The host of fast transmigration, she floated away

Chapter 789 Substitute the original heroine? 8
Yan Yuanzhou obviously didn't expect Wu Xin to answer like this. He looked at Wu Xin's leaving figure, moved his lips, and said nothing in the end.

"Uncle, the light is green." Seeing that his uncle hadn't started the car, An Hang reminded him.

Rong Yu withdrew his gaze from looking at Wuxin, continued to hold the steering wheel, and started the car.

……

After school in the afternoon, Wuxin went to the Internet cafe to turn on a machine, and then received a few orders.

Seeing the content of the order, Wuxin was a little skeptical about life.

Could it be that this is the legendary ape dung?

The content of the order actually requires you to check yourself.

yyz: The person in the picture, I want all her information【Picture】

The back view of Wu Xin holding milk tea and leaving.

Wu Xin let out a light tsk, this strong overbearing CEO style.

Then I sent all the information about the original owner from childhood to adulthood.

If you have money but don't make a bastard, you can still sell your own information when necessary.

After sending all the original owner's information, let him transfer the money to a virtual account.

The account was just created by her, and as soon as the money arrives, it will be automatically transferred to the original owner's account.

Three minutes after the information was sent, the other party sent a screenshot.

is the transfer record.

Inadvertently closed the window and opened the next order.

When she saw the next order, Wuxin fell silent again.

Floating creature language: Just ask for her basic information, name, contact information, home address, and places she often goes to [picture]

The picture is the photo on the original master's student ID card.

Wu Xin stretched out her hand to touch her chin, then typed out a line of words casually.

Xinyue ups and downs: name: Xiao Xuanyan; contact information: not available at the moment; home address: No. 25, xx lane, xx street, city C; a student of a middle school in city C, places he often goes to: city hospital, school, home.

After editing, Wuxin clicked his tongue lightly, and clicked send.

Soon, the other party replied.

Floating Biolanguage: No contact information?
Xinyue ups and downs: too poor to afford a mobile phone

Wuxin casually typed out a few words, then continued to look at other lists.

Because she was number one on the list in seconds yesterday, this incident caused a wave of enthusiasm in the community, and it gave her publicity.

I placed a lot of orders, picked up a few orders inadvertently, and then turned off the phone and left.

When I walked out of the Internet cafe, it was already 06:30. In late spring and early summer, it got dark late, so the sky was still bright.

I caught the bus home, started cooking, and then headed to the hospital with my schoolbag and food box on my back.

When she walked into the ward, she saw Xiao Xia who was reading a book.

"Mom." Wuxin pushed open the ward door and called.

"Yanyan, here we come." Xiao Xia glanced sideways at Wuxin and smiled.

Compared to yesterday, my face looks a little better today, and the sadness between my eyebrows seems to have faded a little.

"Eat." Wu Xin walked to the bed, set up the dining table on the bed, and put the lunch box on it.

"Yanyan, mom has something to tell you." Xiao Xia looked up at Wuxin and said.

"Tell me." Wuxin said while opening the lunch box.

"Yanyan, Mom, after thinking about it, let's not cure this disease." Xiao Xia said in a negotiating tone.

"Live with peace of mind, I have already paid the medical expenses, and I can't refund them." Wu Xin said casually, and then stuffed the chopsticks into Xiao Xia's hands.

"Yanyan, you... where did you get the money from?" Xiao Xia looked at Wuxin.

"Don't worry, I didn't break the law." Wuxin pointed to the food box, motioned for Xiao Xia to eat, and then continued, "I've done my homework."

When Xiao Xia heard this, a trace of melancholy appeared between her brows.

Not as light as yesterday's melancholy.

(End of this chapter)