Fast Transmigration: Protect our villain boss

Early the next morning, Qin Yun called Luo Miao to open the door at the flower shop.

The unlucky boy's voice was so amazing that the pigs were woken up by the shock.

Luo Miao struggled to get up, took a simple wash, put on some clothes hastily, and went down to open the door with a dark face.

"Grandma, good morning!"

As soon as the door opened, he was smiling like a child weighing two hundred pounds, and he was accompanied by a handsome young man behind him.

Luo Miao narrowed her eyes slightly, and her cold eyes stopped on this unfamiliar person.

The young man's back was numb from her look, and he took a step back subconsciously.

It's a little scary.

Qin Xun let out a groan, pulled him forward, and introduced with a smile: "My family always asks us to clean it."

The little goddess who went to bed at three o'clock in the morning remembered that there was still a pile of blood in the store that had not been cleaned. She came to think about solving it by herself in the afternoon, but she didn't expect that Song Yi really called someone to come.

She gave a light ah, made way for them, and closed the door after entering.

The old tool man asked the young man to pick up the water with ease, took a bottle of black spray and sprayed it on the dark red stains on the ground, and chatted with her excitedly.

"Let me tell you, sister, didn't I go to the police station to take notes last night, halfway through what I said, six gangsters ran into the police station!"

"Do you know that they still carry guns? The comrades thought they were trying to get people violently, and they were all set up, but guess how to find them, they turned themselves in!"

"What's even more bizarre is that when they saw the little brother who was caught climbing the wall, they picked up a wooden stick and smashed his head to pieces. After beating one or two people unconscious, they squatted on the ground and surrendered, saying that they Threats of high interest, intimidation, murder, and arson made me amused."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help laughing again: "The police uncle told me that he had never seen such a self-conscious gangster in so many years, and he rushed to jail. Do you think it's funny?"

Luo Miao, whose soul was still on the bed: "It's funny."

Perfunctory can no longer be perfunctory.

Qin Yun felt insulted, and Song Yi and Awen also had the same attitude. Could it be that he was the only one who thought it was funny?

The young man who had been perfunctory for three times was so angry that he didn't want to speak. The young man glanced at him and twitched his eyes.

这个故事他已经听了六遍了，难怪宋老板老爱揍他，嘴碎的啊，一刻也不消停。

Luo Miao regained consciousness after a while, went to the toilet to get a wet cloth, the irritable guy saw the thing in Luo Miao's hand, and yelled at her: "Stop, what are you doing!"

The beautiful girl who was reprimanded for no reason felt helpless: "Clean."

When Qin Yun heard this, he immediately jumped up on the spot, stared at her, and said angrily: "No! My brother just explained, I can't let you do it! I can't finish what my brother told me! Go play while you play." , don't hurt me!"

Luo Miao: ...

"Then you can wipe the glass by the way."

As the person being helped, Luo Miao felt no pressure at all, went out to have breakfast, and the sanitation of the store had been improved.

Qin Yun didn't have a key, so he waited at the door of the shop until Luo Miao came before going back.

In the afternoon, all the things ordered by the florist arrived, Luo Miao sorted the flowers and tidied them up.

The next day she pulled a salute at the door to celebrate her opening.

The flower shop that has been tossing for half a month has finally opened, and half of the original owner's wish has been fulfilled. It's time to put dating on the schedule.

In the afternoon, there was a good flow of people on this street, and the flower shop sold three bouquets of flowers and a few champagne roses, which was already quite impressive for Luo Miao.

During meal time, when Luo Miao was thinking about what to eat for dinner, she came across Qin Xun's circle of friends.

The unlucky child's circle of friends is quite rich, and he posts more than a dozen messages a day, and the content is not repetitive.

2 minutes ago, he dried a 18-jin king crab.

After hesitating for two seconds, the little goddess put away her phone, tied a handful of baby's breath, closed the shop door and walked into the alley.

Tianxiaodao meowed twice, twisting his buttocks to follow.

[Host, are you going to eat dinner? 】

"Yeah." Her speed increased visible to the naked eye, and her tone was unhurried, "By the way, let's take a look at the child of luck."

Luo Miao stood in front of the clinic, looked at the closed green door, and remembered Song Yi's words.

He said, don't blackmail me, I have a certificate.

Which regular clinic is closed every day?

Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, the iron door opened by itself.

Gao's figure completely blocked her vision, and what she saw was the familiar black windbreaker.

Today's Song Yi is still working hard to make money, with a faint smell of disinfectant on her body, and a faint smell of seafood.

Luo Miao paused slightly, raised the baby's breath star in her hand, and opened her mouth: "Good luck."

Song Yi: "Huh?"

He often couldn't keep up with Luo Miao's rhythm because his thoughts didn't change fast enough.