Counseling [Quick Transmigration]

When Du Yunting sat up from his body, he felt that this scene was a little scary.Just now, the locomotive he was riding was knocked into the air by an oncoming overloaded sand truck. Du Yunting was squatting next to his dead body, eagerly watching the group of policemen take notes.

The driver of the sand truck was crying with tears and snot in his nose.

"I just want to save some gas costs, and I think there must be no one going on this road at three or four in the morning..."

"That's not right," Du Yunting squatted on the ground, who was already dead, to teach, "How can you take it for granted!"

"Look at this clothes is still a rich second generation," the driver cried even harder, "A good rich second generation, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what kind of motorcycle do you come out to ride..."

Du Yunting continued to educate: "How is the motorcycle!"

How can it be called an ordinary motorcycle!

He glanced at the helmet that flew out next to him, and felt wronged.If it was an ordinary car, even if it crashed, he wouldn't be in such a miserable situation; but it happened to be a sand transport truck that violated the regulations and walked on the road in the city. This way.

Brother, you really have to lose everything.

Du Yunting hugged his knees and thought.

"Found it, the victim's cell phone!" A policeman trotted over from the green belt, "The last call was made half an hour ago, Captain..."

Du Yunting suddenly sat up straight.

"Call and have a look." One of the policemen said.

After calling back, there were several beeps over there, and it took a long time to connect.The voice of the man opposite was cold and clear, "Hello?"

Du Yunting trembled slightly, and subconsciously put his hands on his chest, trying to calm his fast heartbeat.It took him a long time to realize that, yes, his heart stopped beating.

So he stood up and simply strode over to the policeman, brazenly putting his ear on the microphone to listen to the man's voice, relying on the fact that no one present could see him.

"Excuse me, are you..." The policeman glanced at the note, his voice became a little weird, "Are you the owner of a billion-dollar business?"

What kind of ghost name is this?

He changed the question, "Do you know the owner of this number?"

The man paused, then asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"He was in a car accident," the police said.

"..."

"He's...not here now."

The man on the other end was silent for a long time, and the policeman added, "My condolences."

Du Yunting was not happy to hear these words.

He is here, is he here?

Du Yunting called the man half an hour ago.He didn't know where he got the courage at that time, maybe it was Liang Jingru who suddenly got on his body at that moment, or maybe it was the booing from his friends that made his blood rush to his head—in short, he dialed, But when the man really picked it up, Du Yunting didn't know what to say.Obviously there are many things that I want to confide, but they are all stuck in my throat, and I can't utter a single word. Finally, after holding back for a long time, I can only choke out one sentence: "...Mr. Gu, do you think about life insurance?"

"..."

Du Yun hung up the phone with a bang, his heart still pounding, and he covered his face and exclaimed in disbelief: "I'm so brave."

"Go to you!" Hu Penggouyou rolled his eyes suddenly, changed his mobile phone without saying a word, dialed the number again and handed it to him, staring at him, "Second Young Master, you have to say something today——If you don't confess, Don't even think about walking out of this box today!"

Du Yunting was held up by them, so he had no choice but to pick up the phone again.

"Hello?" He said bravely, "Well, yes, it's me again, I want to ask, no, no, I'm not selling life insurance...I want to ask, do you... Well, you..."

He closed his eyes, "I want to ask if you want to invest in a store."

Hupenggouyou: "..."

Investment, investment, business, store?

What the hell kind of reason is this!

"There are only three things," Jiyou said aggressively, and dialed again, "I'll talk about it first this time!"

Facing the man at the other end, he quickly said: "Du Yunting, the second young master of the Du family has something to say to you!"

Then he threw the phone to Du Yunting.Du Yunting couldn't pretend anymore, so he had to pick it up. Gu Li over there said in a calm voice, "Second Young Master Du."

"Hey." Du Yun paused.

Gu Li: "Anything to say?"

"Well, yes." Du Yun took a deep breath, facing the phone, and even used the honorific title that is rarely used in 800 years, "If you are free, I would like to treat you to dinner."

Hu Penggouyou are inexplicably relieved, although they didn't say it directly, but this appointment to eat is not a small improvement.

At least not an investment store.

Before he finished thinking about it, he heard Du Tong counseling want to cover up Mi Zhang and added: "Let's chat with you about investing in shops at the dinner table."

"..."

The eyes of the friends are tearing apart.

Du Yun stop!

In the end, Du Counsou still couldn't express his confession.And maybe it was bad luck today, he went out to relax, and he was hit head-on while riding a bicycle, and died on the spot.

The man over there hung up the phone without saying a word. Du Yun stopped at the scene and wandered around, unexpectedly discovering that he could still touch his body at this moment.

He felt that his posture was not very beautiful, so he moved his arms and forced the corpse to compare his mind.

Right, this is pretty.

Looking back on these short twenty years, Du Yunting is actually not dissatisfied.

If there is any regret, it should be Mr. Gu.

Mr. Gu...

Du Yun stopped thinking, what a pity, I haven't had time to negotiate with him a big deal of [-] million yuan, the kind of untied belt.

It was his last thought before falling asleep.

Du Yunting didn't sleep until he woke up naturally like usual.

He was woken up by the alarm clock.

A hand stretched out from under the quilt, and took pictures in a daze for a long time, before finally touching the phone and turning off the alarm clock.Du Yunting half-opened his eyes, took a look, and was taken aback for a moment.

Why is this still an old phone?

Or a clamshell?

Du Yun stopped touching the phone's keyboard in novelty for a long time.

Old antiques are really rare when smartphones are everywhere.

The old mobile phone belonged to Motorola, Du Yunting wondered which friend was probably joking with him.When I stretched out my head, I saw this gray and low bungalow, with white-washed sheets, and a tightly packed space of thirty to forty square meters with all internal organs, and the legs of the bed could touch the table. .He hadn't seen this posture for many years, touched the phone, and then tugged at the ordinary sweatpants on himself, dazed and dizzy.

...... what?

Didn't I get hit by a car, the underworld is transformed into this now?

Old Antique suddenly sang a song and vibrated, startling Du Yun.After pressing for a long time with his hands, he frantically connected the phone. The man's voice on the other end was gentle, "Ah Qing, are you awake?"

Du Yunding: "...huh?"

The man laughed, as if pampering, "I'm not awake yet. Didn't you say you asked me to call you to wake you up?"

Du Yunting was puzzled.The man over there said, "It's been hard work. I really feel sorry for you getting up so early—"

Who is this person?

Du Ershao was silent for a while, and answered according to his usual style: "Are you going to work today?"

"Me?" The man seemed to be taken aback, "I don't have it, I don't have you..."

"If you feel so distressed, then go to work for me," Du Ershao suggested sincerely, "Either send money, or go for me, and want you to feel distressed here?"

He hung up the phone with a snap.

a neuropathy.

He fumbled in the room for a long time, finally picked up a non-distinctive white shirt, barely put it on, and poked his head out of the window to look out.The outside was also a street scene he had never seen before. The houses were low and the wires were pulled randomly. Du Yunting took a look and saw a lot of fire hazards.

He pulled his head back again, feeling like he was dreaming.

this dream made...

Du Ershao was very sorry.

Why didn't you dream about Mr. Gu?

[Didi, hello! ] A voice he had never heard before suddenly spoke seriously in his mind, 【Hello, System No. 7777 is at your service wholeheartedly.Prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony are our common aspirations, and freedom, equality, justice and the rule of law are our relentless pursuit! 7777 is willing to join hands with you to create a better future for human civilization! 】

Du Ershao: […]

What?

[Tell me about your dream.] 7777 is as enthusiastic as a mentor in a variety show, [What is your dream? Do you want to shoulder the great mission with us, listen to the great teachings, and work together to build socialism Or, let the light of truth shine on the world? 】

Newly connected host: 【...No. 】

7777 is not discouraged, [Then you must want to go to the masses and get close to the masses? 】

Du Ershao: 【No. 】

【Then you want to carry out the spirit of Lei Feng, and make screws that never need to work hard? 】

[Neither. 】

7777: [Then you——]

[I really have such a dream,] Du Ershao thought for a while, and replied very seriously and shyly, [I want to sleep with a man.Does that count? 】

There was no sound in his head, and 7777 was so frightened that the host who opened and closed his mouth and said "sleeping man" was completely inharmonious and went offline.

Du Yunding's world regained its tranquility.He waited patiently for a while, and 10 minutes later, 7777 revived.

[Throwing aside the feelings other than developing revolutionary friendship with that comrade, you still have——]

【Gone. ] Du Ershao said.

The mechanical sound of 7777 was so weak that it sounded a bit pitiful, [Huh? 】

【I just have such a dream,】 Du Yun stopped, eyes drooping, 【There is only...】

The profile of the man reappeared before his eyes.There is a small mole above the man's brow bone, which is shallow, and the eye socket is a bit deep.Du Ershao's legs softened, and suddenly collapsed into a soft little bun, and his heart was rippling and he couldn't extricate himself.

[Just sleep with him! 】

7777: […]

7777: [But I am a serious system...]

The serious system doesn't do this kind of big business!

The author has something to say: Du Ershao: I think...

System: No, you don't want to.

Gag and drag away.

Don't even think about it!