Invade

"So, do you have any hobbies?" Qin Jing smiled formulaically.It stands to reason that he always smiled when receiving clients before, so why did he laugh so hard this time that his cheeks hurt.

Sith folded his hands on the table and lowered his head to think about it seriously. Taking advantage of this time, Qin Jing immediately drooped the corners of his mouth furtively, and restored his smile the moment Sith raised his head.

An elusive smile slipped from the corner of Sith's mouth, and his eyes behind the sunglasses seemed to glance at the calm coffee surface inadvertently, but he saw Qin Jing's reaction in his eyes.

"Fight," Sith said.

"Bo...Excuse me, what did you say?" Qin Jing paused in time, and looked at Sith in a little astonishment.

Sith pushed the sunglasses lightly, and repeated it word by word, clearly: "Strike—strike—"

"Oh, good... good." Qin Jing, who misheard the pronunciation, lowered his head in embarrassment, wrote down the word "fighting" on the paper, and asked in a low voice while writing, "Is there anything else?"

Until Qin Jing secretly finished drawing a little rabbit next to the word "fighting", he still didn't hear Sith's voice. He had no choice but to raise his head, forced himself to smile and said, "Mr. Sith?"

"..." Sith's hand on the table moved slightly before he came back to his senses.

——But just now, the picture of Qin Jing bowing his head and writing was repeated in his mind without interruption.

In the picture, the young man hangs his head halfway. When he glanced over, the first thing he noticed was his drooping eyelashes, which were drawn under his eyebrows like dipped in ink, and the last stroke of the ink was the mole of tears. , causing people to enter God involuntarily.

However, he didn't know that the seemingly serious young man was secretly drawing little rabbits, which was extremely ugly.

"Gone."

"...The third question is your taste." Qin Jing silently drew several circles on the word "fighting" and raised his head to ask.

"random."

"..." Qin Jing wrote the word "Xi La" under this question, continued his gentlemanly smile, and commented by the way, "You are a relatively easy-going person."

Sith was noncommittal.

"So, what type do you like? I will try my best to follow your request." Qin Jing's signature pen clicked on the bottom of this question like a chicken pecking rice, and after a while, dense black spots appeared, while silently Tucao this Muggle will not say casual next, right?

Hearing this, Sith slowly spread his clasped hands on the table and coughed lightly: "You are like this."

"...Huh?" The signature pen fell down, but it took a long time to write. Qin Jing looked at him hesitantly, "You, are you sure?"

Sith nodded.

So Qin Jing wrote down a series of words such as Sunny, Handsome, Gentle and Warm Man under this question with great confidence, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"The next week will be our private time." When Qin Jing said this, he felt that not only his gums were panting, but even his stomach was sour. "Where do you like to go on a date?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Qin Jing always felt that the corner of Sith's mouth twitched just now.

"Free Fight Club."

"... Ah, good." After a short hesitation, Qin Jing wrote it down in a swish, and before he wrote it, he heard Sith continue, "You decide on other places."

"Then..." Qin Jing was quite familiar with this kind of thing, and responded quickly, "According to the service in our store, within seven days, customers will experience the two styles of the human world and the alien world. In this way, the first One day we go to the club, and the remaining six days, we go to the two worlds as the situation dictates. Of course, if you like to stay here, please let me know in the morning."

Sith nodded, and Qin Jing finally let out a sigh of relief, and finally reached his favorite link.

So Sith, who was about to hand the coffee cup to his mouth, suddenly saw the young man opposite him laughing happily, sketched on the paper for a while, and said to him: "Mr. Sith, according to your needs, I plan to Alright, the price is [-] gold coins a day, [-] gold coins in total for seven days, is it by card or cash? Of course, if you have any objections to this price, we can continue to discuss."

According to common sense, three thousand gold coins is enough to feed and clothe a family of three for a month. Although the male puppet earns a lot from work, it is not so outrageous as Qin Jing.All in all, he did it on purpose.

As the only top student in the men's puppet shop, Qin Jing has the right to set his own price. Money is wandering under his nose, as long as he asks for a low price, basically no one will trouble him.

It's just that this is the first time he asked for such a high price.

Qin Jing originally thought that Sith would bargain with him, but he didn't expect that the man immediately felt in his pocket, took out a card and put it on the table, pushed it towards Qin Jing, and said seriously: "There are two cards in it. Fifty thousand gold coins, luckily I have enough."

"...cough cough." Qin Jing cleared his throat in embarrassment, and touched the card, "I will transfer [-], and the rest will be the date fee."

Not blushing at all.

However, Sith still didn't respond at all, allowing him to frantically jump around here and use his rights to blackmail him in disguise.

Qin Jing put away the white paper full of graffiti and the signature pen, took a sip of coffee to moisten his throat, but in the end, he lost control of his expression management after taking a sip.

Sith stared in astonishment at the instantly demonized facial expression of the opposite Qin Jing, collected himself, and asked, "Are you all right?"

"..." Qin Jing covered his face with his hands, wanting to cry, but the image of the little boy next door that he managed to create was instantly destroyed by the black coffee.

He only felt the bitterness from the root of his tongue all the way to his stomach, so bitter that it was dark and astringent—in short, the taste of bitterness was like a devil to him.

Qin Jing was in so much pain that he wanted to hang himself, when he suddenly felt that a cold hand opened his hands, and then, a sweet candy was squeezed into his mouth.

He blinked blankly, unconsciously sucked the sugar water in his mouth, and suddenly felt that Sith was an angel.

"I usually have low blood sugar, so I always carry sugar with me." Sith explained solemnly.

"Thank you, thank you..." Qin Jing muttered in a low voice. He felt that it was not appropriate for him to go out today, let alone meet clients—if he met someone who was difficult to talk to, he would probably just take the card back and leave.

"Can't bear the bitterness, why do you want black coffee?" Sis asked softly as he stirred the coffee in the cup slowly with a stirring stick.

"..." If a hole appeared now, Qin Jing would definitely be the first to get in.

"What did you want to say just now?" Sensing Qin Jing's embarrassment, Sith paused slightly, put the stirring rod away, and switched to the next topic smoothly and seamlessly.

Qin Jing was slightly taken aback, and immediately murmured: "Sorry... I lost my composure just now."

"...I want to remind you that during the male puppet trading period, you can't take everything I said seriously. I said some things just to please you." Qin Jing said sincerely.In fact, he usually doesn't remind customers of this. If it weren't for the sake of the candy in his mouth, he probably wouldn't even mention it, "Besides, I don't sleep with anyone. If you are tough, I can report it to the shop owner. End all trading activities and demand liquidated damages from you."

The gaze behind the sunglasses quietly changed, and Sith suddenly asked, "Will you cheat during this period?"

"..." Qin Jing was caught off guard by his question again, and after a moment of surprise, he followed his instinct, "I can learn."

Sith clasped his hands together again, looking at him intently.

"Ah, what I mean is... If you have a need for this, I can try it." Qin Jing coughed twice from the sugar water, "...Sorry."

"You mean," Sith suddenly changed the subject again, "except for going to bed, everything is fine?"

"..." Qin Jing felt a huge pain in his head, and replied stumblingly, "Bad, almost..."

The corners of Sith's mouth raised slowly.

"That..." Qin Jing struggled to regain his professional smile, and after changing his facial expression, he continued, "This store supports VIP card service, and you can apply for a card after spending [-] gold coins. The amount is relatively large, but as long as you have this card, you can make any person in the store stay with you for a week, and all expenses during this period will be borne by the store, which is very cost-effective."

Having said this so many times, it was the first time that Qin Jing felt like a pyramid scheme, trying to trick good women and men here.

"No need for now." Sith stood up, straightened his suit, stretched out a hand to Qin Jing, and said quite gentlemanly, "However, can I invite you to take a photo?"

Qin Jing: "?"

He couldn't understand the brain circuit of this fairy client more and more.

However, the well-known work rules still drove him to find the waiter and take pictures of the two of them with the special camera in the store.

Under the clear and almost dazzling sunlight, two people in neat suits stood by the railing covered with plants and smiled at the camera.

With a click, the young waiter took out the photo and flicked it a few times before handing it over.

Sith quickly took the photo without looking at it carefully, and kept it close to his body, as if taking pictures was just a necessary procedure.

Qin Jing keenly sensed something was wrong, but Sith was his big client, so he was naturally embarrassed to open his mouth to come over, so he could only lift his briefcase, stretched out his hand politely, and said with a smile: "From tonight onwards, you will I'm going to live in the apartment provided by our shop, I hope you get used to it. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

Sith, like when he first met him, left his cold hand immediately: "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Qin Jing turned around and walked down the stairs confidently and grandly step by step. On the surface, he was beautiful, but in fact he was still eating candy given by others.

Sith leaned back and put his hands on the table where the two had been together just now, the corners of his mouth were slightly tensed, and the gentleness just now was gone.

Not long after, a dark purple snake's head quietly protruded from the cuff of his suit, and it slowly got into the pocket with the photo. After a while, the small snake's head climbed onto Sith's shoulder shaking, and vomited. Snake letter, unexpectedly said: "You can't always wear sunglasses."

"Ok?"

"If you want to cover the pupil color, there is another way."

"Say."

"Let's go buy black contact lenses."

"..."

After waiting for a while, before Sith could speak, the little snake leaned close to Sith's face with a snake letter, sighed softly, and finally asked heavily: "Is it him?"

Sith took out the photo again, and fixedly looked at the young man with a very decent smile in the photo—even through the sunglasses, it made people feel that his gaze was extremely penetrating, as if he wanted to go directly into the photo, Seeing the smiling young man thoroughly.

The scorching gaze made the little snake think that Sith would tear up the photo in the next moment, but after waiting for a long time, he just said softly: "I don't know."