Su Que felt a headache, not to mention anything else, that is, her original body had been killed, and this matter was enough for her to worry.

There were also a few cases of the tuba disappearing in the previous life, although she had faintly heard about the way to deal with this matter, but in her previous life, the tuba was still alive after all, and she was still a little panicked if she wanted her to deal with this matter calmly.

After all, although she can stay in the trumpet now, the trumpet will be sealed when the end of the night comes, where will she go then?

Do you want to become a Piao?

She'd never heard of it anyway.

Thinking about it like this, Su Que's head hurt even more.

The account in the second account is actually similar to playing QQ, you can have a large number bound to the mobile phone, and you can also open a small account under the large number.

Dealing with the loss of the large number is not much different from the gameplay of QQ.

Either re-register a large number, or bind the phone directly to the small number and let the small number become your large number.

Of course, Su Que still wants to be a soft and cute girl, so it is impossible to bind herself directly to the trumpet of this gender as a man, so she has to try the first method.

- Go and register a large number again.

However, do you think you just need to register an account and you're done?

No, you're naïve, and you still have experience points to re-farm.

Counting the experience of the last few months in Vientiane, Su Que's tuba has been signed in the world for seventeen consecutive years, and the account level is naturally Lv.17. If you re-register one, I'm afraid you'll have to start practicing at Lv.1.

Su Que didn't think that he could live in the last days as a one-year-old baby.

- So she had to hire an AI booster to help her quickly resign for the seventeen-year sign-in.

Su Que's head was already hurting so much that he couldn't straighten up.

She let out a long sigh, straightened the hem of her clothes, got up from her office chair, and looked around.

Putting aside the tricky matter of the tuba for the time being, you have to deal with your own trumpet in advance.

In addition to his dark wooden desk, there are half office green plants and a mirror with an entire wall.

The sunlight from the window is slightly oblique, and the mirror on the wall reflects a dazzling light under the action of the sunlight, illuminating the wall on the opposite side that is crawling with green plants.

The mirror wall is not a complete wall, but a whole wall of mirrors.

Su Que came to this strange wall and saw that there were vanity mirrors, barbershop mirrors, portable mirrors, and large glass mirrors on it.

These mirrors are not even removed from the colorful frames, and are directly hung on the wall, and the chaotic shape makes the whole wall look unsightly.

Su Que couldn't understand the psychological activities of the president who was sitting in the office before, don't normal presidents like coffee + copywriting? Why did this person like the mirror + plant?

Although she doesn't understand, she doesn't have too many doubts in her heart, after all, she has never been a CEO, maybe people are just like this.

Thinking so, Su Que came to one of the mirrors and looked into the mirror, wanting to see his small boss figure.

But to her surprise, the mirror was empty, and there was nothing.

It's not accurate to say that there is nothing in the mirror, because the greenery behind him and the circle of light reflected by the sun are clearly reflected in the mirror, but he, the protagonist, does not leave any figure in the mirror.

Su Que was suspicious that he was dazzled, so he quickly took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and looked in the mirror again.

- Still nothing.

The breeze coming in from the window shook the plants behind them, and the plants in the mirror shook the leaves, and the bright halo set off green waves on the wall behind them.

The only person who wasn't reflected in the mirror now stands in front of the mirror and looks in the mirror and feels very flustered.

Su Que calmly looked around and saw a mirror hanging on the door of the office.

This time, he was reflected in the mirror, a tall, thin man in a suit and glasses looking at her in the mirror.

Su Que glanced at the mirror hanging on the office door and the mirror on the entire wall.

So is there something wrong with her, or is there something wrong with the mirrors on this whole wall?

Su Que shook his head and didn't think any further.

Whether he has another mystery about his trumpet, or if the mirrors on this whole wall are demons and monsters, she is now so obscene that she just wants to live.

Thinking of this, Su Que ignored the wall with the mentality that if she came, she came to the mirror in front of the office door that could reflect her shadow, so that she could clearly see her prosperous beauty.

It's hard to be a handsome guy again, she has to take a good look at what it's like to have a handsome face in front of her.

The man in the mirror is about twenty-six or seventeen, a face is as handsome as a knife, and the delicate facial features on his face are completely different from those on Nan Ke's face, the former only looks heroic, and the latter is heroic with a bit of beauty that only virtual singers have.

Su Que looked at the man in Zhilan Yushu in the mirror, touched his face again and again, and felt that he was really like the boss of Mary Suwen now, especially the jaw with a perfect curvature, she didn't know how this person could look so good.

She secretly compared Nan Ke's face with her current face in her heart, but unfortunately found that Nan Ke was a little better-looking.

Although she usually doesn't talk to Nan Ke when she chats, the beauty of the virtual singer's prosperity is really suffocating that she can look good no matter what dimension she is in.

But speaking of Nanke......

Su Que pulled his tie, and suddenly thought that he seemed to have forgotten something important.

- yes, her phone!

Although her tuba was indeed killed, the phone was still in her pocket, and Nan Ke was in the phone, so ...... Isn't he in danger of being swallowed by the ground with her corpse?

Su Que was taken aback, this time he didn't even have time to appreciate his face.

Although Nan Ke is stinky and talkative, he is still a very useful teammate at a critical time, if he is really swallowed, it is false for her to say that she is not sad.

Su Que hurriedly opened the door of the office, and a small clerk passed by in the aisle, and when he saw him come out, he hurriedly bowed respectfully:

"Hello President."

Su Que just wanted to pull out a smile, but suddenly remembered that he was now a boss.

This...... Mary Suven's overlord ...... You don't seem to laugh much, do you......?

Su Que hurriedly withdrew his smile, tightened his face, and let out a cold and indifferent "um".

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