What to do if my mother is the heroine of a sadistic novel (Part 2) I can’t stand it anymore…
The little carp serves as a container for the little ghost, so they prosper and suffer together.
When the little ghost absorbs other people's luck, it will float out of the little carp's body for a short time. Catching the little ghost at this time will cause the least damage to the little carp's body and soul. It is the best time to catch the little ghost.
Big brother left, Xiao Zhou left, and now the movie queen has no one to absorb luck from. She should soon be looking for the next person to whose luck will be taken away.
Jiang Qingshu said that the little ghost's ability was limited and he could only use it at close range, so the first ones to bear the brunt were the crew members.
But for the next two days, the actress kept taking care of the little carp who had a fever, and no one in the crew had any bad luck again.
However, Xiaoliyu's condition did not improve, and his fever did not subside until the end of the variety show.
The little carp's condition became more and more serious, so he had to go to the hospital.
For a while, the hot search of "worrying about the little carp" remained popular on the list.
The film queen did not come to the lunch on the seventh day, but Xiaohua and Mr. Lu kept showing their goodwill to me, wanting to seize the opportunity to communicate with her in order to make a strategy. Xiaohua's overly proactive behavior was almost a collapse of her character, and the indifferent fish character she had created for a week was called into question.
But compared to the little stars, their behavior is still normal.
These past two days I would dream of my dream lover almost every time I closed my eyes, and the little star's imitation movements became more and more obvious. Mai Sui even discussed with his stepson in front of me what white moonlight and substitute literature are.
When the young celebrity was discussing cooperation with me, he repeatedly stated how important the restaurant was to him and openly exposed his weaknesses to me, fearing that I would not have any leverage over him and would not be able to control him.
According to the little star's voice, he only has five days in this world. Within five days, he must make me feel good about him, otherwise he will be forced to return. Now that time is running out, he is becoming more and more anxious.
In fact, I have been curious for a long time about how the system determines my favorability value.
I don't mind playing with him to get a deeper understanding of the system.
…
The lunch at the gathering was provided by the crew. After all, we had been struggling for funding for a week, and there was no reason for us to pay for the last meal ourselves.
Everyone seemed happy on the surface, but in fact they all had their own ulterior motives as they prepared for the last dinner together. Only the little celebrity showed a hint of imperfection on his face.
His character is that of a healing kitchen angel who cannot cook, which is equivalent to his skills being disabled.
I could hear his system announcements.
[There are twelve hours left before the return time. Please gain the president's favorability as soon as possible. ]
When people are anxious, they tend to make stupid moves.
When the waiter was serving the next dish, he said directly, "Please leave this dish over here."
The waiter was stunned for a moment, came over and placed the food between him and me.
There is a fixed order and position for serving dishes, so his words seemed a bit inappropriate.
The barrage of comments remained silent for a moment.
[Does the little angel like to eat fried celery? 】
[Does the rotating table need to be specifically asked to be walked around half a circle to be placed in front of him? Isn't it a bit of a spotlight? 】
[It feels a bit rude.]
[It's not rude, but I think it's a bit strange.]
[Me too - he asked the waiter to put the dish between him and the president. Didn't he want to eat it himself?]
The dishes were placed on the table. I turned my head to look over and made eye contact with him. He smiled at me with pursed lips, then looked away in panic, his face slightly red.
He was born clean, with a kind of innocence that seemed to be ignorant of the world. At this moment, a blush appeared on his face. The mixture of innocence and shyness easily aroused people's desire - whether it was the desire to protect him or the desire to abuse him.
I picked up a piece of celery and put it in my mouth. The celery was fried well, fresh and crisp.
[Did the waiter put fresh vegetables in front of me because he knew I liked them? ]
【It's kind of cute. 】
I thought so and listened carefully to his thoughts.
To no avail.
The system did not send out a report on the increase in favorability.
So I thought again.
[He is very similar to my lover, equally fascinating and lovable. ]
No announcement.
[I like him very much, I want to keep him by my side. ]
Still no broadcast.
It seems that the system cannot read my mind, and my fake happiness cannot be regarded as a sign of favorability.
What about action?
After three rounds of drinks, I got up and made an excuse to go to the bathroom.
The little star would not miss this opportunity, and sure enough, he quickly got up and followed.
I stood in front of the mirror, letting the clean water wash my hands, silently hoping that the little star would not try to do something intense in the toilet. However, given the previous attacker's special preference for toilets, I didn't hold out hope.
Especially since my assistant was not there, I did not have any disinfectant wipes with me.
The footsteps got closer, the door was pushed open, and I saw the face of the little star in the mirror.
He drank some wine during the banquet, and now his eyes and cheeks were flushed, like a harmless rabbit.
He saw me and smiled foolishly, "President."
I looked down at him, his eyes were misty under the light.
"You are drunk."
"I'm not drunk!"
I chuckled, "Drunks always say they're not drunk."
"I'm not drunk! If you don't believe me, test me!"
I tapped the water. “What’s this?”
"Water~"
"What about this?"
"Big Moon~"
I looked at the man who seemed to be drunk and unconscious and found it a little funny. I pointed at myself and asked, "What about me?"
He gave me a very bright smile, "My favorite person!"
It turns out you were waiting for me here.
As he spoke, he staggered and was about to fall towards me. Alarm bells rang in my heart and I stopped my steps in an attempt to avoid him and let him fall into my arms.
Shift! I can't keep the clothes anymore!
He twisted restlessly in my arms, and I watched my neatly ironed shirt turn into a rag.
I closed my eyes, lowered my voice and suppressed my anger, "You like me?"
He closed his eyes, as if in deep sleep, and said vaguely, "Yeah~ I like you~"
"who I am?"
"You are the president~"
I lowered my eyes and looked at him, very gently, "I like you too..."
The body in my arms stiffened for a moment.
I heard him anxiously urging the system to check the favorability, but the favorability still did not increase at all.
It seems that saying it won't work.
What if we follow his script and use him as a stand-in?
With this in mind, I added the second half of the sentence, "Because you look a lot like my former lover."
I tore him away from my arms and held his shoulders. "You are very similar to my lover, and some of your little habits are also similar. I don't know where you got this information from, and you want to use it to get closer to me."
“You succeeded.”
"Now, I'll give you a chance to be his substitute. I will regularly invest in your restaurant and promote your business to the circle."
"But don't ever try to replace him. I need you to remember your role. You are just a substitute."
"Promise?"
My tone didn't give him the right to refuse.
After a series of disbelief, tears, angry questioning, futile resistance and compromise, he signed the contract.
The contract draft was prepared by my assistant, who was hired as a consultant for our company with a monthly salary of one million.
Then he stood in front of me with tears in his eyes and forbearance.
[Will he let me fulfill my duties as a canary next? Will he kiss me? No, this kind of CEO will definitely say that I, a substitute, am not worthy of kissing him, and will probably let me kneel down to help him. ]
[Is it better for me to kneel directly, or should I struggle for a while before kneeling? ]
[System, is there any quick-learning book on ventriloquism in the mall? ]
My face turned dark.
After listening to his inner thoughts, I felt unclean all over and wanted to take a shower.
Can these strategy makers make a strategy manual and at least write down my mysophobia in it?
Kneel down to help me? Even the assistants have to wear gloves to touch me, how dare they...
Why did you think of an assistant?
I pressed his forehead and wiped his tears in a gentle manner, "Okay, go back. You've been out for long enough."
He was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head and left obediently.
I was standing in front of the sink, washing my hands vigorously, when the door was pushed open again.
This time it’s Xiaohua.
...Wait, this is the men's room, right?
Looking at Xiaohua who seemed to be so drunk that she didn't know which way was which, I closed the toilet door with a cold face.
But as soon as I returned to the mirror, the door was pushed open again.
This time it’s Mr. Lu.
He was wearing a black open-necked shirt today, which showed off his huge chest muscles.
When I saw him walking towards me, I felt something was wrong.
Sure enough, as soon as he turned around, he put his hands on the wall, blocking the way, and said in a bubbling voice that could compete with his nephew, with a smell of alcohol, "President, you look like an old friend of mine."
The slipper stuck in his throat sounded louder than the one stuck in my nephew’s throat.
His eyes were full of affection and he tried to touch my face with his hands, "You look a lot like my dead wife."
Um?
ha!
Great, the little star wants to be my stand-in, and Mr. Lu wants me to be his stand-in.
What is this? A substitute within a substitute?
I smiled and pushed his hand away, "Mr. Lu, you are drunk."
His voice was deep, "No! I'm not drunk!"
After saying that, he kissed her wildly.
The smell of alcohol, food, cigarettes, and perfume mixed together and rushed towards me——
Shift! Did he just eat leek dumplings?
Unable to bear it any longer, I kicked him out.
I started practicing self-defense at the age of five, but I didn't expect that I would use it not against kidnappers, but instead against unhygienic hooligans.
I kicked Mr. Lu and he flew away. He slid along the clean and smooth ground, and thoughtfully helped the cleaning staff to complete the secondary cleaning. He slid all the way to the gate and knocked it open.
The door suddenly opened, and behind the door, the faces of Xiao Mingxing and Xiao Hua appeared.
They were both stunned, with blank expressions, thinking quickly about how to explain the scene before them, but their nephew and lawyer had already hurried over.
The lawyer pulled his nephew and said, "Listen to me, the current situation is hard to explain, but you are still young, and the president certainly doesn't want you to go to him."
The nephew was strong and the lawyer was being dragged forward as if he were riding a dog sled. "You don't understand! My uncle's situation is special. I have to protect him!"
The two people who were arguing looked up and saw Mr. Lu lying on the ground. The toilet door was wide open. The shocked Xiaohua and Mr. Lu looked at me, and I finally realized that they were talking about the same thing.
Everyone standing and sitting fell into an unspeakable silence.
The old artist walked slowly, his voice coming before the person arrived, "Where are the people? Why are they all in the toilet? The tables are empty."
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