The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

Han Muye hastily tidied up the living room, started tidying up his own room, and prepared to give it up to Bai Lin.

Turning around, he saw Bai Lin, the little God of Wealth, frowning, looking deep in thought.The round eyeballs are staring at the floor, and the beautiful eyebrows are twisted into a pimple, as if thinking very distressed.

I don't know what made the dignified God of Wealth so sad, but Han Muye was doing everything for the sake of getting rich, thinking that if he could help, maybe the rewards would be richer.

"Master Immortal, what's bothering you?" Bai Lin who was thinking about the problem was suddenly taken aback. After seeing clearly that it was Han Muye, he felt a little guilty. After all, he had deceived this simple target.

"No, nothing, just some work matters."

Han Mu said wildly, isn't the job of the God of Wealth to help others get rich?Are you worried about how to help me?

Dazed by the money, Han Muye didn't suspect that Bai Lin was hiding something from him. Instead, he foolishly thought that she was trying to find a way to give him money, so he worked even harder, and even hummed a song involuntarily.

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The unexpected harvest made Bai Lin feel more guilty, and secretly vowed to find a cornucopia to help Han Muye realize his wish.

But looking for it is tomorrow's business, Bai Lin yawned, let's get some sleep first.

After Han Muye made the bed and came out, he found Bai Lin lying on the sofa and fell asleep. The peaceful sleeping face on his round face made one couldn't help pinching him to tease him.However, he stopped the hand he wanted to reach out in time, and instead carefully carried him into his arms and sent him into the room, carefully covering him with the quilt.

Tired for most of the day, Han Muye also took the quilt to the sofa and prepared to rest.In the dead of night, he would always think of a lot of things, probably because he was sweating just now, he was not very sleepy, so he simply closed his eyes to sort out his thoughts.

The appearance of the Little God of Wealth reminded him of many memories from a long time ago, such as the many gadgets at home when he was a child, the tall and vigorous figure of his father, the bent back of his father later, and the hard work of his mother day and night.

He remembered that when he was a child, his father also made offerings to the God of Wealth, but it was just a clay statue, wearing a red robe and a golden hat, similar to the one he brought back today, except that he had two more beards on his face and his face was old. Quite a few.

At that time, my father would pay respects to the statue every three to five times, and occasionally he would take him with me. My mother was also very young and beautiful. She didn't believe it. Only when she has money can our family live a good life.

Dad works in the factory as a small leader, and his salary is higher than that of other ordinary workers. He also has the most toys among all the children. Mom thinks that the child should not be too spoiled, but Dad never listens and still buys it for him.

Later, my father broke his left leg while working and could never stand up again.The position in the factory cannot be held any longer, and the treatment of legs has almost used up all the savings of the family.The life without worrying about food and clothing since childhood is gone forever, and the family has plummeted.During that time, even a piece of meat was rarely seen on the dinner table, and wrinkles gradually formed on my mother's smooth face.

Probably because he was afraid of being poor, but now he has really become a money addict like his mother said.