Smile.

Mr. Secretary tried to keep smiling.

But he knew his expression was ugly.

My muscles are stiff. The apple muscles were laughed against the cheekbones, so uncomfortable.

But he couldn't think of any expression to face the person in front of him. His second aunt.

Did he take out the scissors in his pocket, laughed and said: Hey, second aunt, I'll send you scissors!

Don't talk about pulling out scissors, just talking, Mr. Secretary doesn't dare to say it.

He was afraid that as soon as the other party agreed, a piece of tongue would fall out of his mouth.

At this moment, there was movement at the entrance. Someone opened the door, and someone even spoke. Although the sound was not loud, it still made a lot of noise.

Mr. Secretary breathed a sigh of relief. It's good to have sound, it's good to have sound. I don't know why he thinks so. But he always felt that this strange fear came from quietness.

The person who spoke entered the door, probably knowing that there was a visitor, was coming in their direction.

Soon, a man appeared around the corner.

Mr. Secretary's smile stiffened even more.

The person who came was the messenger who was dressed in the clothes of a servant.

When the messenger saw Mr. Secretary, he was stunned for a moment, then walked over with a smile on his face, leaned over to him, and asked in a low voice, "Are you really here?" ”

Isn't this nonsense? He's standing here and it's biting his ears, could it be fake?

Mr. Secretary didn't know why he was so quiet. He only felt that the proximity of this poor person made him feel very uncomfortable, as if a snake was spitting a letter in his ear, knowing that the other party would not bite him, but he couldn't help but tremble all over.

It's cold.

Mr. Secretary tensed and nodded. The movements were a little stiff, the same as his muscles.

"Did you bring anything?" The poor man's voice was still so quiet, compared to the volume of the loud voice he had just spoken at the door, it was like two people.

Stuff? What is it?

Mr. Secretary subconsciously touched the scissors in his pocket.

The poor man seemed to feel the movement in his hand and looked down.

The shape of the scissors in the pocket is exposed.

"Great! You actually brought it! The messenger almost jumped up, although his face was still smiling, but there was an unbearable excitement in his voice.

Mr. Secretary was stunned, and before he could react, the scissors in his pocket had already flown out and landed on the poor man's hand.

A pair of shiny scissors.

The messenger held it like a primitive man holding a fire of the prairie and showing it off to his people, with a glorious and proud gesture.

He seemed to be saying, let's pull out the tongue hell, finally there are scissors! In the future, it hurts too much to pull out the tongue, so you can cut it off secretly! You have less pain, I have less trouble, everyone takes what they need, how complete!

And all the people in the prison who saw this scene around them all stood up from their seats at this moment, although their faces were still stiff smiles, their eyes were shining with the bright and bright water of thieves, as if they had found water in the desert and regained hope in despair.

They laughed. No longer a toothless smile, but an open mouth and a silent laugh.

Some of their mouths are empty.

Some of them fell out with a large ball of long tongues, which rolled to the ground because they were too long, and some even rolled directly to the feet of Mr. Secretary, beating happily.

It's a thank you to him.

Mr. Secretary finally understood why they were all so quiet

。 Even the second aunt, who kidnapped herself morally in a dream, just stuck out her tongue to look at him at this time, smiling with a wrinkled face, but she didn't say a word.

Either no tongue or big tongue, who can speak?

Before leaving, the secretary saw the shoes he had bought yesterday on a table at the door.

There is only one pair left. It was a pair of sparkling high heels with many bright diamonds, which were uncomfortable to wear at first glance.

The messenger who sent them away saw the secretary looking at the high heels, pointed to the shoes and explained: "The others have been sold, but this pair is not easy to wear, and no one buys it." Why don't you take it back and keep it for yourself? ”

This sense of déjà vu is like you bring a bunch of things to your uncle's house, and your uncle picks and chooses to take out two things from it and tells you, we don't need these, you can take them back and use them yourself.

Peaty. These are hellish heels! What did he bring home for? Do you want to keep it as a souvenir?

"You can take it with you, take it back as a souvenir." The prison painting, which had not spoken all this time, suddenly spoke.

Mr. Secretary: "......"

On the way back, Mr. Secretary didn't ask the others why there were no scissors in the tongue-pulling hell. As a master in the office, I know that this is like asking why game software can't be installed in the office computer. Can it be loaded? I can't. Want to pretend? I want to die.

Therefore, the second aunt didn't dare to ask him directly in her dream for scissors, but only dared to ask for money. But the poor man can ask secretly, quietly. This is also the reason why he didn't bring money to the second aunt, but won the gratitude of the second aunt.

In retrospect, the folds on that face seemed to say: Boy, go to the road!

When he returned to the prison painting shop, Mr. Secretary only felt that the chill and oppression all over his body were completely gone, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

But he was still in a cold sweat.

The physical discomfort has recovered, but the damage to the mind is permanent.

Seeing that his face was struggling and wanting to stop talking, he handed over a glass of mineral water very considerately.

Mr. Secretary took it gratefully. He only felt that the cold beauty in front of him was full of human touch, much better than those who smirked at him with their tongues.

"A thousand for the journey."

Mr. Secretary retracted what he had just thought.

After a long time, Mr. Secretary asked with a conscientious and responsible attitude: "Can the other party receive the money if I go down and send the money myself?" ”

"Yes."

Mr. Secretary nodded with satisfaction. In this case, you can let the boss go to hell by himself, and no matter how much money he sends, he only needs to pay a leading fee. The scene is still big.

"I can receive it, but I can't use cash. Neither can the Stygian coin. Unburned coins, like banknotes without watermarks, are wasted. ”

“……”

"You may not be able to get it if you burn it directly. There's a lot going on here, you know. ”

Mr. Secretary looked at the prison painting and silently scanned the QR code on the cash register for 2,000 yuan. This trip was not without his gains. I found a paper burning shop that I could recommend to my boss, and I also found a way to give money to my family in the future.

The money was not spent in vain.

Of course, if his boss Jiang Beiying knew that he had the idea of letting himself go to hell to send money to his eldest brother, it was estimated that Jing Li would directly evaporate him from the world.

Prison Painting looked at his collection record with dissatisfaction. This order was too small, because there were only a few pairs of high heels, and she hadn't taken a commission from the underground side yet. Although it is still earned in terms of labor and income, it is still far from enough for her huge needs.

I saw the secretary who opened the door and was about to go out

"There are other businesses that can be done," the painting shouted. If you are interested, check it out. You bring someone here, and I'll give you a commission. ”

In these days, it is difficult to make money for the living, and it is not easy to make money for the dead.

The number of slimmed down customers brought in from the King's Landing Hotel is getting smaller and smaller. Although the fame is spreading, there are only a few people who are willing to spend a lot of money to lose weight, not to mention liposuction that sounds so outrageous? After calculating the expenses and income of the recent store, there is still at least seven million shorts to get the second stage of the exercise cheats from Erlang God.

This is still according to the price of a 20% discount after threatening Erlang God.

picked up the mobile phone and flipped through it randomly, and suddenly found that there were many people in the circle of friends forwarding a piece of news.

Yang Jin was injured in a filming scene and recuperated for three months.

Isn't Yang Jin just ...... Erlang God Yang Jian?

He filmed scenes, can he get hurt?

!

Click on the link and read it from beginning to end. It was actually confirmed by the official media, and there were photos of injuries lying on stretchers. In the photo, Yang Jin was smiling with pain on his face, his legs were covered with something, and he couldn't see the injury clearly. And the link message is full of tears from fans.

Oba, hold on!

Husband, I'm not around, take care of yourself!

Woowoowoo...... Husband, where did you get hurt?

Ladies and gentlemen, follow the main palace escort!

Upstairs, at this time, it's still big and small, and the skin is thick enough!

Seconded.

Σ(⊙⊙"a, are you still in the mood to say this at this time? Don't talk about it, feed Jin Jin, I'm too lazy to take care of you.

I'm rubbing, upstairs is the real shameless!

Seconded.

Seconded.

Seconded.

Look, Erlang Zhenjun's fans are no different from those harem girls, wearing gold and silver are for women, as for whether the man is standing or lying, it doesn't matter too much. It doesn't matter if you're blind.

While he was thinking wildly, the wind chimes rang at the door.

Visitor.

Prison painting was just about to put down the phone and pretend to say welcome.,When I raised my eyes, I saw the hero in the phone standing in front of me.,Take off your sunglasses on the other.,Take off your mask on the other.,The hat fell to the ground.,Revealing a messy hair.,Look embarrassed.。

"Erlang God?"

The prison painting looked at Erlang God in surprise.

When Erlang God saw the prison painting, he was also stunned.

"Brother and sister?"

Seeing Erlang God's attitude, the prison painting was even more confused. If you want to say that your new store is open, it makes sense for Yang Jian to congratulate him or something. But he didn't know that this was his own shop, but he still came to look for it, which is strange.

Yang Jian pointed to the words written on the glass and asked, "One-way errands, is it going down?" ”

"yes." Prison Painting nodded.

"Okay. How much does it cost? ”

"You're going to bring something down?" Instead of answering his question, he asked him instead.

For this kind of person who has just slaughtered her a lot, she has to be careful.

Yang Jian seemed to see the mind of the painting, took a deep breath, touched his head, flicked the ash on his shoulder, adjusted his image, and then sat on the sofa pretending to be calm.

"Hey, it's not an important thing, too lazy to bother those old brethren. Tell me, who isn't in charge now? What are you bothering people for? I found out from the King's Landing Hotel that you can do it here, so I simply spent some money for convenience. How do you know that it is actually a store opened by your brother and sister. It's fate. ”