Chapter 323 The weeds on the grave are three feet high
If it weren't for the Internet celebrity faces that have led to the rapid increase in the incidence of "prosopagnosia" in recent years, but they are still completely good-looking within the scope of public aesthetics, and have a very proud figure, I would think that they would be quietly The probability of watching will be very high.
Especially in crowded places.
For example...the airport.
Wearing a pair of sunglasses, this person frequently turned his hands to look at the hands of the watch on his wrist. He also frequently looked at the exit position of the landing plane.
Suddenly, this person suddenly opened his legs and walked quickly past the exit.
You must have finally found the person you wanted to wait for, right? I wonder if that man is so lucky that he allows her to wait here so hard?
Is that the successful man who simply carries a carry-on duffel bag? Or is he the pot-bellied guy who just came out and has the phone hanging in his ear talking non-stop? Or what about the father who is slowly walking out with his child in hand?
"Nothing..."
It turned out to be a man who looked slightly thin and simply carried a backpack... maybe he was a big boy.
She suddenly opened her hands, seemingly wanting to give the boy a good hug - no matter what the relationship between the two is, this is something that makes people enviable, isn't it?
Unexpectedly, when she was about to hug him, the big boy suddenly took a step back, causing her to jump away.
So she froze on the spot, holding her hands in the air.
This is so fucking embarrassing!
What a waste of natural resources! ! asshole! ! ! Some men are feeling regretful.
……
"Didn't you say you don't need to pick me up?" Luo Qiu looked at Ren Ziling.
He planned to return to the club directly after getting off the plane. Just before getting off the plane, Boss Luo's eyebrows suddenly jumped, and he felt that something bad was waiting for him.
Sure enough.
Deputy Editor Ren suddenly said pitifully: "I ran out secretly and came here at the risk of being fired by my boss..."
Boss Luo said calmly: "It's a miracle that you haven't been fired in the past few years."
Ren Ziling acted as if she hadn't heard anything and said even more pitifully: "Do you know how many tickets I got?"
Boss Luo sighed and said: "Uncle Ma, thank you for your hard work."
Ren Ziling almost choked and said: "Do you know that I didn't even have lunch?"
Luo Qiu pointed to his lips and said calmly: "Before you say this, wipe your mouth. I don't remember you having such greasy lip gloss."
Deputy Editor Ren then showed out the third finger on his right hand, "Damn! Do you still have to live a good life!!!"
"Thank you for your hard work." Boss Luo finally smiled and said softly.
Deputy Editor Ren's resentment seemed to be wiped away all at once, and his eyes narrowed slightly under his brown glasses, "What did you just say? I couldn't hear you."
"I didn't say anything, let's go. Now that we're here." Luo Qiu shook his head and walked past Ren Ziling.
Deputy Editor Ren, who had not had enough of this warm greeting between relatives, immediately stopped and rubbed his palms... I really wanted to pinch this guy's ears!
"By the way, where is Yuye? Why can't I see her?"
Her ears were not pinched in the end. She walked quickly to Luo Qiu's side, raised her head slightly and asked.
"She has something to do, so she will take one shift before me."
"That's it..." Ren Ziling complained: "You didn't tell me earlier that I had reserved a seat and planned to cater to you! You must not be used to eating abroad... Hey, wait for me. ! Brat, wait for me! Hey... By the way, have you grown taller? "
……
In Deputy Editor Ren's car, Ren Ziling rubbed her palms and was about to put her hands on the steering wheel. She licked her lips and was about to step on the accelerator the next moment.
Of course, step on it vigorously.
"Do you have the habit of wearing sunglasses while driving?" Unexpectedly, Luo Qiu in the passenger seat asked abruptly, "Today is cloudy."
Ren Ziling suddenly smiled, turned her head, blinked her eyes, and waved her hands in a V-shape, showing off her goosebumps-inducing cuteness, and said softly: "Don't you think I'm so beautiful now?"
Luo Qiu shook his head and easily took off the sunglasses from Ren Ziling's face with his hand. Ren Ziling's smile suddenly stopped.
She lowered her head, looking like a defeated dog, "Report to the boss, I was wrong... I shouldn't have stayed up late for three days in a row."
"Let's drive." Luo Qiu sighed and hung up Ren Ziling's sunglasses.
"Aren't you angry?" Ren Ziling said in shock.
"Didn't you just say you were hungry?" Luo Qiu shook his head and said, "I also want to eat something. Now that you have reserved a place, don't waste it."
"Oh yeah!"
The red MINI-CLUBMAN suddenly drove onto the airport highway.
When did it start... that the roles between guardian and ward began to reverse? Looking at the regressed scenery, Luo Qiu couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
When Ren Ziling saw that Luo Qiu was silent, she habitually turned on the radio on the car audio.
"...Our latest report is that a young man fell from a building and died around 3:30 today. It is suspected that he committed suicide. The deceased..."
Ren Ziling subconsciously turned her voice louder.
"The deceased is said to be a student from No. 1 High School in the city. The possibility of homicide is currently ruled out. It is understood that the deceased may have been emotionally unstable due to excessive study pressure..."
Hearing this, Ren Ziling suddenly muttered: "Suicide again? Why have so many people committed suicide recently?"
"Recently?" Luo Qiu looked over.
Ren Ziling nodded and said: "Yes, you are in your fourth year, right? They are all students... Is the study pressure so great now? It always feels weird..."
"Look at the road..."
"Ah? Wow! Damn! Can you drive! An experienced driver!!"
……
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Hey~（hey~）
In the lobby of the club, an old record player of unknown production age is playing a song called "Come-And-Get-Your-Love".
Along with the rhythm, in front of the lobby bar, Taiyinzi was holding a glass of tequila. He was still wearing tight pants, but no longer had an afro, and was rocking slowly, enjoying himself very much.
By the way, Taiyinzi will also sing a few lines along with it, although the tone is obedient.
Unlike those dark soul messengers who completely belong to the club, as an old ghost who only signed a five-hundred-year term, Taiyinzi feels that at most he is an expatriate... It doesn't seem to matter if he doesn't have to work so hard.
Besides, relying on performance to reach the top, stepping down the maid in the club and successfully ascending to the top... I have long given up on this unrealistic idea.
How good is it now?
The boss is not here, and neither is the maid with a black heart. You can do whatever you want, it’s simply not a sour day - the days when the boss is not here.
"Hey~(hey~)...Come~And~Get~You~Love...Hey~"
While shaking slowly, Taiyinzi slowly moved his body and came to Qin Chuyu - this woman disappeared for a while, but came back after a while. It's a pity that the boss had already gone on a trip by then.
However, as someone with the right to temporarily live in the club, Taiyinzi could not do anything to Qin Chuyu...Yu Sanniang even if she was unwilling in every possible way.
Besides...it can't be beaten at all.
But how could five hundred years of imprisonment be blown away by the wind? I can't beat you, am I still disgusted with you? You know you don't like such a noisy environment.
Want to use the mysterious power of the club to temper your character? How could Taiyinzi, who saw through Qin Chuyu's thoughts at a glance, let her meditate with peace of mind so easily?
“Hey~Hey~”
Taiyinzi circled Qin Chuyu, his voice becoming more and more unrestrained - he knew that Qin Chuyu had no way to deal with him, so he became more and more proud.
Qin Chuyu, who was closing his eyes to rest his mind, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, and said indifferently: "Aren't you afraid that your boss will come back and blame you if you are doing nothing and not doing your job properly?"
"Hey, humble servant, it's been five hundred years, haven't you heard the old saying that the mountains are high and the emperor is far away?" Taiyinzi said disdainfully: "I tell you! The master is not here now, and the other black soul messengers are not here either! Here I am the biggest, do you know?”
"Just you?" Qin Chuyu glanced indifferently.
Five hundred years ago, Taiyinzi couldn't stand the contemptuous look in this humble servant's eyes. It was unbearable five hundred years ago, let alone now.
Taiyinzi sneered and said: "Why not let the old Taoist do it? I am the envoy transformed by the master personally, and I am the legitimate person here! And you, at most, are just a shameless tenant who stays here... No, you Not even a tenant! ”
Qin Chuyu said nothing and slowly closed his eyes.
Taiyinzi had no intention of disturbing Qin Chuyu's state of mind. At this time, he came closer, lowered his head, and said with a sinister smile: "Although you can stay here, you are not just a servant! You know you are a servant. What? That’s what you use to serve others! You bastard, why don’t you serve me like a maid?”
"Oh...really?"
"Yeah! That's right." Taiyinzi nodded and happily took a sip of the tequila in the cup... But before he could swallow it, he felt something was wrong.
The voice that just responded to him didn't seem to be the voice of Qin Chuyu, a cheap servant? But it's obviously a woman's voice... In addition to this bitch, there are also women's voices.
"Besides, the voice is so familiar...Miss Yu, Yuye!" Taiyinzi, who turned around in confusion, suddenly stiffened.
The cup in his hand suddenly failed to hold firmly and fell directly from his palm. But the cup finally landed and slowly flew into the maid's hand.
Youye smiled slightly, walked slowly to Taiyinzi, and said softly: "Hold it carefully, don't be careless next time. Oh, it's almost finished. Can I add some more to you? Taiyinzi... "My lord."
The gentle tone made Taiyinzi feel as if he had eaten a thousand-year-old piece of ice, and the cold air rushed from the bottom of his feet to his forehead, "No, you're welcome..."
The maid smiled slightly and said: "It's okay. As you said, a person like me wearing a maid uniform is a servant. Although I didn't grow up in the East, the 'servant' still understands and understands What does it do? Of course a servant should serve others, right? I’ll bring you some foot-washing water, okay?”
The five-hundred-year-old ghost's legs suddenly weakened and he knelt on the ground, begging for mercy in a very down-to-earth manner: "Miss Youye, please, please let me go..."
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Taiyinzi seemed to see the weeds three feet high on his grave...
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