Reincarnated as a ghost queen, I became the rich woman of the sky and the tyrant

Kong Shiyu was a little strange, he had conjectures about it, but he wasn't sure: "Mr. Shi Er wants to?"

Zenyuan Shier leaned over there, with a generous attitude: "It's very simple, just find someone to marry."

He wasn't embarrassed: "I've already told you at the Chanyuan's house, and I asked you to release the news. No matter how you look at it, it's impossible to suddenly stop marrying, right?"

Zenyuan Shier laughed out loud: "Then, the Zenyuan family must be overjoyed."

He didn't want to make the Chanyuan family happy, and he was happy if the Zenyuan family were not happy.

Zenyuan Shier continued: "So, help me find a suitable candidate."

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

No, no problem, not a big problem, but a weird problem.

Kong Shiyu was a little more tactful: "Why don't you try to find those women you have been in contact with before? Once you have been in contact with them, you have understood them. Once you understand them, you will always feel at ease. Isn't this better than finding strangers?"

For example, Yayoi Tsukihiko, a wealthy, beautiful and generous rich lady benefactor.

Zenyuan Shier didn't hear Kong Shiyu's hint: "Why did you find those people in the past?"

He was very surprised: "You know, my emotional experience is a bit rich, which is not suitable for their beginning. They may look for those messy love in me, but I don't have this thing."

But is Shier in your Buddhist monastery the one who cares about this?Why have you suddenly become so picky?

Kong Shiyu felt that he might not understand what he meant, after all, he felt that the blind date in the Zen Academy was not reliable at all.

"...I think your worries are unnecessary, but mine really do exist."

Zenyuan Shier stared at him expressionlessly.

Kong Shiyu: "..."

Kong Shiyu coughed softly, and sat up straight: "But as a good brother, I certainly support your opinion. After all, we have known each other for many years, and we will need your continued patronage in the future. Are you right, Mr. Shier?"

The Chanyuan was very satisfied: "It's good that you understand."

Kong Shiyu stared at Zenyuan Shier while turning on the computer, then continued to click on the computer, and then looked at Zenyuan Shier again.

"But as a friend, I'm really curious," Kong Shiyu hesitated, "Why don't you like Ms. Yayoi Tsukihiko?"

He was very amazed: "You know what? After you asked me to investigate the other party deeply, I found that she is simply the kind of top-notch Bai Fumei who can throw antiques casually for fun."

"I read in a news report that Ms. Yueyan broke a porcelain bowl once, and it was identified as something handed down from the Kamakura period!"

"I can't understand," Kong Shiyu said in an envious voice, "After all, if she was looking at me, I might have followed her long ago."

Zenyuan Shier: "..."

He choked: "Why do you think I'm the kind of man who can be casual with money?"

Kong Shiyu was also silent for a while, and asked with his eyes: "Isn't it?"

The two people read each other's thoughts from their eyes, and then began to think about what kind of impression they left on each other.

There was a short silence in the room, only the wind blowing from the window was still a little bit active.

Soon, Kong Shiyu turned the computer around and faced Zenyuan Shier.

"Mr. Shier, you can fill in your identity information now."

Zenyuan Shier pulled the computer over, looked at it a few times, and finally read out the name of the website.

"...Sakura dating site?"

"Kong Shiyu," Zenyuan Shier's tone became dangerous: "Is this your ability to work? I understand."

Kong Shiyu hurriedly dragged his computer back to prevent Zenyuan Shier from destroying it in a rage.

"It has nothing to do with my ability to work!"

He began to explain: "Do you know how many people there are in Japan? Do you know how many migrants and tourists are there besides the settled population? How many women of our school age are there? How many of these women are unmarried? How many are single? How many are heterosexuals?"

"If you remove all these, there will be at least a population of close to [-] million. Among these women, how many are rich? What does being rich look like in your eyes? How many are good-looking?"

"Finally, how many people are left who are able to take a fancy to you and are willing to treat Hui well?"

Kong Shiyu was very serious: "Are you clear about these questions?"

Zenyuan Shier: "..."

Sorry, not sure.

He became impatient: "If I know this, do I still need to come to you?"

"No, but the problem is that I'm an intelligence officer, and I'm good at targeting a certain person, rather than drawing red lines for others." Kong Shiyu's tone was very disgusting: "The relationship between men and women is the most troublesome, even if you are just married, how could I? Do you know what these girls like about men?"

"What's more, now that the times are developing and the people are making progress, their aesthetics are also changing every day."

"So I suggest you, find professional people for professional matters."

He pushed the computer in front of Zenyuan Shier again: "Come on, fill in the information."

"Name, age, height, education, occupation, hobbies, requirements for choosing a spouse, just write them all down and you'll be fine!"

Zenyuan Shier: "..."

Just by looking at the expression, he knew that he was very disgusted with this matter now, but he did not refuse, but took it over and stared at the form to start thinking.

The name, Zenyuan Shier is definitely not good enough. If you bring it to the Zenyuan, you will be directly approached by the Zenyuan family. Shier’s name is too dangerous, so he got a pseudonym. Can't remember, but I know the general idea.

So it is: dancing badly?

The gender must be male, that's okay.

Occupation, um, occupation?

The magician killer is definitely not good. Under normal circumstances, he still knows the rules to prevent ordinary people from being involved in the magic world, but he has nothing else to do except this profession.

So it is: vagrants.

Height, around [-], can be measured.

Education, I'm sorry, I have never been to school, and I am a rare illiterate in this century.

At this moment, for some reason, Tian and Tyrant suddenly felt a little ashamed, and realized what Yayoi Tsukihiko said, the importance of learning.

"It seems that we still need to let that kid go to school well." Chanyuan Shier murmured in his heart.

Hobbies, this is simple, betting on horses!

To sum it up: the name is poor, the height is over [-], the occupation is homeless, the education is no, and the hobby is horse betting.

Spouse requirements: female, around 25, rich.

Kong Shiyu saw this page, compared himself in the same direction, and adjusted his glasses.

With all due respect, looking at it this way, Chanyuan Shier wants to find someone to marry, most likely because he wants to eat a fart.

For the time being, no one among women nowadays will lame so far without looking at their faces.

He tactfully suggested again: "Mr. Shier, why don't you post a photo."

If you are like this, you really can't find a wife, and you can't find a rich woman.

"Don't let it go," Chanyuan Shi'er stood up: "That's it, I'm in a hurry, and I will leave the rest to you."

Kong Shiyu couldn't laugh for the first time when Shier was in the Zen Academy.

If he had found someone in the industry based on his reputation as a god and tyrant, it couldn't be easier!

But why can't this guy think about looking for ordinary people?

...

Leaving from Kong Shiyu, Zenyuan Shier didn't go directly back to Yayoi Tsukihiko's villa, but chose to go back to the home where he and his wife used to be together.

Taking the key to open the door of the house, Zenyuan Shier walked into this room for the first time after half a year.

The things in front of him are still the same as in the past. After all, Zenyuan Hui is young and unable to clean up.

"Tsk, brat."

Zenyuan Shier pulled away the stool in the room, and then sat down.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of coming here, even though he already knew that the past would never come back.

However, I can't help but feel sad.

If his wife still scolded him, she would be so irresponsible, but she broke her promise to take good care of Xiaohui and let the child stay at home alone.

But ah, believe it or not.

"I've worked very hard. Huihui will have a decent future, and that's the only thing I can guarantee."

Zenyuan Shier only dared to sit here for a while, but he didn't dare to do any more things. He was afraid of running out by himself, or contacting Kong Shiyu immediately to tell him not to find anyone, and not to marry himself.

In that case, everything will come to naught.

"...I won't come back in the future."

"I won't come back when my surname is no longer Zenyuan."

The green eyes are full of sadness, but Zenyuan Shier's voice is very calm.

"Then I will belong to someone else's family. If I knew you should have let me marry you at that time, really, it will save me trouble now."

……

He stayed here for about an hour, then locked the door again and went out.

When I went out, I ran into the grandma of the neighbor next door and saw him still saying hello: "Oh, it's Shier, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Grandma was pruning roses and gave some to Shier in the Zen Garden.

"Young man, smile a little more, then what can't be cut off, these flowers are given to you, you can take them back and bring them to your family."

Bring it to the family?

Zenyuan Shi Er accidentally took the flowers and said, "Thank you."

...

His family members, he can only think of Chanyuan Hui.

his son.

So Zenyuan Shi Er returned to Yayoi Tsukihiko's villa by some strange circumstances.

Yayoi Tsukihiko was pulling Zenyuan Hui to change clothes, Miracle Hui Hui one after another.

Beside him was his secretary, Mei, and the two of them picked out clothes for Hui alone.

Yayoi Tsukihiko first spotted the figure of Zenyuan Shier, and then patted Hui on the head, exaggerating: "Hey, Hui-chan, look who is back?"

Zenyuan Hui turned his head and glanced at Zenyuan Shier, and said calmly, "Good evening, Dad."

Zenyuan Shier returned to his old man's appearance again, no one could see that he was sad just now, with his arms crossed and arrogant: "Little ghost, good evening."

Chanyuanhui didn't answer, he was still angry.

Yayoi Tsukihiko picked up the child and put it in front of Shier of the Zen Academy: "Father and son are in a better mood, why are they both so angry?"

"Mr. Shi Er, you too, Hui is still so young, what do you tell him to—"

Yayoi Tsukihiko's tone stopped, he stared at the roses in Shier's pocket in the Zen Academy, his red eyes narrowed, and his tone carried a strange murderous look.

"Mr. Shier, can you tell me first, who did you meet on the way back, and who gave you such a beautiful flower?"