Goddaughter CEO fishes for Qin Xun and Xia Ning

Xia Ning was putting on makeup when she was attracted by a phone call from Qin Xun. She turned her head and looked at him, holding a lipstick.

Qin Xun looked excited.

"what?"

"Is there such a thing?"

"Do they still have any shame?"

"You steal even this kind of thing?"

"Mom, call the police, you must call the police!"

After scolding, he comforted his mother with a few words and hung up the phone.

Qin Xun threw his phone on the quilt, lay down on the bed and cursed.

"It's really sick!"

Xia Ning walked forward, sat on the edge of the bed and asked.

"What happened?"

Qin Xun sighed and said.

"My mother just called me and said that she came home from the market today and found that my bedroom door had been pried open. When she walked in, she saw that the clothes I wore during junior high and high school had been stolen."

"Even my old socks were not spared."

Xia Ning opened his mouth wide.

"what?"

She thought that the rumor that Qin Xun had become a living Buddha must have spread to Shi'an, and others thought his clothes were some kind of treasure and had evil intentions.

However, just one night later, he went to his hometown to steal clothes.

This efficiency is too high!

Xia Ning asked.

"I seemed to hear Auntie crying just now. Some of her old clothes were stolen. Why was she crying so sadly?"

Qin Xun said angrily.

"My mother carefully observed the footprints on the ground and found that the thief went directly to my room. It was obvious that the thief was an acquaintance."

Xia Ning was surprised.

"Did you Murakami folks steal it?"

Qin Xun saw Xia Ning's incredible expression and said.

"You don't think that rural people are simple and kind?"

"In recent years, people's lives have become better and theft has decreased a lot, but more than ten years ago, every year before the Chinese New Year, some bacon, sausages, chickens and ducks were stolen from the village?"

Xia Ning smiled and shook his head.

She doesn't believe in the stereotype that rural people must be simple and honest.

She had read some articles by local writers, some of which described chaotic stories in rural areas. She knew that large-scale fights could even break out in rural areas over competition for water for irrigation.

However, she couldn't understand how the villagers who had grown up watching Qin Xun naked could believe that he was a living Buddha?

Where in the world can you find such a sexy living Buddha?

Xia Ning asked.

"Did Auntie find out who stole your clothes?"

Qin Xun replied.

"My mother went to check the surveillance camera in the yard and found that it was a hooligans in the east end of the village."

"This lousy piece of shit actually used his phone to sneak in through the front door of my house, kicked open my bedroom door, and stole my clothes."

Xia Ning: "???"

Take pictures all the way in with your phone?

Anti-counterfeiting mark?

Qin Xun continued.

"My mother went to their house to look for him."

"As a result, that person disappeared long ago."

"My mother had a big argument with that scoundrel's mother, and ended up being criticized again. She said things like, 'Oh my god, your son has become successful, even his clothes have been stolen,' 'Now that he's rich, he looks down on the people in the village,' 'You're really good at wrongly accusing people,' 'I'm afraid all the ancestral graves will be moved.'"

"My mother didn't quarrel with me. She was so angry that she cried."

Xia Ning was stunned and speechless.

A grown-up person is crying because he has never had an argument before?

I remember Qin Xun said that Auntie was quite good at quarreling in the village. Maybe she lost the quarrel and her self-esteem was hurt?

She is really a strong aunt all her life.

Qin Xun punched the quilt and cursed.

"Call the police, call the police!"

Seeing how excited he looked, Xia Ning asked in confusion.

"Are you really going to call the police on Murakami because of some old clothes?"

"You can do this for your own good, but everyone in Murakami is related to you. If you really call the police, your aunt will definitely be criticized in Murakami in the future."

she suggested.

"Or you can find an elderly man in the village who has a say, and go to his house together to ask for an explanation."

Qin Xun thought about it, but still couldn't swallow it, so he said.

"Ningning, think about it."

"He must have stolen my clothes to sell."

"Why didn't you steal my clothes and sell them before, but now you steal my clothes and sell them?"

"It must be because of my status as a living Buddha. Most of the employers are old men and women!"

Xia Ning recalled that when she and Qin Xun were shopping in a small town in Shi'an, there was a stall selling blessed underwear on the street, and there were indeed some elderly people patronizing it.

She still didn't understand and asked.

"and then?"

Seeing her indifferent attitude, Qin Xun knew that she did not realize the seriousness of the matter, so he grabbed her arm tightly and said.

"And then what?"

"The old man took my three-year-old T-shirt and turned it into a tube top, and the old lady turned my six-year-old bitter tea into a hat. They wore them to bring good luck and ward off bad luck."

"Can you bear it?"

Xia Ning's mind immediately emerged with colorful clothes wrapped around the old man's chicken-like skin. He immediately got goose bumps and spoke loudly.

"Call the police, call the police!"

Qin Xun laughed.

Suddenly, he saw Xia Ning's bright red lips. He reached out to touch them and rubbed the lipstick on his fingertips.

"So lovely!"

Hearing this, Xia Ning turned his head to look out the window, waiting for Qin Xun's next move.

Qin Xun's voice came.

"Ningning, stop putting on makeup."

Xia Ning was a little nervous. Although she had many experiences with this, she still couldn't stand this kind of direct and naked teasing.

The meaning of not wearing makeup is that it will be white even if you put it on.

It's bound to be a fierce battle?

Xia Ning was still looking out the window without saying a word, but heard Qin Xun continue speaking.

"We didn't go out these days and just stayed in the hotel."

Xia Ning's ears felt a little hot.

Recently?

All in the hotel?

Don't die?

Xia Ning turned her back to Qin Xun and spoke in a low voice.

"Aren't we...going to Hamiyou Company to urge them to launch the game as soon as possible?"

"Just staying in the hotel?"

Behind him, Qin Xun said.

“Some fates have to be believed.”

"What if you fall off the elevator, get into a car accident, or suddenly die at work?"

"I won't let you leave your hotel room until Niu Xiaojun flies to Beijing to change the company's legal representative."

Xia Ning was startled, turned around, and looked at Qin Xun lying on the bed with wide eyes.

"So, you didn't let me leave the hotel because you were afraid I would die?"

Qin Xun noticed that her tone was a little hurried and asked in confusion.

"Yeah, what?"

"Any questions?"

Xia Ning was silent for a moment and then smiled.

"no problem."

After saying that, she punched Qin Xun in the chest.

"You are breaking the law by restricting personal freedom!"

Qin Xun: "???"

"Are you sick!"

"You're so angry because you weren't allowed to leave the hotel. You're like a little kid. Are you that playful?"

When Xia Ning heard the word "playful", she felt it was so harsh and shameful. She walked back to the dressing table with an expressionless face and started to remove her makeup.

Something is wrong, very wrong.

Has this guy really become a Buddhist and started to remain chaste?

Or does he have to sacrifice some abilities to do this?

……

after an hour.

The two ignored each other, didn't even eat breakfast, and just lay on the bed playing with their phones.

Qin Xun plays games.

Xia Ning was browsing an online shopping mall when she suddenly saw a product recommendation in the search bar and was stunned.

Portrait of the original god?