you look delicious

As soon as he reached the second floor, the oncoming heat wave almost knocked him out. Mu He wanted to ask the clerk what happened inside, but when he turned around, he found that the other person's face was more confused than his own, so he didn't ask.

Gu Nianyan stood up against the wall, straightened his back, and said calmly, "There are guests."

The other person in the room withdrew his hands, turned his head and passed through the wall and disappeared in front of Gu Nianyan. Gu Nianyan exhaled softly and said softly, "Come in."

Previously, due to Mu He's presence, he didn't come in, but after Gu Nianyan's permission, An Wenqing immediately brought someone in, and the focus of his eyes fell on Gu Nianyan: "You..."

Gu Nianyan smiled and asked Mu He to take a seat without explaining to him: "Sit down. Mr. Mu has already made up his mind about coming here so late."

Mu He went straight to the point: "Why do you have Lu Wan's life record here? Is he still alive!"

"Don't be so excited." Gu Nianyan pushed An Wenqing's back to let him leave the second floor, confirmed that An Wenqing would not come back, then turned around and asked Mu He, "Aren't you curious that the content of that book is different before and after? "

Mu He didn't speak.

Gu Nianyan sat across from Mu He, quietly clutching his injured heart, and turned to Mu He to prevent him from noticing his strangeness: "Let's just point it out, I deliberately showed you the book, just to attract you this."

Mu He didn't expect the other party to go so directly, and asked, "Purpose?"

Gu Nianyan glanced at the wall, got up and walked to Mu He, bent over and whispered in his ear: "Mutual benefit, I will fulfill your wish, and you help me fulfill mine."

Mu He looked up at him in confusion, Gu Nianyan lowered his eyes: "Lu Wan died a long time ago, but his soul is still in this world."

Hearing this news, Mu He suddenly became excited. He already believed in reincarnation, and there are gods and ghosts in the world: "Really?"

"You've seen him, haven't you?"

"That person... is really Xiaowan?"

Gu Nianyan knew that today's transaction would definitely be successful, so she was not in a hurry, and slowly explained to Mu He: "It's his soul, but strictly speaking, he is no longer the person you know."

"It's him, it's really him..." Mu He lowered his head and muttered with ecstasy in his eyes, then turned his head up to stare at Gu Nianyan without taking his eyes off him, "Is it true that you can fulfill my wish?"

Gu Nianyan raised the corners of his mouth confidently: "To continue the relationship, of course."

Mu He was overjoyed, and immediately saw the old skin on his hands, and said bitterly: "But I am already so old, and he is still the same as before."

"So I can fulfill your first wish, which is to bring you back to the way you were when you were young. The past has become a fact, and I can't bring you back decades ago and let you modify history, but I It can help you change the future." Gu Nianyan looked at him, "If you still ask me for something in the future, I will charge you a price. How?"

"it is good."

Mu He immediately agreed almost without thinking. Gu Nianyan liked such a straightforward person, so he caught him out of thin air, and the book that Mu He left at home appeared in his hands, making a blood contract.

After the ceremony was completed, the corners of Gu Nianyan's mouth couldn't stop showing joy: "Aren't you afraid that I'm a charlatan?"

Mu He didn't care: "I'm all alone, so there's no need to lie."

"The family property you have earned over the years, if you settle it properly, it is already a considerable fortune in the human world." Gu Nianyan told him the plan, "I will take care of the matters related to your youth status for you, and wait until noon today. I will find you, and when the time comes, you will make a suicide note and leave all the inheritance to the new you."

Mu He pondered: "Okay."

The two discussed the details carefully. Before Mu He left, Gu Nianyan said: "Meng Po soup can make people forget their past, but it doesn't really deprive them of their memories. It just seals up the memories of their previous lives. If you need it, I can Remind him of his previous life."

Mu He's footsteps paused, his eyes flashed sadly: "I don't want him to remember those past events."

Gu Nianyan sighed quietly, feeling the same way: "Me too."

Mu He could hear the same loss as himself in Gu Nianyan's tone, and asked, "Could it be that you are the same as me?"

Gu Nianyan didn't answer, but changed the subject: "But if you want him to remember, that's the second wish. In case you change your mind at any time, you can tell me anytime."

He touched the book in Mu He's arms with his fingertips: "As long as it is there, I will be with you."

Watching Mu He leave, Gu Nianyan didn't need to turn his head to know that the black, long and straight boy who had disappeared had reappeared behind him, and said indifferently: "It's time to let go of your anger."

"Hmph." The young man snorted coldly, but he really didn't plan to attack Gu Nianyan any more. He flicked his sleeves and sat down domineeringly with crossed legs, "I thought you would be reluctant to take action against him, after all, your two experiences are somewhat similar."

Gu Nianyan is indifferent: "There are so many people who have done wrong things and caused tragedies, and how many of them can really compare with me in misery."

The young man laughed wantonly: "Miserable? Being able to live forever is a wishful dream of many people. How come the more people who have it, the more they dislike it."

Gu Nianyan looked away: "This is not what I want, what you imposed on me, do you still want to call it a gift?"

"Shallowness." The young man was too lazy to argue with Gu Nianyan on this topic, "I will do what I promised you. I will stay here for a few days until I am sure that I can mark the soul."

Although he didn't want to live under the same roof with him, Gu Nianyan knew that he had no right to refuse, so he responded with a cold "um", and strode away, obviously not wanting to stay with him any longer.

There was no reaction on the boy's face, but his mouth was unforgiving: "I'm not satisfied with sending people back to you."

Gu Nianyan quickly helped Mu He arrange a new identity, Mu Silu, Mu He's distant cousin.

There are not many people who have seen Mu He's young face, so when Mu Silu appeared in front of everyone, everyone just lamented that although the relationship is far away, the eyebrows and eyes look alike.

Half a month later, Mu He "died of illness" and left all his wealth to Mu Silu. This young man from a remote mountain suddenly possessed a lot of assets, which attracted some media to rush to report.

Yang Weijing caught a glimpse of this news from the entertainment news that popped up on his mobile phone, and he was not very interested, so he clicked "X" decisively.

Just about to play a mobile game for a while, the manager called.

He asked, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

Mao Zubin kept silent, causing Yang Weijing to hold the phone in front of his eyes and think to himself, "Is the phone broken or am I deaf?"

It's rare that the manager who usually yelled at him didn't scold him and mention his hard work as soon as he dialed him.

"..." Mao Zubin sighed deeply, "I didn't say anything just now."

Yang Weijing was stunned. At this moment, the manager's personality changed drastically as if someone had taken over his house, which made people unconsciously panic: "Brother Mao, what happened? Don't scare me! If you feel bored and feel uncomfortable, you can have a good time." Speak out!"

Mao Zubin continued to be melancholy: "Then I will really say Ang..."

"Is there really something wrong?" Yang Weijing hesitated, and persuaded, "Why don't you just stop talking..."

Mao Zubin hummed: "It's promising, I haven't even said what it is."

Yang Weijing had doubts: "It doesn't feel like a good thing."

"It's a good thing, it's just a little..." Mao Zubin sighed, "Don't feel uncomfortable, I will talk to you after I ask you clearly. You have a chance to join the group with a salary."

Happiness came so suddenly, Yang Weijing surprised and asked: "The script from before? It's not another drama!"

"Yes, it's the show you're looking at." Mao Zubin explained it clearly to him so that he wouldn't make a mistake in his decision-making, "Although it's not the second male lead, it's still an important supporting role. If the acting is good, it's no problem to attract fans. "

"So..." Brother Mao was so hesitant to explain why he got this opportunity, Yang Weijing vaguely guessed something.

Mao Zubin knew Yang Weijing so well that he knew what it meant when the other party took a breath, so he replied, "It's what you think, but it's a little different."

"..." Yang Weijing fell into deep thought, and took a long time to return, "The image of a greasy Mediterranean uncle touching me has already appeared in my mind."

"..." Mao Zubin was speechless, "Can't you think of some nice pictures?"

Yang Weijing was frightened: "Could it be a woman?"

"No, you guessed the gender correctly and the age wrong before."

Yang Weijing was unlovable: "...the old man with gray temples is also interested in me?"

Mao Zubin was amused by his pessimistic mood: "You are not very old, so I am only a few months older than you."

Yang Weijing sat upright, put away his joking attitude before: "Help me back, although I like that drama, but there is no need to put myself in it for a drama."

Mao Zubin wished he could fly to Yang Weijing's side through the mobile phone signal and beat him up: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who asks you to sell your body!"

Yang Weijing said without hesitation: "Yes."

Mao Zubin: "Fuck!" He needs to calm down before chatting with these two hundred and five!

This silent blank time made Yang Weijing recall, and asked proactively: "...Is the other party trying to sneak into me?"

Mao Zubin was still angry, and hummed indifferently: "Well, almost, I can't understand what he means. According to what I know now, he just wants to treat you to dinner."

Added another sentence, "Every night when shooting this script, I will have dinner with him."

Yang Weijing asked cautiously: "Then what about after dinner? Let's chat with him for a while and go to the same room, sleep on the same bed and get under the same quilt..."