After many experiments, Ling Bingbing came to the conclusion that it was hard to say when Mr. Hao would wake up, but as long as she was there, he could turn into a spirit body and follow her around.
The soul can touch her or objects.
But it won’t work if it weighs more than an egg! You can’t pick it up, and it can only last less than 1 second if you pick it up hard.
His activity area is also directly proportional to her mood.
If she is happy - he can run further.
If she is unhappy or sleeping - he will fix it at 20 meters.
Rounding it all off, he is her pendant!
After turning off the black heart, Ling Bingbing had someone deliver the meal.
Azhao came in from outside carrying a lunch box, and what he saw was Ling Bingbing talking to the computer.
"Are you doing a live broadcast?" He didn't come close and even used sign language.
Ling Bingbing was startled.
Good guy.
Can also sign language.
Are all special assistants like this these days?
"No, I'm chatting with someone."
Not to mention, having an invisible but existing husband is really a very novel experience.
"Do you have any plans for the afternoon?" she asked.
Hao Youqian typed: [Yes, I will accompany you].
Azhao: "A few old antiques said they want to hold a shareholders' meeting, but if you don't agree, then they can only think about it."
Poof - Lingbingbing is happy.
But when she saw the words on the computer, she twitched her lips: "I didn't ask you, you don't want to be with me, you can't live without me."
Azhao: "What?"
Ling Bingbing looked away: "No, let's do it, but I will only give them half an hour to think of their lines before calling me."
Azhao: "Okay."
Ling Bingbing: "1,000 will be deducted for being late for one second."
Azhao: "No problem."
Watching Ah Zhao leave, Mr. Hao started typing on the keyboard again.
【Are you short of money? I'll give it to you】
Ling Bingbing raised her eyebrows: "Who is not lacking?"
"You can't make enough money, okay?"
Mr. Hao: [But...I can’t spend all the money I have now...]
Ling Bingbing:???
"You say it's human language?"
Mr. Hao; [I...I am a soul now.]
Ling Bingbing: Damn it, she was actually confused by what he said.
At this moment, she felt her hand being held by someone again.
Then, Mr. Hao clicked on the earliest folder containing his resume and clicked on another small program.
Looking at the constantly beating numbers above, Ling Bingbing frowned: "When did the number of seconds you loved me increase?"
"That's not right, the seconds are growing too fast, hundreds of seconds at a time."
Mr. Hao: [The unit is thousands.]
Ling Bingbing: "Ah?"
Mr. Hao: [Changes in my assets every second]
Mr. Hao: [I originally grew up faster, but... you used facial recognition on my trading account, and I can’t log in...]
Ling Bingbing:.......
Ling Bingbing: "You won't tell me that you are still paying money every day even though you are dead?"
Mr. Hao: [Yes, but before I could only leave the body for 15 minutes a day]
Ling Bingbing: "Can you still operate in 15 minutes?"
Mr. Hao: [At that time in the middle of the night, it’s time to speculate in U.S. stocks]
Ling Bingbing: "......"
Mr. Hao: [So you don’t have to worry about money. Our family can’t spend all the money. I also changed the limit of the unlimited card for you and directly connected it to my account. As long as you don’t buy a spaceship every day, you should be able to spend...
Not finished?]
Ling Bingbing was silent.
One second...
Two seconds...
A minute passed...
Just when Mr. Hao hesitated and pulled his wife's little finger again.
She suddenly withdrew her hand and gave her thigh a slap.