The National Director is Mr. Perfect

At midnight, it was the moment when the prosperity of the imperial capital had just awakened.

The light is still on in the living room of Junci's home, the sound of playing games is heard from time to time in the study, and the piano is sitting on the sofa playing with the phone.

The phone was of course taken back after it finished filming. Although Gulu deleted all the records for it, the piano felt very sad when he lived without a phone.

So it was so skinny that Junci bought one for it, and it also came with a card.

The current piano experience can be described as very arrogant, and I almost opened Weibo to upload my daily life to Weibo.

At 12 o'clock in the morning, the shoveler must have fallen asleep. He would have fallen asleep, but the piano plans to take a few photos before going to bed.

It is fascinated by the recent beauty features in the phone.

Every time I took a selfie, I felt like a very cute dog.

Its two hind paws are up and holding the mobile phone, and its two front paws are in the form of a lucky cat, maliciously selling cute.

Although the Husky's face is always that expression, but the piano has slightly vacant eyes, and enjoys himself.

At this moment, the elevator door suddenly opened, and the dog paw of the piano pressed the camera button of the phone.

The sound of "pop" shooting was very harsh in this quiet early morning.

Jiang Yi was in the elevator and had a panoramic view of this scene.

Jiang Yi: "..."

piano:"……"

The piano's two dog paws were still cocked. The moment he saw Jiang Yi, it slowly let go of its paws, and the phone immediately fell off the sofa.

No one moved, Jiang Yi did not move, nor did the piano move.

That handsome man, wearing a straight military uniform and military boots, is ascetic and upright, but his expression is very complicated and difficult to understand.

At that moment he almost thought he was dazzled.

But suddenly, he frowned, and he didn't know if he thought of something, he strode over, and picked up the piano's phone.

The screen interface was originally extinguished, and now it is clicked on when it is touched. The interface that stays is just the interface where the piano was taken just now. That very stupid selfie still stays on the interface.

Jiang Yi took a deep breath and flipped forward. It was almost all piano selfies, as well as small spy photos, and occasionally a few candid photos of Junci...

The more Jiang Yi watched, the more shocked he got. He glanced at the piano, and the piano looked at him in shock.

In an instant, Jiang Yi threw away the phone, with blue veins twitching on his forehead, turned around and rushed into Junci's room.

Junci's room is usually not locked, because no one dares to enter.

So Jiang Yi rushed in and reached the bed of Junci, shaking the sleeping boy, in a flustered tone: "Porcelain, porcelain..."

Jun Ci fell asleep and was caught off guard. He almost wanted to get angry. Seeing that it was Jiang Yi, he immediately stuffed his head into the pillow: "Why are you back now?"

With a completely awake laziness in her voice, she habitually moved towards Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi hugged her, touched her hair and felt calmer, but was still a little shocked: "I...Porcelain, I just saw... the piano is taking a selfie with my phone, and what do you think I was in the middle of the night? Have hallucinations?"

Junci: "..."

It took her ten seconds to barely regain her sanity before she realized what Jiang Yi had said.

After a long silence, the young man in his arms said dumbly: "It still has WeChat, do you want to add it to contact me later?"

Jiang Yi: "..."