Transmigrating to the Eighties to Make Money and Lie Flat

A 28-year-old carefree full-time purchasing agent, Xu Mengyao, transmigrated into a book! And she became the tragic second sister of the lucky female protagonist!

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Chapter 1: Experience a Real Dream?

She stepped tremblingly onto the stone slab, mentally preparing herself: It's okay, I'll just need to pee quickly and I'll wake up.

Two minutes later, her legs felt numb and she was panicking. Why wasn't he waking up yet?

"Second sister, why aren't you well yet? Do you need to poop? You don't even have toilet paper with you!"

"Okay, okay-_-||" Xu Mengyao stood up tremblingly, holding up her pants, and ran out of the deep pit.

"Xia! Wenxia! Where have you been again?"

"Mom, I'm accompanying my second sister to the toilet," the little girl said as she pulled her a few quick steps and sent her back to the house.

Xu Mengyao, who was sitting on the bed, was confused. Something was wrong. This was very wrong. She had already gone to the bathroom, so why hadn't he woken up yet?

A head popped over and looked at her, "Second sister, are you crazy?"

At this time, a clear and beautiful female voice came: "Huang Wenxia! You deserve a beating! How can you talk like that!"

A beautiful teenage girl with a student hairstyle came in carrying a cloth bag.

"Hehe, big sister, you're out of school. I was playing with my second sister, so I just teased her." The little girl said while laughing and scratching her head, her mischievous spirit couldn't be suppressed.

"I think you will be a troublemaker if you don't fight for a day." The girl glanced at the little girl with her almond-shaped eyes and said angrily. The latter made a face at her and quickly ran out the door.

Then the girl pinched her hand and said, "Wenjuan, why are your hands so cold? I'll go see if the meal is ready. You go to bed and keep warm first." After saying that, she went out.

Xu Mengyao lay straight on the bed, with the three bold characters "Huang Wenxia!" playing in her mind in a loop.

She closed her eyes tightly, unwilling to face the hopeless situation.

I thought to myself, "My hands aren't just cold, my heart is freezing! Damn it, am I transmigrating into a book? Oh my god, please, God, the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother, the Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and all the gods, please take me back! I'll offer sacrifices to you all one by one when I get back! Please save the child!"