The protagonist of the white lotus is set to collapse

After eating, Zhuo Qian took a simple bath.

Lying on the bed, he touched his forehead, it was not so hot anymore.

There were too many things before, so he didn't feel uncomfortable. Now that he calmed down, the feeling of headache came up again and again, hitting his head like a small hammer.

He tossed and turned, and didn't fall asleep in a daze until the middle of the night.

When he woke up the next day, it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon. When he opened his eyes and saw a strange ceiling, he was stunned for a long time before realizing that he had already put on a book.

Although he doesn't have much nostalgia for the previous family, that family can at least provide him with a life of luxury and good food, unlike now, when he is sick, he can't afford to go to the hospital.

Zhuo Qian put his hand on his forehead and sighed deeply.

As the saying goes, a penny stumps a hero, and now he can be regarded as experiencing this feeling.

He turned over and got out of bed, and dug out the clothes he packed before from the suitcase.

Most of the original owner's clothes are in school, and I don't know where the original owner learned his taste. It can be summed up in two words - exaggerated.

All I bought were brand-name items with big logos, and I seemed to be afraid that others would not know the price of these clothes, and the style and color of the clothes were very unusual, and it looked like I was going to sing and dance at a concert anytime.

It can be said that it took Zhuo Qian a lot of effort to choose two sets of relatively simple clothes from a pile of flamboyant clothes, a white pullover sweater with black casual shorts, and an off-white shirt with light-colored loose jeans.

Zhuo Qian put the two sets of clothes on the bed, holding his chin to struggle.

The prince said: "The first set looks good!"

Zhuo Qian also preferred the first set. There was no mirror in the room, so he put it on his body and finished the work. When he walked out of the room, he teased the prince: "It turns out that your taste is very normal. I thought you also like big logos."

"How is it possible?! I don't like that vulgar style!" The prince was indignant, "It's not all because the last host didn't listen to my advice and ignored my words, and he didn't know how many people laughed behind his back His attire!"

Zhuo Qian raised his eyebrows: "The last host?"

The prince suddenly realized that he had slipped his tongue, and turned on the play dumb mode again.

This time Zhuo Qian didn't ask further, it seems that his guess was right, he was not the first person to come to this world.

but he is curious

Yesterday the prince said that the last host made a mistake, causing it to sit and be punished. What kind of mistake made him come over overnight to take over the task?And, did the last host just live in this world for a while or is he the original owner?

It's a pity that the prince's mouth is tightly shut at present, and he doesn't say a word about related matters.

Fortunately, the days to come are long, and he can slowly get the words out of the prince's mouth.

When Zhuo Qian came to the dining room, the family of three had already finished their lunch, Zhou Wenya was packing up the dishes, when she looked up and saw Zhuo Qian, there was a flash of embarrassment on Zhou Wenya's face, and she wiped her hands on the apron helplessly : "Qianqian, you're up, I thought you were going to sleep until dinner time, so I didn't call you for lunch..."

The more Zhou Wenya spoke, the more guilty she became, her eyes dodged.

Zhuo Qian knew in his heart that Zhou Wenya did not call him on purpose, and this was also due to the original owner. The original owner had a disordered schedule and a bad temper. He often slept through the night after staying up all night, and lost his temper when Zhou Wenya woke him up.

Over time, Zhou Wenya didn't care much about him.

"It's okay." Zhuo Qian shook his head and asked again, "Auntie, is there any food at home?"

"Yes, but I have to go to work later, so I don't have time to do it." In addition to selling breakfast, Zhou Wenya also works as a cleaning lady for a family. She has to go there every weekend. She thought about it before asking nervously "Otherwise, shall I cook a bowl of noodles for you?"

As soon as the words fell, the prince's cursing voice sounded in his mind: "Is this bad woman on purpose? I ate all my fish and meat, and turned around and sent you away with a bowl of noodles? I'm so mad!"

Zhuo Qian ignored the prince, and nodded with a smile: "Then I will trouble Auntie."

Zhou Wenya hurriedly packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen, Zhuo Qian went into the bathroom instead, after washing up, he opened the door of the bathroom, and a person blocked his way with arms crossed.

Zhuo Qian looked down at Zhuo Fei who had a sullen face: "What's the matter?"

"Can you stop using my mother as a servant?" Zhuo Fei said angrily, "My mother has to do so many things and even cook noodles for you. If you don't love her, I still love her!"

Zhuo Qian made a serious suggestion: "Why don't you help her cook the noodles?"

"..." Zhuo Fei looked at Zhuo Qian's serious expression, and felt her temples throbbing, but she still held the handle in Zhuo Qian's hand, and she couldn't lose her temper at will like before. She took a deep breath, "I mean It's not my mother's fault that you didn't get up to eat, so why do you ask my mother to cook noodles for you? Don't you know how to cook by yourself?"

Zhuo Qian laughed after hearing this: "If you don't give me the 2000 yuan necklace, I can still listen to your words. What right do you have to say about me now?"

Zhuo Fei was stepped on the pain point, her face turned blue and red, and finally looked like a deflated ball.

"2000 yuan is enough for your mother to sell breakfast for half a month. Compared with your behavior, I just asked your mother to cook a bowl of noodles."

The four words "2000 yuan" are like a needle piercing into Zhuo Fei's heart, every time Zhuo Qian mentions it, it hurts every time. At the same time, it is the first time that she finds that Zhuo Qian speaks so sharply, it is so ugly that she can't wait to hear it Ears were removed on the spot.

Zhuo Fei knew that she couldn't speak to Zhuo Qian, so she turned around and wanted to slip away.

"stop."

When Zhuo Qian's voice came, Zhuo Fei reluctantly stopped.

"I'm out of money, I'll overdraft with you first." Zhuo Qian calculated, "Give me 1000 yuan first."

Zhuo Fei turned around in panic: "I don't have that much money!"

Zhuo Qian squinted his eyes, and a slightly malicious smile appeared on his clean baby face: "I know you have a small treasury, which is hidden under your bed."

Zhuo Fei: "..."

How does this guy know everything? !

It's been almost a day since he crossed the book, and Zhuo Qian finally tasted some sweetness. At this moment, he only regrets that he didn't turn out the Danmei novel and read it several times before crossing the book, otherwise he wouldn't have almost forgotten the plot behind it.

"Not only does she have a small treasury under the bed, but she also has a small box hidden in the kitchen." The prince said suddenly, with a sour tone, "This woman is very rich."

Zhuo Qian was surprised: "How do you know?"

The prince was quite proud: "As long as it is written in the novel, I know it all. If you have anything you don't know, just ask me."

It turned out that the prince is still a know-it-all, Zhuo Qian finally took a new look at it, he always regarded the prince as a tasteless system that only commits nympho.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhuo Qian went out after eating the noodles.

The sun was shining outside, and the air was filled with the heat of September. Looking at the surrounding environment again, Zhuo Qian found that the place was even dilapidated than what he saw last night. There was an indescribable smell from the garbage that hadn't been cleaned up in time.

When Zhuo Qian passed by the alley, he looked up and saw several households hanging their red and pink underwear on the poles outside—just above his head.

Zhuo Qian: "..."

He couldn't help quickening his pace and walked out of the alley, almost being covered in dust blown by a gust of wind, but luckily he dodged to the side in time.

There is a lot of barren land outside, and buildings are scattered here and there, people live upstairs, and shops downstairs are for rent.

Zhuo Qian looked around for a long time at the door of a poorly decorated barber shop, until the fat aunt with heavy makeup in the shop noticed him through the glass door, and the fat aunt waved to him enthusiastically: "Oh, what a handsome brother, do you want to have your hair cut?" ? Come in come in."

Zhuo Qian couldn't refuse. Just as he was about to walk in, a non-mainstream boy with a watermelon head popped out from beside him. He pushed open the glass door first, and when he walked in, he yelled: "Ma'am, what's the matter with you? I'll just go back." I saw that you cut off a piece of the back of my head!"

"Oh, how could it be!"

"Look for yourself!" Watermelon Head stretched out his hand to grab the hair on the back, and he saw a large piece of cut.

Zhuo Qian was so frightened that he ran away quickly.

He was desperate for this place, so he ran to a place a little further away, and instead of finding a barber shop, he found a clinic. The aunt in the clinic saw him, prescribed some medicines, and told him to take them on time.

After paying the money, he walked out with the small bag containing the medicine.

When passing the gate, suddenly a hand grabbed his arm, and an uncertain voice sounded next to his ear: "Are you... Zhuo Qian?"

Zhuo Qian glanced at the hand holding his arm, subconsciously frowned, he thought his personality was easy-going, and there were not many taboos, but one of them was not liking to have physical contact with others.

Looking up, it was a boy about his age, slightly shorter than him, but handsome, wearing rimless glasses, with chopped black hair sticking obediently to his head.

The boy's body smelled like a book, and he was holding a few exercise books in his other hand.

"It's me." Zhuo Qian replied, while pulling back his arm, he looked the boy from top to bottom calmly.

"He is Du Xuejia, your neighbor, and also Zhuo Rui's classmate." The prince reminded, and finally smiled, "Don't look, he is not your type."

Zhuo Qian: "...you shut up."

He had no impression of Du Xuejia at all, but since he was a neighbor, he smiled and said hello: "What a coincidence, are you here to buy medicine too?"

"Ah, no..." Du Xuejia was taken aback by Zhuo Qian's smile, and his fair cheeks flushed a little. He withdrew his hand and shyly touched his face, "I was passing by just now, and your profile is a little Looks familiar, come and have a look.”

Zhuo Qian snorted: "Aren't you even sure what I look like?"

Du Xuejia thought that Zhuo Qian was blaming him, and waved his hands anxiously: "No, that's not the case, it's just that you didn't wear makeup today, so I didn't recognize it for a moment."

"You mean there is a big difference between before and after my makeup?"

Du Xuejia wanted to nod, but also wanted to shake his head. He held back for a long time and his face turned red: "No, no, that's not what I meant."

In fact, there is indeed a big difference between Zhuo Qian's makeup before and after makeup, mainly because Zhuo Qian's makeup was too thick in the past, and the powder covered his beautiful and clean facial features. Zhuo Qian was used to heavy makeup, and suddenly one day he appeared with a plain face, Du Xuejia I thought I was wrong.

But I have to admit that Zhuo Qian looks very good without makeup, especially those puppy eyes without eyeliner and eyeshadow, the sunlight shone into his eyes, making him look very cute.

Du Xuejia held back a lot of words in his heart, but couldn't say a single word.

Seeing that Du Xuejia was feeling unwell, Zhuo Qian stopped teasing him. After exchanging some pleasantries, he said that he still had something to do, and then he took the medicine and walked towards the bus stop.

After walking for a while, the prince whistled in a sluggish way: "This kid can't hide his thoughts, he almost wrote the four big words 'I like you' on his face."

Zhuo Qian looked back, only to see Du Xuejia still standing there, staring blankly at his direction, and after meeting his eyes, Du Xuejia turned his head in panic.

Zhuo Qian withdrew his gaze and sighed, "It's a pity."

"What's the pity?" the prince asked.

"not my style."

"Didn't I say, isn't a sunny and thin young man not delicious? If you insist on liking muscular men, you can only find them in the gym."

Zhuo Qian couldn't bear it anymore: "Shut up!"

After a pause, he added, "Don't read my memory anymore!"

The original owner's mobile phone was a birthday present from a friend of the original owner's mother. That friend was called Sang Rou. She had been helped by the original owner's mother. In recent years, she found the original owner to repay her kindness, and transferred 3000 yuan to the original owner every month for living expenses-of course, these All the money was squandered by the original owner.

The mobile phone has just been bought for less than a year, and although it is still within the warranty period, water soaking is man-made damage. Zhuo Qian considered that the mobile phone is not cheap, so he dug out the three-package certificate from the drawer, and planned to try his luck at the after-sales service.

The location of the after-sales maintenance is in the urban area, and it took almost an hour to take the bus to the subway.

Zhuo Qian walked into the sky-high building and found four offices on the [-]th floor with a simple and high-end after-sales maintenance. There were more people than usual on weekends, and there were seven or eight staff members sitting at the front desk.

Zhuo Qian took the number at the door and was about to go to the rest area to wait, but before he got close, he heard a familiar voice shouting loudly.

"Fuck, that old thing called my mom. I was almost beaten to death by my mom last night. Did you see the bruises on my face? My mom smashed it with a vase, hiss...it hurts even to the touch. "

"I'll go, your mother is too harsh, your face is swollen." Another person said.

"What's a swollen face? If I didn't try my best to stop it, I'm afraid my new mobile phone will be buried under my mother's slippers again."

"I guess it was Zhuo Qian's complaint." The man said, "Why do you think there is such a coincidence? As soon as Zhuo Qian left, Director Zhou came to arrest us."

"I think it's him too, damn it, that bastard must kill him..."

After Zheng Shan finished speaking, he raised his head as if feeling something, and saw the "bastard" he had to kill standing expressionlessly only a few steps away from him.

Zheng Shan: "..."

Zhuo Qian smiled at him, it was a nice smile, but with a trace of evil spirit.

Zheng Shan ran away on the spot, stood up from the chair abruptly, pointed at Zhuo Qian and cursed: "Okay, what are you talking about, did you sue yesterday?"

Zheng Shan's furious voice startled everyone present, and they all turned their heads to look over.

Only Zhuo Qian stood there calmly, with a blank face: "What complaint?"

"Don't fucking pretend to me!" Zheng Shan became angry when he saw Zhuo Qian's expression. He didn't expect that he, a big man, tasted the smell of green tea on a man. "Yesterday you just left that old thing. They came to arrest us, didn't you sue or who sued?"

"There is no evidence for what you say." Zhuo Qian asked, "Do you have evidence?"

Zheng Shan: "..." If he had evidence, he would have beaten someone long ago, so he wouldn't be talking about it here.

Zhuo Qian asked again: "Do you have the surveillance video of my complaint?"

"..."

"Where are the witnesses?"

"..."

"Or you can analyze my motivation for suing."

If Zheng Shan had a heart attack, he would have been so angry that he fell to the ground and convulsed by now, why had he never found Zhuo Qian's words so irritating before, and every word crushed him to death.

He had already experienced this feeling yesterday at the door of Zhuo Qian's bedroom, and now he experienced it for the second time, as if a bucket of oil fell from the sky and poured on the flames in his heart.

Boom.

The flames burst into a conflagration that could start a prairie fire.

"The motive is that you are a bitch. Since you want to tear your face apart, then I won't be polite." Zheng Shan gritted his teeth, and walked towards Zhuo Qian with big strides.

Zhuo Qian was already ready to escape, but Zheng Shan, who was burning with anger, was even more agile than before, and rushed to him in the blink of an eye. Seeing that Zhuo Qian was about to slip away, he raised his hand and pushed Zhuo Qian hard.

Zhuo Qian was caught off guard and was pushed back straight.

then

He bumped into someone.

When the man was bumped violently by him, his body only swayed slightly, and he quickly regained his footing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Zhuo Qian hurriedly raised his head to apologize, the person he bumped into with his back also looked down at him, the person was against the light, but could see the delicate outline of the face, Zhuo Qian kept saying, " Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the man's face clearly.

this is not……

Shen Jialan?

Zhuo Qian was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth to spit out the last word: "Yes."

Shen Jialan didn't speak, his eyes were already cold enough to freeze Zhuo Qian into ice cubes.