Mr. Perfect Makeover

Under Zhou Xiaoliang's half-forced half-threat, Wu Xin finally decided to find a normal job, isn't it? This is no longer in Xiao Zhai, what kind of assistants, subduing demons and eliminating demons, has nothing to do with him Now, the most important thing is to quickly find a job that can fill your stomach. You can't let Zhou Xiaoliang support yourself. Even if you do it yourself, you have to agree with Zhou Xiaoliang, otherwise you can only drink tap water to survive. up.

It's been a long time since I seriously looked for a job, but don't say it, Wu Xin didn't know what kind of good luck he had recently, which really allowed him to find a job as a junior in a trading company.

Speaking of which, I really want to thank Qingyin, if it weren't for the transformation that I can't bear to look back on, so that my appearance can look fresh, this job really can't be won so easily, so, after this time, Wu Xin was deeply impressed. I reflected on my own childishness and ignorance, but everyone loves beautiful things. Is there anyone who has a soft spot for ugliness?Back then, I was really short-sighted and had poor social experience.

With this small face that looks like you can't help but pinch it, coupled with the smooth tongue that has been scrambling in the society for the past two years, Wu Xinran's little brother is doing it leisurely, with a spring breeze blowing on his face.

On this day, Wu Xin prepared all kinds of coffee drinks for seniors as usual, and was about to deliver them one by one with a lovely smile on his face, but he saw his colleagues sitting in each cubicle on weekdays in groups of three or five, chattering unknowingly What are you talking about.

"Is the company going to close down? Why are you so relaxed?" Putting down the heavy drink in his hand, Wu Xin suddenly approached with a smile.

"What, smelly Aran, the dog can't spit out ivory. We're talking about a headless corpse case." An older female colleague gave him a light stare, and then said in a low voice, Showing a look of fear.

"The case of the headless corpse?" Wu Xin suddenly asked curiously, "What's the situation, let me hear it too!"

"Didn't you watch the news today?" asked another colleague.

Apart from being slightly interested in TV dramas and news, I seldom watch it by myself, but I like to listen to other people's secondary broadcasts, so Wu Xin suddenly shook his head in a daze.

A colleague sitting in the seat quickly clicked on the keyboard a few times, then turned the computer around, pointed to the silver screen and said, "Look for yourself!"

Wu Xin suddenly bent down to get closer, and after reading it carefully, he suddenly realized that the police broadcast a news on TV today, saying that a severely decomposed female body was found in a waste recycling bin in a certain community, but no head was found. The general public can provide clues to find the head.

"Where do you think the murderer lost his head? Don't be in our community!"

"Yeah, yeah, why is the murderer so perverted? After killing someone, he still wants to cut off his head..."

"This woman is so miserable..."

"Yeah, yeah, let me tell you..."

Seeing that the normal working hours were about to turn into the time for various horror story presentations, Wu Xin suddenly caught sight of the supervisor who seemed to be standing at the door for a long time, and hurriedly coughed loudly to wake up these colleagues who were immersed in it. One step later, the supervisor helped the glasses that fell on the bridge of the nose, twisted his waist, and stepped on the ten-centimeter high heels, "Give you three seconds, and return to my position immediately."

Everyone was startled, the birds and beasts scattered, Wu Xin suddenly glanced left and right, and stood by the tea table under the supervisor's sharp eyes.

The supervisor cleared his mouth and said in a loud voice: "In 15 minutes, the chairman will come to inspect, and you should cheer me up, otherwise, hum..." After finishing speaking, he raised his head, Twisting his waist, he thumped and walked away.

There was another burst of mourning from the crowd, but their hands began to get busy.

Wu Xin suddenly touched his smooth chin, chairman, what does he look like?