"Chief...President, how...when..." Ji Mingcheng felt the high pressure from the arrogant boss, and swallowed hard.

  I was about to say something when I saw the big boss stretch out his hand at him.

  This posture is so familiar, Ji Mingcheng has a few seconds of bewilderment.

  President, what is this? Want his cell phone? The president has his own cell phone, what do you want his cell phone to do? Is it possible...

  "Chief...President, I really didn't mean to play with mobile phones during work hours. Can you...can you get in for one time?" Don't confiscate my mobile phone!

  Poor Ji Mingcheng just bought the fruit machine, but he hasn’t covered the heat yet, so I really don’t want to just hand it over.

  However, since Ji Chengze has put on a posture of asking, how can he let him go so easily?

Hearing his refusal, Ji Chengze raised his eyebrows, and the look in Ji Mingcheng's eyes became a little more heart-warming and meaningful.

  Ji Mingcheng is still under the domineering power of the big boss, reluctantly handing in the phone, and mourning in his heart for the "little wife" who has left him before he covers the heat.

  Ji Chengze took the phone, and calmly clicked on An Ruixin's Weibo, and silently read the comments under Weibo for a while.

  Ji Mingcheng stood by, staring at Ji Chengze in fright, not sure what he was doing with his mobile phone until...

   "What is the little star?"

"what?"

  Ji Chengze twisted his eyebrows, turned the phone over, and moved closer to Ji Mingcheng.

  Ji Mingcheng saw the little star +N on the phone page clearly. After a moment of stunned, Ji Mingcheng quickly reacted, not sure: "It should be a fan of Miss An."

  "Fans?"

"Yes, now the little stars in the circle, their fan groups like to use the homophony of their names to name them. For example, pickles, spinach, and bean curd. There is a word of "Xin" in Ms. An's name, her fan It’s not incomprehensible that the group is called Xingxing."

  Stars? Ji Chengze unconsciously thought of An Ruixin's eyes as bright as stars, and the arc of her eyes slightly curved when she smiled.

  I have to admit that this fan name is quite appropriate.

  Ji Chengze nodded, and continued to lower his head to review the comments. After a while, he asked again: "What is cp?"

  As a chief executive who is in charge of a company with thousands of people, he reads newspapers or talks about business every day. If you ask him about some rare financial terms and economic development terms, he will definitely give you a complete set of books in minutes.

   But if you really ask about these internet terms, you might really stump him.

   "cp?" Ji Mingcheng stunned for a moment, and his subconscious probe glanced at the phone screen. After seeing the dazzling "Xinwen cp" in the comment area, his face brushed white.

  Ji Chengze saw Ji Mingcheng's strangeness in his eyes, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and he asked coldly, "What's the problem?"

   "Um...no problem, no problem." Ji Mingcheng wanted to cry without tears, the problem is big! How does he explain to his big boss what CP is?

   Tell him, cp means a pair of children? So, Miss Ann is getting ambiguous with people on the Internet?

  No, he will be killed, he will definitely be killed!

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