Inhuman World Front Desk Reception

Xie Qilian also said solemnly: "Uh...Xiao He's life has been rough enough, but I think since he has an overseas background, he probably doesn't particularly care about the gender of his partner, right? As for the matter of being in his fifties, five Teenagers are still young for a cultivator."

Seeing that He Jinnian and Lu Lin got together very quickly and had a pleasant conversation, Qin Feng nodded hesitantly: "Then... let nature take its course?"

Of course, He Jinnian didn't know the worries of the two leaders. What he was worried about was that Lu Lin's clothes were covered in blood. He heard from the two girls next to him that he was injured to protect them.As a new ghost who died under one year old, He Jinnian still couldn't forget this kind of pain, and felt extremely distressed.

But Lu Lin looked at the handsome and polite young man in front of him, and learned that he was an underworld messenger. He felt a little sorry that the other party was jealous of the talent and died young, but felt that he could get used to the working environment of the underworld in a short period of time. It's amazing, even the eyes that look at him are full of kindness.

Especially when he heard that the other party had also managed a large company with a high international ranking, Lu Lin simply exclaimed: "That's really amazing!"

Seeing the beautiful Taoist priest looking up at him intently and gently, and praising him very sincerely... He Jinnian suddenly felt that - in fact, it would be great to die!

When Lu Lin and He Jinnian were talking, Xie Qilian lowered his head and pondered for a while, then said softly to Qin Feng, "Fortunately, Xiao He is very good at making money."

"How to say?" Qin Feng was curious.

"Lu Lin, there is no sign of calamity." Xie Qilian said, "As long as he lives, he will be poor, poor, and rough."

When he was talking, Lu Lin was amused by something He Jinnian said, which was a bit rare for the Taoist priest who always had a straight face along the way.

Qin Feng was surprised: "How did you do it?"

"I don't know either. When he was dying, I could see the records in the book of life and death, but I couldn't see the cause." Xie Qilian shook his head lightly.

"It's actually a good thing." Qin Feng rubbed his chin, "As long as President Xiao He launches a money offensive, I don't think Daoist Lu will be able to refuse at all. I hope that honest child will not be stupid at this time, and spend money when he should, and don't insist on that." What illusory lofty sentiments." After all, Lu Lin was a poor person who was moved by impermanence through poverty.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw He Jinnian take out a stack of bank cards.

Qin Feng said with emotion: "Good boy, you have a future, you deserve to be a talent from my underworld."

His mobile phone reconnected to the human signal after the ghost domain disappeared, and it kept vibrating non-stop. He glanced down and praised: "Dai Mengyuan has adapted to the position so quickly? She said that someone in the jurisdiction asked for help—just give it to me." Detailed instructions were sent."

Mou Siyang, a traffic niche student, has just finished filming a movie recently and is exhausted.

Only then did he clearly realize that "being a star" is completely different from what he imagined. Being popular and popular not only represents money, but also pressure—his every move is captured by the camera There is nothing to hide, even if he likes to play games, because the company has arranged for him to be "a literary and artistic young man who loves reading", "a young veteran cadre", and "incompatible with electronic products".

He needs to put some scarred youth literature in his bag all the time that he can't even understand the title. He takes it out at the airport waiting for a flight, eating in a restaurant and other scenes and bows his head to pretend to read. His assistant will take dozens or hundreds of photos. , selected the best ones and carefully repaired them, and then posted them on the Internet with words such as "Take casual photos, I'm a little tired waiting for the plane, read a book to relax" and other words.

Mou Siyang felt very tired.

"It can't be helped. You are young and good-looking. Fans will pay for posting photos. Can you be an old actor? You don't have that acting skills." Manager Sister Jiang said bluntly, "Think about the money you make! "

Recently, the company arranged for him to have an affair with Bai Lianhua, a traffic floret. The only fans on both sides had a fierce and terrible quarrel. " Then he called Bai Lianhua a "white lotus", who knows nothing but hugging thighs.

Mou Siyang was upset, he sent a message to Bai Lianhua: "Why are you so tired, can't everyone just relax?"

Bai Lianhua recently had a strange supernatural documentary job, and heard that she needed to go to the ancient tomb, so she didn't reply in time.

Mou Siyang continued: "I think they just want me to have a face, and another person will wear my human skin mask and go out to participate in activities, and the fans won't even notice it!"

Because he stayed up late, Mou Siyang complained and vented his emotions. It took him a long time to realize that he had posted to the wrong person. He didn’t know when he added this account. It was exactly the same as Bai Lianhua’s system avatar, so he quit. After looking at it, I found that Bai Lianhua had changed to a new profile picture.

And Bai Lianhua's Weibo has already started to update work tidbits - a spooky village, the house looks like a coffin, but Bai Lianhua made a selfie with a pouting face, fans shouted cute.

"Sorry, I made a mistake." Mou Siyang quickly sent a sentence to the strange account.

"It's okay." The account replied, "Sometimes I wish someone could take care of the tedious things for me."

Mou Siyang scratched his head, but he couldn't remember who this was. He didn't add people casually to his personal account. He only added friends and colleagues in person. He definitely couldn't be a stranger. Maybe... it was someone who added it a long time ago but hadn't contacted him for many years. Primary school classmate?

He didn't have time to think about it, because it was bedtime, and if he didn't sleep, he wouldn't be able to get up to attend the press conference tomorrow.

……

Mou Siyang fell asleep until twelve o'clock in the noon, and then suddenly woke up. He picked up his phone and looked at it. He was a little dazed—it was already time, and the press conference had already started... No, the press conference should be over, why is there no one? Call him!

He suddenly jumped up, turned on his phone's Weibo, and glanced at it tremblingly - in the comments - there was no one about his unexcused absence?

Mou Siyang looked at his Weibo in disbelief. He saw the latest two posts on his Weibo——The new film conference was a complete success...

With trembling fingers, he swipe down the screen, one by one Weibo pictures, some of him being interviewed by the host, some of him taking a photo with fans, and one of a fan jumping up and pinning a hairpin with rabbit ears on his head, His expression was very surprised, with a touch of cuteness and cuteness, and the comments were all full of speeches such as "I'm done."

This is... who?

Mou Siyang rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Qin Feng drove the car all the way back to Xiacheng City.

His time to go out this time was not short, if it was longer, his carefully preserved corpse would probably rot.Although Qin Feng's mana gradually strengthened and he no longer needed to rely on corpses to manifest himself, it was still somewhat unbearable to see "himself" dead.

After putting on the corpse, he sat up from the bed, moved his stiff and rusty joints, and found that Xie Qilian was staring at him, so he generously tugged at the front of his clothes, feeling: "Look, my pectoral muscles are still very active."

Xie Qilian leaned against the wall and took out a bottle of formalin out of nowhere: "Do you need an extra maintenance massage?"

Qin Feng shook his head hastily: "No, no, it's already very flexible, and if you take care of it, your fingers will fly away!"

Almost at this moment, his cell phone rang, and Dai Mengyuan called.

Qin Feng was taken aback: "At the door? You keep him, I'll be there right away."

"What?" Xie Qilian asked.

Qin Feng thought about his choice of words: "Just before I came back, I told you about the one who asked for help. Have you seen a classic horror short film? A child lay on the bed and screamed. His mother came in and asked what was wrong. The child said his There was something under the bed, and my mother took a careful look, but found that there was an identical child under the bed, and told her softly——Mom, there is something on the bed pretending to be me.”

Xie Qilian pondered slightly: "In this case, it should be just a ghost substitute, but it is still difficult to deal with it—how do you know whether it is the person who comes to you for help or the ghost substitute? So, do you want to let I……"

Qin Feng gave him a helpless look, and interrupted: "No! I won't stay and wait for Jiang Shen and the others to handle the ghost village's report. You can take care of the clerical work you agreed! I'm going to see a client."

Xie Qilian spread his hands: "Okay, you see through."

The seeker is now in the security company of Happiness and Ping An—this surprised Qin Feng a little. He thought it was the city god believers asking for help from Dai Mengyuan, but he didn't expect that they would go to the security company for help?Then the security company is not a Taoist temple of happiness and safety!

After he went out, Xie Qilian sat down on the sofa leisurely, took out the photo album on the bookshelf and looked at it.

Qin Feng in the photo album is of all ages from childhood to adulthood, from a milk doll with thick head and tiger brain, to a child of seven or eight years old. When he was less than ten years old, there was a picture of Qin Feng who was forced to wear a pink skirt and his forehead was reddened with lipstick. At that point, when he was a teenager wearing a school uniform, he was a bean sprouts who had just pumped up and hadn't grown up yet.

Xie Qilian smiled lightly, flipped through the pages slowly, and even cast a spell to let the vacuum cleaner, rag, etc. start to clean up.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Xie Qilian stood up in surprise, all spells disappeared instantly.The anti-theft door was opened, and a middle-aged woman with a large bag walked in, put her things on the ground, then raised her head, she saw the warm and comfortable living room and Xie Qilian holding a photo album, she was obviously surprised After a moment, he hurriedly turned around to look at the house number.

"512, I did not go wrong." The middle-aged woman turned her head again, "This is... Qin Feng's home, right?"

Xie Qilian realized something and nodded slightly.He has existed for thousands of years, but suddenly he felt a tension in front of a young human who was only 50 years old that he thought he would no longer feel.

But he still said gently and politely: "Yes, this is Qin Feng's home, who is it?"

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, and said, "I'm his mother, what about you, who are you, Qin Feng?"

Qin Feng's mother - the heroine who had driven a fighter jet and could write "but the dragon city will fly" on the Spring Festival couplets.

"My name is Xie Qilian, and it belongs to him..." Xie Qilian was slightly at a loss for words, and hesitated for a while, before the resolute woman said firmly without waiting for his answer:

"You are not one of his employees or former subordinates, are you? You cleaned this room?"

"I did the cleaning." Xie Qilian smiled.

"I just said, when did Qin Feng know how to decorate the room, he wouldn't dirty the room, but he didn't decorate it either, he could sleep with a sack covered."

Qin's mother didn't show courtesy to Xie Qilian, she immediately handed Xie Qilian the things in her hand, and asked him to help find slippers.

"I don't come here for a long time. I don't know where that kid Qin Feng puts his things in." Qin's mother shook her head with a straight face, seeing Xie Qilian find out the slippers very familiarly, she showed a satisfied expression, "This room has been reopened." It’s been decorated, maybe you designed it too?”

Xie Qilian smiled: "It's not me, Qin Feng designed it."

Qin's mother didn't believe it: "You don't deceive me, what good did Qin Feng do to you, you help him make up nonsense?"

"It's really him." Xie Qilian couldn't help laughing, "He...he knows life very well, he was just busy before."

He will arrange tasks, large and small, perfectly and properly, even those tasks that block the fans of starlets, he will execute them perfectly, but he has almost no pursuit in life, a bed in a house with only white walls is enough Can sleep comfortably.

Knowing her son's character, Qin's mother was full of disbelief. She took a lot of instant food she bought, opened the refrigerator door, and found that it was full of all kinds of fresh ingredients, but Look at the shelf life, I bought it seven days ago.

So she was shocked at the time: "Xiao Xie, can you still cook?"

"How do you know?" Xie Qilian blinked.

"Nonsense, Qin Feng should be able to blow up the kitchen very loudly when he enters the kitchen."

Xie Qilian laughed, but still explained: "No, he actually knows how to cook. He is usually busy with work, so he doesn't do it."

Who knows, Qin's mother was even more surprised. She said, "So you even know how Qin Fengfeng cooks? You—"

She paused, and closed the refrigerator door with a stern expression: "I'm retired and like to travel. I haven't seen Qin Feng for a while. Who knew that I didn't notice for a while, and there was another one beside him..." She seemed to be deliberating Using words, looking at Xie Qilian, he didn't speak for a long time.