Chapter 471 The Crown Prince's Little Darling 36
The girl in the center of the screen, her smiling face suddenly frozen, was then the screen went dark.
Bo Yan's pupils constricted, and his fingertips trembled as he pressed the power button.
There was no movement.
I can't turn the computer off or on.
After several attempts, the phone remained dead silent.
The boy frowned slightly. Putting aside the suspicion of being deceived, there must be something wrong with the phone!
No, I need to get it repaired right away.
In the dead of night, a knock was heard on a door deep in the alley.
The boy, backlit by the moonlight, appeared breathless at the door and said to the person who opened it, "My phone won't turn on..."
He swallowed hard and continued, "Let's see where the problem lies."
The black-haired boy walked under the moonlight, his hair disheveled by the evening breeze.
The stray hairs hanging over her forehead were soaked with sweat, and her unfathomable eyes, even with glasses, could not hide the unease and anxiety that had gathered within them.
The technician in charge of this area has been replaced by a long-haired man wearing a vest and floral shorts, with a stubble beard.
Normally, such an unkempt appearance would be disliked by Bo Yan, and he would be asked to tidy up his appearance.
However, at this moment, Bo Yan didn't even care about his own image, let alone others.
The long-haired man took the phone and turned to go to the workbench.
Bo Yan strode after him, trying to appear calm. "How is it?"
"Can you turn it on?"
"It was working fine a moment ago, but suddenly it stopped working."
In reality, I couldn't calm down at all.
The long-haired man plugged in the data cable, but there was no response whatsoever.
He took out a set of tools from under the table.
"What are you going to do?" Bo Yan asked.
"Open it and see if there's a problem."
Bo Yan disagreed, saying, "It's unnecessary; it's not a problem with the parts."
The girl is still inside. What if we break it?
The long-haired man pondered for two seconds, "It's also possible that he contracted the virus."
"Have any strange apps appeared on your phone recently, young master? It's very possible you accidentally clicked on one, and your phone's security system was compromised," the long-haired man analyzed.
Bo Yan was unwilling to admit that the online store and the girl were viruses used to lure him into clicking.
He held his palm up, his expression cold and indifferent: "Give me back my phone."
The technical personnel sent here by the government are getting worse and worse.
Long-haired man: "Young master, the phone isn't fixed yet."
Bo Yan said coldly, "There's no need to fix it."
He impatiently leaned over and snatched the phone back from the other person.
Useless technicians.
The long-haired man had a bad feeling. After watching the boy leave, he immediately told his superior what had happened.
The boss meant to follow instructions, but you could pack your things first.
Bo Yan hurried back to his residence. The bedroom was dimly lit, with only the fluorescent green on the bedside table trying to make its presence known.
He darted to the bedside in a few steps, his slender body pressing down on the quilt to hold the fabric in place, and with a quick reach, he could grab his phone.
Account: A Mimosa pudica.
Profile picture: He took a screenshot.
Chat logs: Some, intermittent.
All of this is definitely not a dream.
A mimosa plant: [Little beggar, where are you?]
A mimosa plant: [Little beggar, mango mousse, big meat bun, lychee, strawberry, durian, cantaloupe, mochi...]
A mimosa plant: [Tea eggs, jianbing (Chinese crepes), chicken patties, Yunmeng rolls?]
Bo Yan went crazy, constantly sending messages from the Mimosa account to Bo Yan's other account.
As the number of messages gradually increased, there was still no response from the other side.
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