Lang Zongyi's lips twitched.
You could tell Yan Jiu was being deliberate.
But then he thought about the effects of the Meng Po soup.
Lang Zongyi didn't seem to care much: "The money will be deducted from your card."
Yan Jiu earned a delivery fee.
He became cheerful and even took the initiative to deliver the package to Lang Zongyi's table.
Yan Jiu looked around at the decor, which, like Lang Zongyi himself, was cold and aloof.
In the spirit of humanitarianism.
Yan Jiu also reminded Lang Zongyi not to drink too much.
Lang Zongyi opened the package, took out a glass bottle, and said neither that he would drink it himself nor that anyone else would. He simply said, "I heard that Director Yan burned a batch of communication equipment for the underworld."
Yan Jiu was happy to share this cash cow with Lang Zongyi: "Want to invest? It's a sure thing, and since we're in the same business, I'll give you the lion's share of the profits."
Lang Zongyi: Stop with your gluttonous attitude.
He couldn't help but smile.
Yan Jiu said, "I'm being very serious."
Lang Zongyi nodded: "I was smiling very seriously too."
Yan Jiu: "..." You'd better pray day and night that you're my senior brother!
Lang Zongyi pondered: "If I die after making the investment, what benefits will I receive, such as being guided by a personal underworld messenger?"
Yan Jiu paused.
It's not about welfare.
It was the death that Lang Zongyi spoke of.
She almost forgot that Lang Zongyi would die young.
Yan Jiu stared intently at the person in front of her. She was just a little short of being able to examine Lang Zongyi's bone structure, determine his fate, and ascertain whether he was her senior brother.
then.
Today, all members of the Special Bureau heard strange noises coming from their Director's office.
"Don't move."
"It will be better soon."
"Believe me."
"I will be very gentle!"
Everyone in the Special Task Force: "!!!"
They pricked up their ears and crept quietly to the office door, eager to hear what was destined to be an extraordinary night.
Then I heard it.
A series of crackling sounds rang out.
In the office.
Yan Jiu was being chased by a rope.
The farce of reading bones only ended when Yan Jiu was firmly bound by the Spirit-Binding Rope.
Lang Zongyi's emerald eyes, which usually held a touch of authority, were now tinged with anger at Yan Jiu's recklessness.
His neck, which was neither fair nor wheat-colored, flushed red, almost revealing his suppressed emotions as the veins on his neck stood out.
Lang Zongyi took off his suit jacket.
He rolled up his sleeves little by little, revealing the bronze-cast muscles on his arms.
Without the suit jacket to cover him, you could clearly see his muscles making the clothes look a bit tight around his chest.
He loosened his tie.
His lips were pursed into a thin line.
His face bore the accusation of lechery.
Yan Jiu explained earnestly, "I really wasn't being a pervert."
If patience has levels.
Lang Zongyi has jumped from LV.0 to LV.9.
After Yan Jiu finished speaking, she consciously fell silent. She didn't intend to flirt with the edge of courting death.
Lang Zongyi narrowed his eyes and said only, "Compared to saying you can't see through my face and need to examine my bones, is the excuse of being a rogue more credible? What do you think?"
How could a master like Yan Jiu, who is so unassuming and unfathomable, not be able to see through his appearance?
Is such a lame excuse for real?
Lang Zongyi was too embarrassed to say it aloud.
Yan Jiu was tied up like a rice dumpling.
Actually, she didn't want to be lectured by Lang Zongyi, but she couldn't wait for Lang Zongyi to let her examine her bones.
Who knows about Lang Zongyi's physique?
What if something unexpected happens one day?
She had to make a decision before Lang Zongyi died.
What if Lang Zongyi really is her senior brother, and for some reason he doesn't remember her? Where will she go to regret it then?
so.
Yan Jiu's rudeness is quite reasonable.
The attempt to examine the bones was unsuccessful.
She had no choice but to take the opportunity to confirm in another way.
Yan Jiu stared intently at Lang Zongyi: "What did you like most when you were 6 to 13 years old?"
She firmly believes that even if people forget some memories, they will never forget some deep-rooted affections.
Just like her.
The memory of her senior brother is fading, but she still remembers the senior brother who doted on her.
Lang Zongyi rubbed his brows and remained silent: "Only you can find topics so precisely that they're about age."
He remained silent for a while.
The topic shifted a bit too quickly.
Yan Jiu's transfer was too abrupt.
Do you also like to draw?
"Do you also like stinky tofu?"
Lang Zongyi, who has never liked animation pens or eaten stinky tofu, frankly said, "I don't like it."
Yan Jiu was struck dumb.
Her senior brother liked her.
Lang Zongyi, however, did not like it.
Senior Brother ≠ Lang Zongyi! ?
Yan Jiu's heart sank to the bottom.
Did she mistake someone for someone else?
It can't be that her senior brother likes it because she likes it, right?
Lang Zongyi looked at Yan Jiu, who was dejected and bewildered. This was the first time he had ever seen Yan Jiu so helpless, like a child.
Just because of one sentence he said?
Lang Zongyi had just opened his mouth when he said, "You..."
Yan Jiu broke free of the spirit-binding ropes without expression.
She exuded an aloofness.
It carries a sense of estrangement from others, as if drawing a line between oneself and others.
Yan Jiu said sincerely, "I apologize for my rudeness."
Lang Zongyi pursed his lips and remained silent. He had received the apology he deserved, but he felt no joy whatsoever.
The atmosphere reached its peak.
Yan Jiu opened the door and went out.
Ma Weiwei and the others rolled into the office like dumplings.
Yan Jiu walked past the crowd and left.
Standing on the crisscrossing streets.
System: [Is the host alright?]
The wind brought the first snow of the year to the world.
The falling snow mirrored Yan Jiu's mood.
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