Chapter 1 Wedges
I don't know when, a flower shop opened in a remote corner here, and there are all kinds of seasonal flowers in it.

This flower shop looks ordinary from the outside, the only unusual thing is that only souls can visit this shop.

Today, the florist ushered in its first order.

"A guest is coming, a guest is coming."

On the copper shelf at the eaves of the door, a cockatiel poked its head and yelled inside.

The front of the flower shop was empty, but the second after the parrot finished speaking these two sentences, there was an extra woman in front of the glass door.

The woman's name is Chuchu, she is wearing a broken dress, she has good features, her hands are around her chest, she is charming.

The parrot spread its wings and made a gesture of invitation to Chuchu, with a strange tone: "Please come in, guest."

Chu Chu hesitated for a moment, then opened the glass door and walked into the flower shop.

The flower shop was fragrant and elegant but silent, she looked around delicately, and finally found a girl in the corner.

The girl looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a gothic lace skirt.

Wearing a decorative bowler hat of the same color, he curled up on the single sofa, his eyes closed, his skin was white and transparent, and his head was tilted slightly.

A section of red velvet rope is exposed from the graceful neck, which has an alternative beauty, and the whole person is like a midnight elf.

A needle was inserted into the back of one hand, and the other end of the needle was connected to a bag containing some kind of transparent liquid, which slowly flowed through the thin tube.

Chu Chuxin said that it should be glucose.

When Chu Chu was hesitating whether to wake her up, the other party had already opened her eyes, which were bottomlessly dark.

"Hello, is this the store manager Luo Banyue?" Chuchu took out a business card with some embarrassment: "This is given to me by a person who claims to be a soul guide, and he said that my conditions have met the requirements for coming here." ..."

The girl sat up, lazily reached out to take the business card, and said softly:
"Actually, I'm her younger sister, Luo Xingchen, but it's the same, I'll take your order."

Luo Xingchen motioned for Chuchu to sit opposite her. Apart from a pot of sweet and sour fruit tea, there was only a stack of A4 paper with black letters on a white background and a pen on the small round table between the two of them.

Holding the teapot with one hand, she poured a cup of fruit tea for Chu Chu, and then pulled out the needle on the back of her hand.

Because the action was a little rough, a string of bright red blood beads appeared on the back of the porcelain-like hand.

Luo Xingchen lowered his eyelashes, covered a square handkerchief on it, and pressed it lightly with two fingers, raised his head and shyly pursed the corners of his lips to Chuchu:

"The guest laughed."

Chu Chu quickly shook her head.

Luo Xingchen pushed the pen and paper towards Chuchu, and spoke softly to get to the point:

"Our flower shop is a branch of 'Quick Wear jzy' here. Although it is called a flower shop, all flowers are not for sale. The main job is to help fulfill the wishes of customers.

Of course, there is a certain fee to be charged.

The contract has been clearly written, the guest should take a good look. "

Chu Chu's hand holding the A4 paper was trembling, and the spirit was attracted, and the one who was attracted was naturally the soul.

She had been dead for a long time, and today she finally had the chance to counterattack.

After reading it at a glance, the store manager helped her fulfill her wish, and she paid the price with her soul.

At the bottom of the A4 paper are five to ten blank lines for her to fill in her name and wish.

Holding the pen, Chu Chu wrote a few lines on it with a "swipe brush".

Then he pushed the pen and paper back: "I've filled it out." In his tone, there was a sense of relief that a boulder fell to the ground.

Luo Xingchen glanced at her, and Chu Chu's wish was very simple: to protect her family, to protect herself, and to make her illegitimate daughter pay the price.

She nodded with a smile, as a response, and the fun began...

 Manual demining:
  1. No hero, no hero, no hero

  2. The heroine is sick and delicate, the deep sister-in-law is hopeless, and the three views are not correct (the kind that can destroy the world for everything she cares about)
  3. Please do not raise the author's three views on the three views of the work. It is a product of the second-year middle school. Now I look back and feel embarrassed to death. If you mind, don't enter
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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