[Quick Transmigration] The strategy is wrong!

"Huh? The yang energy here is too heavy, it's not good!"

"Then what should the master do to crack it!" the secretary who was following him asked sincerely, with a pen between two fingers, ready to write down the master's mantra at any time.

The old magic stick touched the check in his pocket, thinking that there were several zeros written in black ink inside, and it had been stamped with a red seal, so he could pick it up at will.The corners of his mouth could not help but split, and the whole chrysanthemum face was severely deformed with his smile.Xiaoqing couldn't bear to watch it anymore, it's really hard for the secretary to keep his expression on...

The secretary asked again with a smile on his face, and the old magic stick pointed casually with a feng shui compass and said, "You replace the sunflower in that place with a chrysanthemum, and you want the most brilliant chrysanthemum to bloom, and it is used to control this building with yin and yang." Yang Qi, I guarantee your business will prosper and you will make a lot of money!"

Xiaoqing... She was almost drunk, her business is booming and her wealth is making a lot of money. To describe an organization of killers, you really put in a lot of effort...

Unexpectedly, the secretary of the urban beauty agreed, and as soon as the old magician said the words, the secretary, who was recognized as a strong man of action, quickly dialed the phone and asked the younger brother downstairs to bring in dozens of pots of fresh chrysanthemums from the flower market.

Ever since, Xiaoqing, who was appointed by the boss as an accompanying guest, witnessed the miracle before his eyes.The originally clean staff tea room instantly turned into...a piece of gold!Oh...there are also butterflies flying around the petals, hehehehe, it's almost eye-catching!

"Let my little sister make chrysanthemum tea for everyone these few days, listen to the master, use yin to overcome yang!"

Xiaoqing: Chrysanthemum tea is not a must-have magic weapon for exorcising ghosts and geomantic omen

The secretary has just finished ordering his subordinates here, and Jiang Bing, who has been acting as a transparent person, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. She was not as low as Xiaoqing, so she could only complain silently, and she simply asked: "He really intends to believe in the magic stick?" ah?"

"Boss said, I'd rather believe it." The secretary stretched out his hand to invite: "Master, please come here, please take a look at our president's office."

"Can any cat or dog go to the CEO's office?" In the atmosphere of the magic stick, he was annoyed and wanted to leave, but the secretary tried his best to persuade him to stay and tried to refute Jiang Bing.The person involved, Jiang Bing, said coolly: "Heh... I don't care about other places anymore, but if you dare to turn my medical room into such a golden and disgusting person, I promise you will regret it... very regretful!"

After Jiang Bing had finished threatening the magic stick sullenly, Xiaoqing just wanted to take her out for dinner.Seeing the magic stick open his chrysanthemum mouth again, he said with a smile, "Girl, you..."

Jiang Bing's sense of the old magic stick has always been bad, and it has dropped to freezing point in the past few days.Her face became even more gloomy, and she said, "I'm warning you seriously now! Tell me what the hell you want, and I promise you will regret coming to this world!"

This kind of demeanor of a domineering president... the old man is not angry, he happily stole his beard.If the smile is not too worldly, it may have a bit of a kind old man. "Miss Lin, last time I made a fortune for you, and found something wrong again. Our Taoists are the most merciful, if the girl..."

"Let me tell you the truth, I can't even support myself, and it's useless to sell my sincerity to me, I have no money!" Thinking of the few checks that the old god stick just received, Xiaoqing couldn't help but count on his fingers... How much crab roe wrapped in crystal glue can be eaten for a lifetime.Thinking of this, Xiaoqing was a little jealous.Seeing that the old magic stick still didn't give up trying to drag her into the water and had to peel off a layer of skin from her before giving up, Xiaoqing immediately covered her ears and accompanied Jiang Bing downstairs without saying a word.

"Young people nowadays..." the old god stick sighed, but he was impatient.

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canteen.

It is said that it is a cafeteria. In fact, there are very few people who organize people to eat here on weekdays.For secrecy and lack of time.

As the heroine, Gan Xin is no exception, she is also very busy, besides going out to find the psychiatrist Xiaoqing to talk about her emotional troubles, she also has to participate in various special trainings on weekdays...

Generally speaking, Xiaoqing really didn't find a good opportunity to talk about life with the heroine at the wine table, anyway, it's just passing by now qaq

"I want crystal dumplings." Xiaoqing compared the scissorhands: "Two! And you owed me two ham sausages last time."

Jiang Bing rolled his eyes impatiently: "It's hard for you to remember..."

"Must!" Xiaoqing giggled, and went to the refrigerator to choose a drink. Among the complex and diverse modern drinks, her favorite was Coca-Cola. As for what Jiang Bing likes...probably...she didn't know. "What would you like to drink?"

There were only the two of them in the cafeteria, and they were close to each other. Xiaoqing's voice didn't need to be too loud for Jiang Bing to hear clearly.She curled her lips and said something casually, then returned the menu to the staff in the vest.As if he didn't care, he said, "One more Coca-Cola Chicken Wings."

The relationship between the people in the cafeteria, the food is served very quickly, sweet and sour short ribs, fried tofu with tomatoes, crab shell yellow steamed buns, Shaoxing chicken porridge, white sugar caramel cakes, and two cans of stew pots.

Although Xiaoqing can only cook in the dark, she is really an expert in eating. →_→Hey, is there really something to be proud of? Bastard!

Satisfied, she sipped a sip of soup and asked, "That old god, Taoist... When will the boss believe this?"

"Ghost knows." Displeasure flickered in Jiang Bing's eyes. She lowered her head and peeled several lobsters, dipped them in mustard and fed them to Xiaoqing herself. Jiang Bing fed it down. "The taste is not bad."

"En." Jiang Bing tasted one himself, his lips touched his fingers, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "tasty."

Xiaoqing, who didn't make Jiang Bing's little sweetness and troubles at all, happily gnawed on the chicken wings. It really was a treat for the taste buds, but a little bit full.

Like a pregnant woman who is pregnant for nine months, Xiaoqing walks out of the house holding her round belly and finds it difficult to walk a few steps. Not eating is a waste, waste is shameful... So why did she order a few more plates of Coke in the end? Chicken wings!

"Idiot." Jiang Bing watched Xiaoqing go back to the infirmary at the speed of a tortoise, and called it a walk. Whoever walks takes two steps and stops to catch his breath. "There are no more hawthorns in the infirmary."

Xiaoqing blinked: "Ah?" Why did she suddenly have a bad feeling, Ami Tofu!

Jiang Bing made up the knife coldly: "Only the last time I made my own Huanglian Xiaoshi pills."

"Did you mean..." The premonition came true in an instant, the mother didn't even have the premonition to buy a lottery ticket, Xiaoqing's pupils dilated and her head kept swaying. His eyes accused Jiang Bing: "I don't want it! People will die, people will die!"

"It's useless for you to call me sister. You should!"

"Sister... sister, big sister, big sister."

Jiang Bing was choked, and she suddenly stopped talking, so what should be said is better...