But those people outside always scare me with drones, and they drive me crazy. It’s useless for them to guard a corpse.
[Ning Xixi]: Indeed, they don’t dare to touch you, partly because they are afraid that you will die. I will try my best to buy time for you. If the update and iteration can be completed by then, don’t leave me.
This attitude is quite humble.
Yun Tuan frowned slightly and almost replied, "But you have been helping He Yu all the time." He twitched his fingers twice before he restrained himself.
No matter what, they are all acting anyway. As long as they keep in touch, she can master Ning Xi's position.
Yun Tuan recorded Ning Xi Xi's dynamic route during the chat, and found that the other party was leaving the province, and he didn't know what new actions he had made.
After a few more casual conversations, Ning Xixi managed not to leak out any useful information.
Yun Tuan could only say that Jing and Na Sha Que were here and she was going to sort out the reports before ending the conversation.
Jing He, who was staring at the unconscious clone, sneezed inexplicably. He rubbed his nose and said, "What? Who said something bad about me?"
Tuk tuk tuk——
Jinghe jumped up and opened the door, "It must be my brother who is back."
As soon as he opened the door, Jing Yu was wearing a black trench coat, with a tall figure and a murderous aura. At first glance, Yun Tuan thought it was a killer coming to the door.
Jing Yu first took a look at the furnishings in the room, and his eyes rested on the unconscious man tied into a rice dumpling for a second before entering the room and hanging the windbreaker on the hanger.
"Where is the chip?" The first thing Jing Yu did when he turned around was to look for the chip.
Yun Tuan took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and handed it to Jing Yu, "But now there is a more difficult problem than the chip - she brought a remote control, but she fainted before she could find out what it was." The stern look on Jing Yu's brows faded a lot, and a smile gradually appeared in his eyes, "You didn't ask at all."
Yun Tuan nodded and said confidently: "Indeed, but the tailor came here to measure the size, and suddenly turned into a clone with ulterior motives. It scared me. Pay for it!"
"That's okay." Jing Yu chuckled.
Jing He was watching the show, but he still felt like he couldn't understand it. It seemed that he wasn't involved in any part, but didn't Jing Yu just come back from outside?
"Wait, I traveled through time? Why do you seem to be hiding something from me?" Jing He held the car keys, looking confused.
"Oh, I just made a call to report." Yun Tuan pointed to the person on the chair and indicated the reason.
Jing He frowned, "No, Xiaoyun Tuan is not a person who can explain to me. Tell me honestly, are you a clone or someone else in disguise?"
Jing Yu ignored this farce. When he saw the remote control was placed in the cover, he went to study the chip first.
Yun Tuan looked at the unreasonable Jing He and nodded in cooperation, "Then how do you want me to prove myself?"
Jing He thought for a while and then thought about it, "Xiao Yun Tuan once confessed his love to me. Just recount the scene at that time."
Yun Tuan smiled and rolled up his sleeves slowly, "I usually don't attack my own people, but if I'm unbearable, I'm sorry."