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When Wang Chunhua woke up the next day, she only felt a splitting headache, as if someone had hit her with a hammer in her sleep, or as if she was unable to wake up after drinking the flowers, she frowned slightly, and did not open her eyes. , just said softly: "Come here, bring a bowl of hangover soup!"

"Oh, curator, you're awake, it's great that you're awake, curator, are you feeling well?"

Wang Chunhua, who made a loud bluffing voice, was a little displeased. She reached out to drive away, but her body froze suddenly. She seemed to have found a funeral parlor, and she was not in her own palace at the moment. Why was there such pain at the other end?

The memories of last night flooded into her mind in an instant, Wang Chunhua only felt a surge of anger suddenly rising in her heart, wishing to tear the person from last night to pieces, she couldn't help but opened her eyes, propped herself up, and looked at the waiting man. Liu Yan at the side, with a cold light in his eyes, asked through gritted teeth, "Where's He Qianlin? Tell her to come see me, immediately, immediately!"

Liu Yan was so stared at by Wang Chunhua, she just felt chills all over her body, she knelt down on the ground subconsciously, and begged for mercy in a low voice: "Curator, don't be angry, this girl Qianlin didn't do it on purpose, she came here today She is a big customer, and I heard that she is not a small official, and Qian Lin went to wait for her early in the morning, and she is the only skilled worker in this funeral home, so you must hold your hand high!"

After Liu Yan finished speaking, she realized that she was kneeling on the ground. She couldn't help being stunned. She just thought it was funny. She was so frightened by the new curator. , I must be too worried about He Qianlin, it must be like this, I secretly raised my eyes to look at Wang Chunhua, whose expression was cloudy and uncertain, and thought about it, maybe I should avoid this anger, maybe it will be fine after a while!

Thinking of this, Liu Yan hurriedly got up and smiled obsequiously: "The curator hasn't eaten yet, I'm going to make breakfast for the curator, curator, please get up and wash up first!" As soon as she finished speaking, she ran away in a hurry Going out, it looks like there is a wild beast chasing after you.

Wang Chunhua only felt annoyed, damn He Qianlin, she ran away without apologizing, we rode donkeys, read the songbook and knocked, got up, stood in front of the changing mirror, the screaming in our throats almost disappeared Hold back, there is now a big lump on the forehead that was originally smooth, if there is a symmetrical one on the left side, it will look a bit like an old birthday star.

Good, that's good, good He Qianlin, you dare to let yourself be so embarrassed, I have never been the only one who bullies others, no one dares to bully me, so I, Wang Chunhua, will write it down, Wang Chunhua can't wait to bite her silver teeth and reach out her hand Feeling from her bosom, she took out a blue and white porcelain bottle the size of a thumb, pulled out the cork, a faint fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose, the bottle tilted slightly, and a drop of crystal clear liquid fell on Wang Chunhua's spread index finger .

Spread this crystal clear liquid evenly on the big lump, I just feel that the painful pain gradually became a little cool, seeing the lump in the mirror gradually getting smaller, and finally restored to its original state, looking carefully, Not even a tiny scratch, Wang Chunhua nodded in satisfaction.

After changing her clothes, Wang Chunhua walked to the office gracefully. Last night was a scandal. It is best not to have a third person know about it except God knows her and He Qianlin. Think about it early in the morning. Liu Yan in the dormitory, Wang Chunhua's pretty face turned cold. It's better that Liu Yan doesn't know, otherwise the whole account will be on He Qianlin's head, and he will see how he tortures her.

The office has long been occupied by a group of strangers, Wang Chunhua smiled, and calmly sat down at the desk from the complex eyes of these people who were shocked, hesitant, and defensive!

"Are you the curator? I didn't expect the new curator to be so young. Hello, hello!" A woman about 50 years old was in very good condition, with only some dark marks on her face. Her hair in a bun was still black, and she stretched out her right hand toward Wang Chunhua in a graceful manner.

"Sorry, I never shake hands with people. Why do you guys come here? You might as well explain it clearly. Since I'm promoted to the post of curator, I will naturally do my best!" Wang Chunhua smiled and nodded at the woman.

There was a flash of astonishment in the woman's eyes, and then there was a bit of gloom. She just blinked and then returned to softness. The willow leaf eyebrows lightly frowned, and the almond eyes flushed instantly, which made people feel pity. Repeating the previous emotions was just an illusion. He whispered softly: "Then my...sir...just ask the curator!"

Wang Chunhua nodded politely, and saw Liu Yan running over with a bowl of red dates and goji berry porridge, cleared some unknown documents on Wang Chunhua's desk, put the porridge away, and said with a smile, "Eat it, curator!"

After finishing speaking, he looked back at the surprised people all over the room, and they just squeezed out a sad expression with wrinkled faces: "Mrs. Qin, don't worry, there is the curator here, to ensure that Mr. Qin is intact." Walk in a decent way overall! My condolences, pay attention to your health!"

With Liu Yan's support, Mrs. Qin also went to the sofa outside the office and sat down, holding a handkerchief, wiping her tears from time to time.

On the contrary, there are seven or eight young people who came here randomly, and only two of them looked really sad with red eyes, and the rest of them were just sitting there playing with their mobile phones, and complained dissatisfiedly, there is no wifi, bad reviews !

Wang Chunhua picked up the small spoon and put it into her mouth in small mouthfuls, but a bowl of porridge was delicious. Mrs. Qin blinked. People who understand etiquette are probably born in a high-level family. They all say that the funeral home in the east of the city I can only accept some 'casual' jobs. If the master hadn't died too badly, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been sent here, but right now, maybe this curator can have a good relationship.

There are four boys, three girls, and one who seems to be a housekeeper. His temples are a little gray, and he has been waiting beside Mrs. Qin. The three boys have been scrutinizing Wang Chunhua unscrupulously, and their eyes are full of lust. , if it weren't for today's special day, just go back and play a few adult games.

Liu Yan smacked her mouth, saw Wang Chunhua stop the spoon, and wanted to take the opportunity to offend He Qianlin. When she looked up, she saw Wang Chunhua's smooth forehead, and she was in a hurry to deliver the porridge. I saw a lump as big as an egg, and there were some blood stains on it. When I helped clean up the wound later, the wound was scabbed, and the red and black scratches were extremely obvious. Why did the wound disappear within an hour? ?

Liu Yan wiped her eyes secretly, and an uncontrollable thought arose, she couldn't suppress it, could such a beautiful curator be transformed by a vixen, or what about the lump on his head?It will take a week to say nothing!

Wang Chunhua didn't care what Liu Yan thought, but now that her stomach was full, some delayed things would naturally be on the agenda. She cleared her throat and said, "I'll go see He Qianlin."

Liu Yan was so frightened by Wang Chunhua's question that her growing brain was closed in an instant. Anyway, the curator has been destroyed by He Qianlin's hands. It doesn't matter whether she is a human, a ghost or a vixen. She is already He Qianlin's person, so she shouldn't harm her!

Liu Yan felt that her thoughts were becoming more and more strange, but she had never seen any strange things in the crematorium, and she seemed to be used to it, but this is really not a good habit!Looking at Wang Chunhua's back, Liu Yan felt that the more she looked at her, the more pleasing she was to her eyes. Unknowingly, she took on the attitude of a mother-in-law examining her daughter-in-law.

When Wang Chunhua walked to the backyard, the mage field was already filled with wreaths, and some people were prostrating here. Gao Nan, who was arranging the wreaths, blinked at Wang Chunhua and smiled ambiguously. Wang Chunhua just felt strange and had no time to pay attention to these people. He turned his head and walked towards the morgue without hesitation. When he passed the cremation room, Gao Lei, who was standing at the door, cast him a wink of unknown meaning.

Wang Chunhua knew her own charm, but she didn't believe that the ambiguous looks on the faces of these two people were aimed at her. Did they all know that she was beaten by He Qianlin last night?Good He Qianlin, Wang Chunhua suddenly felt a chill.

Walking to the door, she saw a man in a blue shirt busy with a needle and thread. Wang Chunhua stopped, thinking about how she was scared away yesterday, and felt a little annoyed. She couldn't force it at night, and she didn't dare to go in during the day. What's the matter? What's going on!

He Qianlin concentrated on pinching the needle and thread in her hand. Seeing that the light at the door was suddenly blocked, she felt a little displeased. When she looked up, she saw Wang Chunhua standing at the door with her head lowered and her eyebrows furrowed as if thinking about something. Last night's atrocity, I carefully looked at Wang Chunhua's forehead, the redness and swelling had disappeared long ago, how could this be?He Qianlin blinked, sewed the last stitch, and trimmed the thread. Then she took off her gloves, walked straight to Wang Chunhua, and touched her forehead that should have been swollen.

The cold touch made Wang Chunhua shudder. She looked up and saw the person in front of her, and she was stunned. Out of the corner of her eye, she accidentally spotted the person on the mortuary table. This time, she didn't see any terrible scene, just like sleeping alone. As if he was asleep, he lay quietly, stared at He Qianlin with almond eyes, and looked at He Qianlin with some dignity: "How dare you kick me out of bed!"

He Qianlin withdrew her hand, pursed her lips, and didn't answer. She did do a little too much last night, but what about the scar on the curator's head?Why is it gone?Could it be that Aunt Liu Yan has some secret method?

The scar on the curator's forehead is gone, so you don't have to marry her yourself?He Qianlin's eyes lit up, and she felt that the boulder that had been suppressed in her chest suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and she seemed to feel a little bit of loss while relaxing. Of course, this never-before-seen emotion didn't make He Qianlin care.

If Wang Chunhua knew that because of her beautiful love, the red envelope on her forehead was removed, and she lost a picture of He Qianlin undressing at night, would she be so angry that she wanted to vomit blood? Obviously He Qianlin had already thought about it. Since she has to be responsible, of course she can To be honest, it's a pity that when I saw Wang Chunhua's smooth and smooth forehead, such a small thought was blown away with the wind!

There were still 'people' waiting for her in the morgue. Seeing that Wang Chunhua was fine, He Qianlin went to the sink beside her and wiped the disinfectant to wash her hands carefully.

"Hey, why don't you talk? Don't think that if you don't talk, I can forgive you. Let me tell you, you'd better take off your clothes and show me at night. Otherwise, or... I want you to look good !" Wang Chunhua raised her head and looked arrogant and domineering. She remembered that as long as her second sister showed this expression, her suitors would accept everything no matter how difficult it was.

He Qianlin ignored Wang Chunhua's nagging, wiped her hands clean, took out a set of cosmetics from a separate cabinet beside her, poured a basin of warm water and stood it aside, moistened the sponge, and began to wipe the face of the person lying down.

"Hey, why are there marks on this person's face?" Seeing that He Qianlin ignored her, Wang Chunhua simply walked to her side, her eyes fell on the lying person with a bit of curiosity and resistance.

This person has a full sky and thick ears. He looks like a blessed person, and there is absolutely no such big scar on his face.

"Sew" He Qianlin uttered a word, and took a dry sponge to wipe off the water stains on her face one by one.

The voice like a lark made Wang Chunhua slightly stunned, and looked at He Qianlin in surprise, ignoring the meaning of He Qianlin's words, and just smiled jokingly: "Oh, I thought you couldn't speak, but I didn't expect you to speak very nicely Yes!"

The corners of He Qianlin's mouth hidden under the mask twitched slightly, she ignored Wang Chunhua, and just picked up a makeup sponge and rubbed the heavy foundation to wipe off the face of the lying 'human'.

The person who had been dead for a long time and didn't even have a heartbeat suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were fixed on He Qianlin, full of resentment and hatred!