I Fell in Love After Becoming a Ghost

The boss got up before the sun rose in the morning.

Jiang, who is not sleepy as a ghost, also misses the feeling of sleeping very much.

It's been a long time, I've been dead for more than ten days, and I don't feel sleepy at all.

Live with the boss at three points and one line, at home, in the company, and in the cemetery.

He looked numb at his own tombstone.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

There was a rhythmic knock on the door, and Jiang was familiar with the young man who entered the office.

The boss' special assistant, who reports business to the boss.

Recently, I have been observing the things that the boss handles. Fortunately, they are all about the company. I guess I was blindsided last time.

What do you think, why is yourself so important.

Self-deprecatingly raised the corners of his mouth, Jiang also went to the boss's table and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, remember to eat. I'll go back to the company for a walk, see you later."

Jiang also walked out of the office directly.

Xie Chen raised his head.

Unconsciously pressing his chest with his hands, the already empty office felt empty for some reason.

When he woke up in the hospital, he had decided to go with him.

Originally, the belief in living was to protect him, and this order was given by him. Without him, there is no meaning of living.

If it weren't for the occasional auditory hallucinations after waking up, and the half-real images of the previous two days, he should already be a new tomb next to his tomb.

Knowing that there is no scientific basis.

But what science do you want?

When he hears and sees, he has expectations and fantasies.

After consulting some information, they all said that his condition was caused by a nervous system disorder, in short, a mental illness.

If the little guy heard these words, he would definitely stare back with a pair of deer eyes on his hips: "You are the one who is mentally ill, and your whole family is mentally ill."

Jiang Ye leaned against the billboards on the side of the road, looked at the cars that came and went, stopped and stopped, and carefully considered which one to prostitute for free.

If you don’t want to take the bus, you can take the bus without paying. Of course, you can take a good bus.

The luxury car has not been selected yet, and a familiar RV arrives.

Jiang Ye narrowed his peach eyes with a smile, and ran away.

Among the cars waiting at the red light, one was assigned by the company to the artist!

Even if there are no acquaintances in the car, they will definitely return to the company!

Save yourself a while and have to figure out where to go and which one to prostitute.

As soon as the red light changed, Jiang also went straight into the car and jumped into the nanny's car.

"Oh, why are you so stupid, are your hands disabled?"

"sorry Sorry."

The squeamish female voice raised sharply, and the young man who was squatting on the car to adjust the buckles of her shoes hastily apologized.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know I'm sorry, I really don't know why the company gave me a dead man's waste."

"Unlucky is dead."

The girl is young, fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged, with a pure and lovely face that is harmless to humans and animals.

The owner of the face, Jiang, also had an impression of Ge Qianqian.

The company's newly signed artist came in from the talent show.

Jiang Ye's always smiling peach blossom eyes had a tinge of coldness visible to the naked eye.

Not because he was most likely to be the dead man she said, but because the young man who was kicked and staggered and apologized was his assistant Li Xiaoou.

Brother Xiao Ou crying out of breath in the cemetery.

Li Xiaoou swallowed his anger and waited on new artists. He said that some female artists were not very popular and had a bad temper. Before following Brother Jiang, he had been with a menopausal female artist and suffered greatly from it.

But in order to live, the tuition fees of younger brothers and sisters must be swallowed.

Those few years with Brother Jiang were when he felt the most valuable.

Brother Jiang had just left, and the company distributed him to new artists.

I heard that Ge Qianqian's background is not simple, and the people above and even the company have to give a little face. Before him, several assistants had resigned.

The specific reason for resignation is kept silent, the company has a confidentiality agreement, and the artist's privacy is not allowed, including the status of the usual speech.

It is to lose money.

So even if I have no one in my eyes, it doesn't prevent a group of crazy fans outside who shout that the little cute little angel wants to protect her.

Li Xiaoou obeyed the instructions for more than ten days. Hearing this, he stood up, his palms curled up, his eyes were red, and his body trembled a little.

Before he could speak, the woman sitting next to him said, "Qianqian, how many times have I told you, think twice before you speak outside."

"The entertainment industry is not the Ge family, and Keyboard Man is not something you can control."

"Shut up your temper, miss, don't be caught by someone."

The woman seemed to mean something, and glanced at Li Xiaoou.

Ge Qianqian raised his head and stared fiercely: "He dares!"

"It's good that I didn't say he was depressed. If he dares to spread rumors about me, I will make him unable to find a job for the rest of his life."

Li Xiaoou couldn't swallow the words in his mouth, and he didn't know where the courage came from. He looked at the arrogant and dismissive person: "Miss Ge, please respect the deceased."

"Hehe, what's the matter? Why are you complaining about your short-lived master? What's wrong with him? Didn't you say that I'm tone-deaf and can't do anything? There's a back door?"

"Why did I die so early, and my soul go to the west before I can express my grievances?"

"To tell you the truth, you are here to vent your anger. Can't you bear to resign?"

The girl's delicate face spat out the vicious words that were taken for granted, and she also looked smug after she finished speaking.

The person next to her patted her: "What are you fussing about with an assistant? Hurry up and get familiar with the script. The past will be over. If everyone is gone, why don't you still think about flogging the corpse?"

"If you can."

Jiang Ye looked at Li Xiaoou whose eyes were red in the back row of the car, and sighed silently.

If the woman didn't tell him, he would have forgotten about it.

Xiao Ou's younger brother took the blame for himself.

At that time, he was a draft artist, and he was invited to be a guest guest because of his handsome appearance.

At that time, he happened to meet a few girls arguing in the dressing room during the filming.

Watching girls quarrel for the first time directly refreshed his three views.

The thing is probably that a player with an ordinary background accidentally soiled her shoes.

She chased and caught it, and insisted on wearing it on her feet for people to squat down and wipe it off.

Otherwise, you will automatically withdraw from the game.

Originally, this was nothing, arrogant, unreasonable, and lacking in quality, the subsequent development was a bit shocking.

The arrogant girl ordered the girls next to her to take off each other's clothes, and threatened to ruin her reputation by posting it on the Internet.

The reason turned out to be that the opponent's popularity among the audience was too high and the number of votes was too high, so the black-box operation could not be carried out.

This made Jiang Ye very angry when he heard it.

He went directly to pull the girl, and said a lot of nonsense with righteous words.

I forgot what to say, it doesn't sound good anyway.

But people are definitely offended.

The background is indeed not simple, the agent specifically told him, but so what, isn't a long mouth just for people to talk?

The two never met after that.

Under the transaction of money, there is not even a splash.

Jiang also went to the production team until after his death.

He glanced at Li Xiaoou, who was trembling for him, and patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you, Xiaoou, brother, I'm sorry."

"It would be great if I could live for a while, brother will give you all the money."