Peerless Pure 1 vows not to be 0 [Transmigration Book]

Fu Chengsu rubbed the mint leaves with his slender fingertips, approached the potted plant with a stern face, sniffed the cool breath, and the manic depression brought about by the susceptible period subsided a lot.

This is the first time I have met someone who is more compatible with me than Duan Xi, and the pheromone has a profound influence on it.

How can it be done if it is not in the hands of control, Luoyu did not take advantage of those bad things, wouldn't it be a waste of the heart of the sender of the photos.

Thinking of this, Fu Chengsu called the secretary in.

The secretary asked, "Boss Fu, what do you need from me?"

"The young master of the Luo family, Luoyu, used to bully others in high school. You can find someone to collect all the evidence for me." When Fu Chengsu sent someone to investigate He Qin last time, he only checked Chaluoyu by the way, and didn't delve into it too much. , things are different now.

It should also be a good gift.

"Alright Mr. Fu." The secretary didn't ask any further questions, and left the office after receiving the order.

Fu Chengsu ravaged the mint leaves on his fingertips, the green juice was sticky, and the cool breath became stronger and stronger. He couldn't wait to get this person.

It must be delicious to bite into.

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The deserted street is sparsely populated, a few dilapidated shops are still open, most of the shop doors are closed, and the words "Wangpu Transfer" are pasted.

He Qin, who was looking for the coffin shop, didn't see anything busy. It was deserted and even in the hot summer, and there was an inexplicable chill.

He Qin, who made a little money from filming, after deducting He's mother's medical expenses, has a sum of money left to buy the coffin that he has been thinking about for a long time.

Following the navigation, I came to a slightly crude coffin shop. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a pair of brown and black coffins, which were placed on the side for people to see.

The old man sitting in front of the counter boredly beat mosquitoes with a cattail fan. When he saw someone coming, he got up and said, "Why are you here?"

He Qin nodded with sunglasses on, "I'm here to order a coffin!"

"Order a coffin?" Hearing that he came to order a coffin, the old man had to look at the person in front of him again.

Nowadays, fewer and fewer people buy coffins. Most people buy urns. A small cemetery costs tens of thousands of yuan, which does not include management fees. The average family will not spend more than [-] yuan. Buy a cemetery that will fit the coffin.

People from wealthy families would not choose a simple shop like his to buy a coffin.

The old man was so surprised when he heard that he was here to buy a coffin.

He Qin adjusted his glasses and asked, "Boss, what kinds of wood do you have?"

The old man suppressed the doubts in his heart, and replied: "I am a kind of wood, fir. If you really want to order it, leave a deposit and a phone number. Come and fill in the information, so that we can make it conveniently."

"Is the price expensive?" He Qin calculated the available balance in his mind. If it exceeds [-] this month, he will have to play cannon fodder in various crews to receive lunch boxes, and he will have a little money left to buy milk.

I drank too much milk from the variety show, and it was about to bottom out, so I had to buy it.

The old man replied: "Based on my superb craftsmanship and materials, it's only six thousand five thousand, not expensive."

"Sounds okay." He Qin took the paper from the boss, the height of the counter was a bit lower for him, he leaned forward slightly and lowered his head to fill in, his dark glasses tilted to reveal his deep eyes.

A girl with a schoolbag on her back rushed into the coffin shop, and a voice came over before she entered the door, "Grandpa, I'm here to see you!"

"Hey, why is Xiao Yuan coming to grandpa's place when you have time?" The old man smiled kindly, stopped fanning the cattail fan in his hand, and poured a glass of warm water for his granddaughter to quench her thirst.

"Grandpa, my parents asked me to come here to persuade you. It's better to close this coffin shop. Going home to take care of the elderly is worse than guarding this shop. You can't see a single customer all day long. What are you trying to do?" The girl said while drinking water.

"Isn't that the customer?" The old man raised his chin and motioned his granddaughter to look at the person filling out the information at the counter.

Xiaoyuan was in a hurry, and didn't notice that there was an extra person in the coffin shop. He looked up and saw a lazy back, and thought that he must be good looking even if he didn't look at the face. With half of his mouth, he whispered to his grandfather: "He looks really good-looking, but he looks a little familiar."

The old man tapped on his granddaughter's forehead: "Don't keep peeking at others, it's impolite."

Xiao Yuan covered her forehead and took another peek. The more she saw it, the more familiar it became. As a fan of her, she must have seen it at some point, but the more she racked her brain, the more she couldn't remember it.

After filling out the information, He Qin held on to his sunglasses, which were half stuck, and said, "Boss, I have already filled out the information. How much is the deposit? I will pay you."

"The deposit is two thousand, pay and scan here." The old man pointed to the QR code pasted on the counter, and then took out the pick-up ticket, "Come over in a month, use this red ticket to pick it up, don't lose it!"

"Good boss." He Qin collected the ticket, unscrewed a new bottle of milk, took a few mouthfuls to moisten his dry throat, "I'll call someone to pick it up in a month."

After the people left, Xiao Yuan, who was sitting quietly, couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer, snatched the documents from his grandfather's hand and looked at them, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

Looking at the disappearing figure of the man, the old man became a little curious: "Xiao Yuan, have you seen him?"

"A little star who is not even on the [-]th line. I know he is because he has followed a live broadcast of a variety show. He looks familiar, but he is really him!" Xiao Yuan glanced up and down the paper, stretched out his finger and pressed A note on the last column, self-consciously quirky.

Said: "Grandpa, look at this place. When buying a coffin, it is marked that it should be spacious and comfortable, and easy to push and pull. It's like buying it for yourself!"

"My god! Did you really buy it for yourself?"

The old man snatched back the paper and put it away, and said, "Maybe it's the requirement of the death of a family member!"

"I don't think so. His pale face and lips look like he is dying. When I saw him writing, he didn't dare to straighten his back at all, and he was struggling to write while holding the counter," Xiao Yuan The more I said it, the more I felt like it, and I nodded with self-identity, "You are so young, I can't think of it!"

"It's true that the world is impermanent! It's no wonder that the ten-dollar tempered film is reluctant to change. It depends on the money to hang your life."

Xiao Yuan's selective amnesia ignored He Qin's heroic figure of hurdling with an Omega body on his back.

In fact, it was because the counter was too short that He Qin, who could only write with a hunched back, was unilaterally misunderstood without knowing it and would soon die.

Hearing this analysis, the old man also felt that it made some sense, and said regretfully: "I hope that in the days to come, he can live a happier life and have a happy family in his next life!"

I came to the coffin shop alone to customize a coffin for myself, but I guessed that he was an orphan, and I have no friends who have lived for more than 20 years. What a miserable word.

The two sighed in unison in the coffin shop. Passers-by who passed by the shop felt a chill creep up their backs, hugged their arms with goosebumps, and left quickly.

He Qin, who was inexplicably terminally ill, was lying on the leather sofa at the moment, with the skirt of his shirt open to reveal his sexy collarbone, and a smear of bright red was outlined at the end of his long and narrow eyes, and the cold eyes intensified the visual impact.

Holding the oval perfume bottle with well-articulated hands, pressing down with fingertips, a light blue water vapor sprayed out and fell towards him.

Cameraman Mu Qiaoxi captured the moment when the perfume was sprayed and took a picture of the scene.

Looking down at this photo, he thought that if he sent it out, with He Qin's frequently searched physique, it would definitely be another bloodbath.

I just don't know how the perfume is selling.

Finding He Qin to speak for him was a bold attempt, half of which was due to the sex scenes in the trailer. Director Fang deserved to be the one who took the pictures to the extreme, magnifying He Qin's desire, lust and aura, and his eyes were full of excitement. A bit restrained, it coincides with their new perfume named Chi Jiang.

Thinking of this, Muqiao Xi bit his lower lip with his upper teeth, held his breath and continued to shoot with the camera in his hands.

He Qin came to film the endorsement at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and it lasted until around [-]:[-] in the evening. The almost five-hour filming finally came to an end.

"Perfect finish!" Xi Muqiao put down the camera in his hand, rubbed his sore arms a few times, he was not at all satisfied with today's shooting, and joked to He Qin with a smile, "The next time we cooperate, it should be big Are you a star?"

"Thank you!" He Qin raised his head and drank a big mouthful of milk, moved a handful of slightly damp hair, looked down at his phone, it was getting late, and after chatting for a few words, he went to the changing room to change. clothing.

The changing room was not very far away, and it took about a minute or two to arrive. When He Qin was about to turn the doorknob with his hand, there was a fierce argument inside.

"You're fucking sick, right? You want to die if you give me a cuckold?"

"You don't believe what I say, but you listen to others. I'm fed up with this kind of life. Lu Dong, let's get a divorce! I really can't take it anymore!"

"Divorce? I tell you it's impossible!"

Immediately afterwards there was the sound of glass being shattered and cries, and He Qin, who was standing outside the door, had a strange look on his face, and he clenched his hand holding the doorknob.

Why is there a sound of glass breaking in the changing room?

He Qin stood hesitantly outside the door, whether to enter or not was a problem.

At this time, a handsome boy walked up, looking at He Qin who was standing at the door of the changing room and not going in, the blond boy asked, "Aren't you going in?"

He Qin gave a soft "shh", motioning him to lie on the door and listen to the situation inside.

The blond boy raised his brows and clicked his tongue lightly. He listened to the louder and louder screams inside with his ears pressed against the door. His playful eyes gradually became serious, "What happened inside?"

He Qin whispered: "I just came here too, and I only heard one thing. It should be the scene of domestic violence. Do you think we should go in?"

"Come in, it's not good to kill someone!" The blond boy finished speaking, He Qin quickly pushed open the door of the changing room without saying a word, and rushed in with the people.

After the blond man entered the door, he shouted recklessly, trying to overwhelm the domestic violence man with his momentum: "Domestic violence is against the law, why don't you fucking stop!"

"???" The boy holding the ipad turned his head to look at the two with a blank expression on his face. The TV series was still playing, and after knowing what happened, he blushed.

He Qin looked rejoiced, fortunately he didn't shout, otherwise he would be one more among the dead!

The author has something to say:

Fans who believed He Qin was terminally ill: Woohoo, I must let the male god feel the fans' love for him in his short life!

after many years.

Fans were shocked: how is he still alive?