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It was particularly difficult to eat a meal. Fortunately, there was a demonstration on the table not far away, and the meal was finally finished. A bottle of wine, He Qianlin, was drunk by Wang Chunhua alone without touching it. Blushing, leaning on the seat with a little drunkenness and muttering: "It's a bit astringent, it's not as good as Baihua Niang, I haven't touched Jiuniang for a long time, it's a pity that I don't have a confidant!"

He Qianlin was going to take Wang Chunhua to buy clothes, but the curator at the moment was drunk, slumped on the seat, and stretched out his hand to invite the waiter to pay the bill. As soon as the bill was settled, He Qianlin was petrified immediately, holding the bill like a woman in a storm. It was like a small sapling, trembling even when standing.

It can't be that I am dazzled, why are there so many zeros behind this bill?Pursing her lips, she asked dryly, "Thirty-seven thousand and two hundred and sixty yuan?"

The waiter cracked his lips and smiled, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Well, the bottle of wine is 260 yuan, and the steak for two is [-] yuan!"

He Qianlin blinked, turned her head to look at the sleeping curator, reached out and took out the card she had brought just in case, and followed the waiter to the front desk.

After entering the password, the machine flashed red light, and a friendly voice came: "Sorry, the balance in the card is insufficient."

"Can I check first?" He Qianlin was at a loss as she held the card. This was her savings for so many years, and it was gone in one meal. It would be a lie to say that she didn't feel sorry for her. No wonder everyone said it was not easy to raise a daughter-in-law. Not only is it not easy, it is simply fatal, no wonder the curator doesn't like me, all my money can't even afford a meal.

All the money in the card was swiped away, and even the 500 yuan given by Liu Yan was taken out, and more than 100 yuan was still owed. He Qianlin was a little embarrassed, and looked at the waiter sincerely and said: "Why don't you come back with me?" Funeral home, shall I get the money for you?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then said sternly with a straight face: "What? Do you want to eat Overlord's meal?"

"No, you've also seen that I don't have enough money, so I don't mean not to give money!" He Qianlin shook her head, speaking sincerely.

The waiter frowned, looked He Qianlin up and down, rolled his eyes contemptuously, and said softly: "I dare not go to the funeral parlor with you, I am a living person looking for some bad luck."

"Then what do you want from me?" He Qianlin was not a fool, seeing the other party making things difficult for her, she simply pointed the topic out.

"Go to the kitchen and get paid for your work!"

"Okay, my friend..."

"It's okay, let her rest here, later, just pick her up after you finish your work!"

"Then what do I need to do?"

"Cut this carrot first, shred it!"

He Qianlin resigned to her fate and picked up the carrot on the side. She had never done this before. She put the carrot away with some hesitation, and cut it off with a knife. The elbow that was holding the carrot was suddenly bumped, and her fingers were squeezed under the knife. There was a big gap between the index finger, and blood came out instantly.

Before He Qianlin came back to her senses, the waiter at the side grabbed He Qianlin's finger and put it into her mouth. In the blink of an eye, He Qianlin felt that her vitality seemed to be lost along with the blood, and she felt a sudden chill in her heart. He quickly withdrew his hand and looked at the waiter warily.

The waiter grinned, his white teeth were still stained with bright red blood, and he spoke a little cheerfully: "Why are you so stupid, forget it, hurry up and take your friend away!"

He Qianlin squinted at the waiter with a gloomy face, turned around and went out, stomped her feet when she was at the door, and peeked through the crack of the door, only to see that the waiter's entire face was stuck on the chopping board, sticking out his full face. It was a tongue-coated pale tongue, licking the blood on the chopping board with a look of intoxication, as excited as a dog seeing a meaty bone.

He Qianlin felt a numbness in her heart, so she quickened her pace, stretched out her hand and looked at her fingers, the wound was white, as if soaked in water for a day and a night, it was clearly a freshly cut wound, but at this moment there was only A wide opening that doesn't even have the color of blood.

The waiter raised his head and saw He Qianlin passing by through the crack of the door. He couldn't help grinning. The bright red mouth made the waiter look very strange. At this moment, the waiter stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth. He could only feel the blood all over his body They were all burning, and they let out a soft hum when they were comfortable, and said to themselves: "I will come to you again!"

He Qianlin carried Wang Chunhua all the way back to the funeral home. If she hadn't carried the dead body for a long time, and if Wang Chunhua wasn't heavy, He Qianlin would have been exhausted halfway. Anyway, she carried Wang Chunhua back to the funeral home with all her strength.

Liu Yan was looking forward to it at the door of the office. Seeing that He Qianlin was back, she hurriedly helped get the curator to the dormitory. Seeing that He Qianlin's hair was soaked in sweat and stuck to her pale face, Liu Yan felt distressed: "Why? What's the matter, how did you eat like this after a meal?"

He Qianlin pursed her lips, feeling a little resentful: "I can't afford to support her. I ate 7000 two hundred and six for one meal."

Liu Yan's neck seemed to be strangled suddenly, and she didn't catch her breath for a while: "What? Where did you eat? Did you get blackmailed?"

"A bottle of wine thirty-seven thousand" He Qianlin walked to the bedroom with her head down, and rubbed her wound vigorously with soap.

Liu Yan was stunned for a moment: "Damn it, the damn wine holder dared to trick me on the head. Let's see if I don't kill him next time!"

He Qianlin suddenly thought of the strangeness of the waiter, fearing that something might happen to Liu Yan if she was reckless, she quickly turned off the faucet, looked at Liu Yan with a serious face and said, "Aunt Liu, don't make trouble, it's best to take a detour, there is no clean!"

Liu Yan was stunned again, God damn it, her little Qianlin was so eloquent, she couldn't recover from every sentence, thinking that all of He Qianlin's savings had been spent, and she was lying drunk on the bed again The head curator couldn't help feeling a little resentful. He tilted his head and thought about it, and then his eyes lit up: "Hey, it's said to be a couple. Naturally, what's yours is hers, and what's hers is yours. It doesn't matter. Auntie will help you. With my incense candles and the like, we can open tomorrow, borrow your name, and after making money, I will give you a little bit!"

He Qianlin nodded gratefully. Just as she was about to speak, she saw a black shadow suddenly appearing outside the window. He Qianlin's complexion changed, and she quickly pushed Liu Yan out in fright, and winked at Liu Yan's open-mouthed expression. Years of tacit understanding made Liu Yan's face turn pale, and he ran out like the wind.

He Qianlin didn't dare to meet the black shadow, so she pretended to tidy up beside the bed, and then she saw the black shadow slowly transforming into a figure from the corner of her eye. Looking at the graceful figure, she must have the same appearance, so He Qianlin deliberately moved towards the The figure walked, saw the man from the corner of the eye, was startled, his face remained unchanged, he took the clothes rail to collect some clothes, then calmly returned to the bed and folded the clothes aside.

This person is so beautiful, much prettier than the curator, the curator is pretty, but now this person is as beautiful as a fairy, not real at all, just one glance, you can see the rippling water There was a little tenderness in the eyes, and she was looking at the sleeping person on the bed without blinking at the moment, her eyebrows were unpainted but dark, her lips were unpainted but red, her cheeks were congealed like new litchi, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, but she was not frivolous. The earlobes are as round as beads, the breasts are full, the buttocks are round, the waist is full and can be grasped, and it is amiable to look at.

I don't know why, He Qianlin felt a little uncomfortable. The man looked at the curator's eyes and made her feel a little uncomfortable. The clothes in her hands were folded in an instant, and she put the clothes in the cabinet, but when she turned around, the woman actually nestled in the curator's eyes. In the arms of the lord, the crisp chest was squeezed into a deep gully by the arms of the curator.

He Qianlin was a little worried, what if she was squeezed out?Although the other party is a soul body, I can't let the curator do evil, right?

He Qianlin lay down on the bed with a blank expression, and forced her arm under the curator's neck somewhat roughly, and then pulled the curator's arm that was placed on the chest of the soul body, and pulled the curator into her arms.

The curator only felt that He Qianlin's whole body was slightly cold, and it was very comfortable to hold her in this hot night, so she couldn't help but bury her on He Qianlin's shoulder and put her foot on He Qianlin's waist without hesitation.

He Qianlin looked down, and her eyes were instantly attracted by the plump roundness. Although it was not as big as the soul body, it belonged to the curator after all. Her fingertips suddenly felt itchy, and a soft feeling spread in her mind. She touched it last time, but the curator didn't seem to like it.

Well, anyway, the curator is also asleep, so it should be okay to touch it again, right?If the curator is not happy, at worst, I can touch it back for her!

He Qianlin pursed her lips, feeling a little nervous. Just as she was about to reach out, she heard the head curator muttering: "Peony, stop making trouble!"

peony?Who is Peony?He Qianlin couldn't help frowning, and when she looked sideways, she saw that the soul directly met her eyes. Before she could retract her pink tongue, she couldn't help but smile provocatively when she saw He Qianlin looking at her, and licked it on Wang Chunhua's earlobe After licking it, she sat up with unfinished thoughts, looked at He Qianlin with a half-smile and said, "You can really see me!"

He Qianlin said with a sullen face, "Who are you?"

"Me?" The beauty covered her mouth and smiled, raised her eyebrows slightly, and winked at He Qianlin, her voice was soft and soft: "I am the peony that Si Ming just mentioned!"

He Qianlin stretched out her hand to pull up the air conditioner, but Wang Chunhua was swept into it, and she hugged her tightly in her arms, with a vigilant expression on her face: "She is mine!"

The beauty was taken aback for a moment, then she was overjoyed. She pointed at He Qianlin with her green fingers, and exhaled like blue: "Oh, why?" .