am i a devil

"My lord, why are you here, and my concubine." The bald head said while rubbing his hands, and then let them into the research institute very enthusiastically.

Xun Ying: "..."

"This is..." Xun Ying asked Wang Mo in a low voice as he followed the bald head through many technologically-sense checkpoints and marched towards the research institute.

"This is the human form of artificial mental retardation." Wang Mo said.

"Oh, no wonder he..." Xun Ying just nodded, looking thoughtfully at the bald head in front of him like a bright light, and muttered in a low voice that only he and Wang Mo could hear.

"No, he is not simply designed to look so technological." Wang Mo also popularized science with Xun Ying in the same voice.

"He is purely tired after high-intensity calculations." Wang Mo looked at the horse in front of him who was still shining in the somewhat ambiguous environment with pity.

Xun Ying: "..."

Suddenly, Xun Ying's rational love for science was extinguished a little, after all, he was not young anymore.

The bald artificial mentally handicapped reported the latest work progress to Wang Mo in the research institute.

In fact, there is no need for him to make a special report, just from his shiny bald head, some clues can be seen.

"My lord, I've failed your trust, I'm sorry." After finishing his work statement, the bald artificial mentally handicapped said in a crying voice.

"It doesn't matter, you have tried your best." Wang Mo looked at the other party's bald head, his own reflection that was almost as clear as looking in a mirror, and encouraged him a few words, and then led Xun Ying out of the experiment room, leaving his own brain hole universe.

Because the bald artificial mentally handicapped man had already had a good rest for a day, Wang Mo fell asleep soon after returning to the bedroom without having to use his mind.

However, Xun Ying was not so lucky.

It may be because the bald head of the artificial mentally retarded is too glamorous, which left a very deep impression on him. As long as Xun Ying closes his eyes, he will dream that all his hair has fallen out, and then a carp is standing upright. I just sat up, and in the end I couldn't fall asleep much after tossing all night.

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The next morning, Xun Ying got up with a pair of panda eyes, and when he was washing, he suspected that his hair was a few strands less than usual.

"Yesterday you seemed to be turning over pancakes all the time, and you didn't tell me why?" During breakfast, Wang Mo looked at Xun Ying's panda eyes and couldn't help asking him.

"It's not something you need to worry about." Xun Ying did not hide his envious eyes, looking at Wang Mo's thick hair like a Greek statue.

Wang Mo: "..."

Then I know why, Wang Mo thought to himself, and planned to buy a wig for the bald artificial mentally retarded, so that he could wear it when he met the princess, so as not to cause greater psychological pressure on Xun Ying.

After the two finished their meal, Wang Mo, led by Xun Ying, came to the headquarters of the spiritual circle.

From a distance, they saw the man selling insurance in the sales office waiting at the door.

Wang Mo: "..."

The human subconscious is really amazing, Wang Mo thought to himself, even though he doesn't remember anything, he still looks like a loyal horse boy.

The man selling insurance in the sales office saw Wang Mo and Xun Ying's car approaching, and he was waving to them enthusiastically in a very standard horseman's posture.

Wang Mo: "..."

I had a lot of ways to deal with him when he was acting weird before, but now he suddenly looks like an imaginative brother, I really don’t know how to be polite to him, Wang Mo thought to himself.

"Brother Wang, Brother Xun, you are here."

The man selling insurance in the sales office couldn't sense Wang Mo's thoughts at all, and leaned over very enthusiastically, and opened the car door for them.

"Well, let's go in." Wang Mo said.

"Forehead……"

The man who sold the insurance in the sales office seemed to be a little embarrassed, and he hesitated to speak a few times.

"It's like this," said the man who sold insurance in the sales office.

"My master, old man, wants to meet you inside the master's gate." After the insurance salesman in the sales office finished speaking, he almost subconsciously made a gesture of hugging his head.

Wang Mo: "..."

In his subconscious mind, am I a devil? Wang Mo thought to himself.

But then again, if Wang Mo is angry because of the other party's arrangement, it is completely understandable.

After all, for the teachers of both sides, they are equal in status. Now the master of one side does not say that he comes to the public office area to discuss matters, but instead invites people from the other school to come and go. It seemed a bit disrespectful, if it had to make sense, only the fact that Wang Mo and Xun Ying were younger could make sense, otherwise Wang Mo would have exploded long ago.

"Okay, we'll go with you." Wang Mo suppressed his anger and agreed to the request of the man selling insurance in the sales office, which made the other party heave a sigh of relief.

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Wang Mo originally planned to talk to the other party's master aggressively, but when he arrived at the place, he realized that what he was about to face might be a verbal battle against the Confucians.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo never expected that the other party's Shimen turned out to be a company, and it was a company that looked very rich.

The towering office building and the pretty model-like receptionist are all comparable to Xun Ying's company.

"Is this also someone from the longevity department of your rich family?" Wang Mo asked Xun Ying secretly after getting on the elevator that seemed to go directly to heaven.

"Yes." Xun Ying nodded.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo erased in his mind the image of an old man with a fairy-like demeanor and a cold expression, and then put a big question mark on that image.

When they were led by the man who sold insurance in the sales office to the meeting room, Wang Mo suddenly felt dark.

And it's not a blackout in the psychological sense, but a blackout in the literal sense.

Because in the large conference room, at first glance, there were at least a few hundred men selling insurance in the sales office.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo nodded, and called the man who sold insurance in the sales office he was most familiar with.

"Are you a sideline business in real estate?" Wang Mo secretly asked the man selling insurance in the sales office.

"Yes, Brother Wang, how did you find out?" The insurance salesman in the sales office looked at Wang Mo with admiration, thinking that he was simply clever.

Wang Mo: "..."

I'm not blind, Wang Mo thought to himself.