My Corpse is Bohemian

After chatting with Mrs. Dong, and checking her vital signs, An Bu was ready to leave after confirming that there was no problem.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Dong Chengshao walking over with two grim old men.

"Get out of the way." Dong Chengshao yelled at Anbu.

Seeing this posture, An Bu was obviously looking for trouble. She quietly stepped aside and let them in.

The three walked to the bed, and one of the bald old men said to Mrs. Dong on the bed, "Brother and sister, are you feeling better?"

Mrs. Dong stared blankly at the ceiling and entered a state of dementia.

"Chengshao, has your mother always been like this?" The bald old man looked at Dong Chengshao.

Dong Chengshao shrugged: "Yes, every time I come here, she always looks like this."

The bald old man said to the old man in the tunic suit next to him: "I'm afraid she can't even write a will. How to deal with the inheritance issue?"

The old man in the tunic suit replied: "Our Dong family's inheritance should naturally be inherited by the Dong family, even if there is no will, it doesn't matter. This house, including the company's shares, will be inherited by Cheng Shao. As for Jiayi, she is going to marry anyway, leave it to her. A dowry of one or two million will do."

Jiayi is Mrs. Dong's daughter and the one who hired An Bu.

"It's up to the two uncles to decide this matter." Dong Chengshao said with great joy.

An Bu noticed a slight change in Mrs. Dong's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

The two old men chatted beside Mrs. Dong's bed, discussing the inheritance and future affairs as if no one else was there.

The Dong family is a big family with old-fashioned ideas and preference for sons over daughters. After Mrs. Dong got married, she gave birth to only one daughter, and she has nothing to do after that. Dong's elders were very dissatisfied, and finally decided to adopt a boy from the family's uncle's nephew to them, namely Dong Chengshao. He was already 12 years old at the time, so how could he really regard Mrs. Dong as his mother?

An Bu couldn't understand this practice, so he worked hard to raise his son for others, and he had to inherit his own property. Mrs. Dong may not be willing, but she finally accepted the arrangement. Now that the destiny is approaching, she may want to do something for her daughter, so she will pretend to be stupid and avoid the coercion of the others in the Dong family.

Looking at the time, Dong Chengshao and the three have been here for half an hour, and An Bu said, "Three, Mrs. Dong needs to rest, and please go out and talk."

The two old men looked at An Bu with dissatisfaction.

Dong Chengshao scolded: "When the master is talking, why are you interrupting?"

"It's almost lunch time, do you three want to stay for dinner?"

The two old men frowned, got up and said, "No, it's time for us to leave. Cheng Shao, you can go with us too."

Dong Chengshao responded, then glared at An Bu, and followed the two old men out of the room.

An Bu knew why they left, because Miss Dong didn't want to see them, and it would be embarrassing if they met.

"Are you gone?" Mrs. Dong asked wearily.

"Yeah." An Bu lowered the curtains, and the quasi-god returned to the bed and poured Mrs. Dong a glass of warm water.

Mrs. Dong waved her trembling hand: "You go back too, I'm a little tired."

"Then you have a good rest." An Bu did not insist, and left after a few words.

She could probably guess the reason why Mrs. Dong was acting stupid, because she wanted to use this time to secretly make a will. If others were noticed in advance, she and Miss Dong would have to face a lot of pressure.

However, this is someone else's family business, An Bu is not interested in it, I believe that Mrs. Dong has her own plans.

When he got home, Jian Ningxuan went out on business, An Bu cooked a loving dinner, and then took a photo and sent it to him, so that he could understand the spirit. A few minutes later, there was also a picture over there. The background was the dinner that An Bu had just sent, but the food on the plate had become a photo of the cat owner, which also made her understand the spirit.

An Bu smiled and immediately made a cat face cake, waiting for someone to come back to feed it.

After 11 o'clock in the evening, Jian Ningxuan came home, took a bath, put on comfortable pajamas, and then the two of them each held a piece of cat face cake and sat on the sofa to watch a movie.

They were watching "I Have a Date with a Zombie" (parallel world version). The male protagonist in the play is an immortal zombie, and the female protagonist is a warlock who slays demons and defends the way. The two fell in love and killed each other, and finally perished together.

An Bu asked, "Mr. Jane, if one day you fell in love with a zombie, what would you do?"

"Marry her." Jian Ningxuan replied succinctly.

Hello, should I think about it before answering?

"That's a zombie!" An Bu looked at him in amazement, "Aren't you afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of, she loves me anyway."

"Loving each other doesn't mean being able to be together. You don't match your age and life expectancy. In addition, you have to worry about whether she will harm society."

"Zombies will harm society mainly because of hunger. Just feed her." Jian Ningxuan put her arm in front of An Bu, "You can drink my blood as you like."

An Bu: "...I don't drink human blood."

Jian Ningxuan put down his hands regretfully: "A zombie who doesn't even drink human blood, what harm to society is he talking about?"

An Bu: "..." To be honest, do you know something?

"You really don't care about that?" she asked again uncertainly.

Jian Ningxuan touched her head: "I was planning to live alone for life."

Then what?

"After I met you, I knew I couldn't keep my virginity."

Anbu: "..."

"You said, I even gave you the proud virgin body, what else should I care about?"

What is there to be "proud" about being a virgin? !

An Bu couldn't believe that Jian Ningxuan would talk nonsense in a serious manner.

"Since that's the case," she turned over, straddled his lap, and covered it with a red seal, "then I'll be welcome, choose an auspicious day to pass by."

Jian Ningxuan's eyes sparkled: "It's up to you."

The next day, An Bu came to Dong's house full of energy, walked into the bedroom, and found that the two old men from yesterday were here again. In addition, there are several people who do not know each other, all of whom should be direct relatives of the Dong family.

"Brother and sister, where did you put the key to the treasure room?" the bald old man leaned into her ear and asked.

Mrs. Dong's face was blank, her mouth murmured indistinctly.

"What did you say? Be louder?" the bald old man asked again, raising his voice.

An Bu looked at them coldly, do these people think that Mrs. Dong will die tomorrow, so they are in a hurry to come over and talk? It's so deceiving!

"What are you doing here?" She pushed her wheelchair to the side of the bed and said lightly, "I'm sorry, I'm going to take Mrs. Dong out for a walk now, please get out of the way."

The bald old man looked up at her: "Are you the hospice nurse that Jiayi invited?"

"Yes."

"It's really rich and nowhere to spend, people are dying, what else is there to toss?" The bald old man sneered at the profession of hospice caregiver.

An Bu went back unceremoniously: "Yeah, the ultimate destiny of people is death. Since that's the case, what are you tossing about here? Just stay at home and wait for the end of your life."

These words are poisonous enough, and the bald old man's face flushed with anger, and he pointed at her and said angrily, "How did you talk?"

"It doesn't matter what I say, what matters is how you treat a seriously ill old man." In terms of age, An Bu was a few rounds older than them, so there was no need to take their face into consideration.

"Good girl, why are you so uneducated?" a middle-aged man in a suit ordered, "Go out, it's none of your business here."

"It's okay if you say it's okay? I didn't pay you to pay me." An Bu took a step forward, put Mrs. Dong in a wheelchair in a neat motion, led her out of the siege, and went straight to the backyard.

Everyone was stunned: "..." What happened?

"Aren't you afraid that they will make trouble for you?" Mrs. Dong's lips moved.

"Whether Wen Dou or Wu Dou, they are not opponents." Wen Dou handed it over to her cat master, and Wu Dou fought herself. It's just a group of stubborn old men, and the lethality is estimated to be less than that of a crab.

"Don't underestimate them, find someone to block you, so that you can't find a job in this city, they can still do it."

An Bu: If she can't find a job, I think Mr. Jian will be very happy, just in time to enjoy being masturbated at home every day.

"Then let them block it. I really want to see how many fields they can block." An old corpse has a skill that spans both Yin and Yang and various industries. If it's not her blowing, the president of the country may not be able to block her.