Intellectual retardation system: Even ancestors are afraid of crazy criticizers and gossip lovers

"Jin Mo~" A soft and gentle voice came from the door, with a hint of seductiveness.

Wen Jinmo turned around and looked at the pretty and charming woman. He stood up to meet her and said gently and considerately: "Ruoyun, why are you here?"

"I saw you haven't come out for a long time, so I came in to take a look."

"Don't worry...it'll be ready soon."

"Jin Mo, please don't embarrass Miss Li. She is not in good health..."

Wen Jiang: I can’t tell who will embarrass whom...

After Jiang Ruoyun said this, he found that the silence in the scene was terrifying. He felt as if he had said the wrong thing. His expression did not change. He turned to face the person sitting lazily on the sofa and said hello with a smile.

"Hello, Miss Li, I'm sorry to bother you."

Yanli looked at the visitor and said with some meaning: "This one is here to sit in a row together."

She really wanted to bring a few people over, she was so anxious... she missed the oil pans in her hometown.

She doesn't mind letting a group of people see their breasts and reunite with their loved ones.

Come on, don't be a coward.

Come on, let's die together.

Come on, let’s go to hell and sit in a row together...

This statement is very confusing to others, but Jiang Ruoyun thinks so.

The other two people didn't think so. Although the other party was lazy and looked non-threatening, they still remembered the feeling just now. They only had one thought: the other party was not as simple as it seemed.

"Jin Mo, let's sit down, or should we leave now?" Jiang Ruoyun would be a fool if she felt that the atmosphere was not right. Obviously she was not a fool, she felt the fear of the men around her.

How is it possible, why would an omnipotent man be afraid of a sick man?

Yanli looked at the two talented and beautiful people, showing affection in front of her, and combined their names. Something flashed through her memory. She didn't think about it for a moment, because she had been tortured in all kinds of ways to 'whitewash' her memory.

Only remember the gossip, not the irrelevant people.

Wen Jinmo found the other party and looked at his woman with a vague look. His eyes were dull for a moment, as if he was looking through something, but he blocked it imperceptibly.

Jiang Ruoyun mistook this move for protection and felt sweet in her heart.

In fact, Wen Jinmo meant protection. He thought Yanli was threatening him, and he in turn gave him a warning.

Yanli looked away, she just looked at it and concluded: Women look pitiable, but they are not as beautiful or as young as she is. Sure enough, she is the most beautiful!

At this moment, Yanli suddenly felt happy. Sure enough, looking at beautiful things can heal people, and thinking about beautiful things can also do the same.

He looked at Wen Jinmo again and said again: "What do you think, Mr. Wen?"

"Okay! I hope Miss Yan will keep her word!" Wen Jinmo agreed with hesitation.

"Within tomorrow..." Yan Li raised her hand again, feedback from the bottom of her heart that she really didn't like these people.

As soon as she raised her hand, the two people's attention was attracted by it. It wasn't until she rushed out of the door that they realized that the other party was chasing someone away.

"Hmph..." Wen Jinmo snorted coldly, as if trying to save face for himself, and pulled Jiang Ruoyun away.

Wen Jiang followed closely behind.

Jiang Ruoyun looked back at the woman on the sofa, always feeling that there was something disconnected and unknown.

As soon as the three of them left, the old man and the others came over from the garden.

Lin Yu quickly came to her daughter's side and said worriedly: "Daughter, he didn't make things difficult for you, right?"

"No, mom." Yan Li shouted naturally.

But Lin Yu always felt weird. Her daughter's expressions and movements were different, but she didn't want to admit it, so she deceived herself in her heart to cover up her daughter's abnormality.

"Is your daughter feeling uncomfortable there?"

"No, Mom, I'm fine. I'm going back to my room first." Yan Li stood up and walked upstairs.

Lin Yu looked at her daughter's back, looked at her husband, and hesitated for a moment without getting up.

Yanli left a few people who didn't know what to say, walked to the stairs, turned around and said: "By the way, Grandpa, the Wen family has sent you things. You should keep them all. This is what they should give."

Mr. Yan's face was complicated, and he suppressed the sadness and guilt in his heart, but he agreed naturally.

"it is good."

Yanli walked back to the room and lay down on the bed. It was almost noon, and he couldn't sleep, so he stood in front of the mirror again.

The weather was very good today. A ray of sun penetrated the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window and shone on her. She raised her hand to block the light.

Her eyes were burning, and she praised her hands: "Oh my god, my hands are so beautiful~"

Don't blame Yanli's hand control.

At this time, her fingers were slightly illuminated, soft and white, and it was hard to overstate her green and jade hands.

After admiring it, he put down his hands, raised his feet, and flexibly grasped them with each finger in the air. Although he was 1.6 meters and a half tall, his feet looked small, exquisite, white and delicate.

Appreciate your thighs, arms, hair again...

At first glance, it seems that it is well maintained.

Covering her heart, she closed her eyes to feel the beating, and finally sighed: "Sister, you are so beautiful! You are so alive!"

Yanli is not just a hand control, she is purely narcissistic, and her narcissism is a little pathological.

Until he felt discomfort in his stomach, Yanli stood up, opened the door and walked downstairs.

Lin Yu placed her chopsticks and found her daughter who was coming downstairs. The emotions and expressions in her eyes were complicated for a moment, and she naturally greeted her: "Xiaoyan, come to eat..."

"Okay, mom..." Yanli didn't care about the change of title, and sat directly on the empty seat, obediently waiting for the meal.

The old man sitting in the upper seat said: "Xiaoyan, eat..."

Yan Shaohui patted the hand of the person sitting next to him, as if to comfort him, but looked at his daughter opposite with a loving expression and said, "Xiao Yan, these are the dishes you like to eat, and they are all made by your mother."

Yan Li picked up a piece and tasted it. It was indeed delicious and to her liking. She thanked the person who worked hard to cook: "Thank you, Mom, the cooking is delicious..."

"Eat more if it's delicious."

The old man didn't speak, just looked at this heartwarming scene.

It had been a long time since I had eaten any delicious food. As Yanli gradually became satisfied with his stomach, his mood became more stable, his soul became calmer, and he looked completely normal.

The three of them quietly looked at Yanli who was eating deliciously. She liked to eat everything, including things she didn't like before...

They always had smiles on their faces, and their eyes were sometimes dull, always looking at the empty seat next to Yanli, with a vaguely suppressed sadness.

It was as if there was someone in that position who could no longer be seen.

After Yanli finished his meal, he ate in the garden. He hadn't eaten for a long time, so he ate too much.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the villa, a figure looked at her until a tall figure appeared behind him, put his arm around her shoulders and left the window.

Yanli looked back and saw the backs of the two of them, then turned back to continue eating.

Silently reciting "Personal attributes..."

A translucent window pops up.

Name: Yanli

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Physique: 5? (The plague chicken among the weak chickens)

HP: June 6 (What a powerful short-lived ghost)

Special ability: Cannot die until health reaches zero.

Silently saying "Mission..."

Another translucent window popped up, with the word "task" displayed at the top and a sentence in the middle.

The system is being updated and repaired...

"The mentally retarded system..."

Yanli watched the translucent window retract and spent the day leisurely.

Until I was woken up by the system prompt in the morning.

"Ding, the system has been repaired and the main mission has been sent out: Female Supporting Counterattack."

It’s still the same recipe, it’s still the same broken sentences, it’s a different main mission.

"You are so willful, mentally retarded! You can change the main mission at will..." Yanli stretched out and felt the world as if he were a new person. There was no echo around him, and the restlessness in his soul completely calmed down.

The mechanical system mocked unconsciously and continued to assign tasks.

"Ding, main mission one: Say to Wen Jinmo: break off the engagement, you will definitely regret it! The mission is successful and you will gain three days of health."

At this time, there is a little more life left than yesterday, about two hours left.

"Dong dong dong" knocked on the door.

"Xiaoyan, someone from the Wen family is here."

Yan Li sat up, not paying attention to the changed title, and replied: "Come right away."

People outside turned and left.

Yan Li came to the armrest again. Unlike yesterday, there were a lot less people today.

The hero didn't come either, only his assistant negotiated with the old man.

But it was long overdue.

Yanli thought that the other party would stuff an atomic bomb in his bag, come for nuclear peace, and set off fireworks to protect his domineering boss's face.

It seems that it is nothing more than this. The oppression of one soul actually makes the other party afraid.

The assistant looked up and saw that the people upstairs seemed inscrutable and found nothing all day long.

The president was already furious. He couldn't determine what other identity the other party had, so he could only endure it in frustration...

The other party really knew too much. Every date mentioned corresponded to Wenjia Village's gathering and some kind of special day.

How could outsiders know this!

There is only one possibility... a traitor!

Wen Jiang denied this idea again.

……

The poor assistant didn’t know that there was indeed a traitor, and he was their ancestor~

He was tricked by his eighteenth generation ancestors.

Others are most often tricked by their grandson, or their grandson is tricked by their grandpa.

They are special and were tricked by their ancestors...