Actually, it's not that I'm afraid of my own safety, it's just the stuff in my stomach......

I'm finding more and more that I don't care about this little thing.

Especially when I thought that he had just transformed into a dragon and came out of my stomach, my heart rose to my throat and I was shocked; When he came back into my body, I felt like mother and child were one......

It feels amazing, for the first time in my life, to have this desire to protect this little thing.

Add to that the fact that things at work, especially the three of us in the wolf's den, are also dangerous. Really be careful this time.

"Okay, then I'll say thank you first." I smiled and hid the uneasiness in my heart, "When my boss is cured, I will stay alone, after all, our time to smell the boss is precious." ”

made a bold suggestion, and the old bald head showed a smile that could not be said to be contemptuous or playful.

To put it mildly, it can be regarded as winning their trust. But then it wasn't so easy.

After that, we have to recite the Blessed Virgin Mary all day, and then we have to listen to lectures every day, and what is even more terrifying, we have to learn "investing".

These people have pyramid scheme-type activities, and what I have never been able to understand is that for this kind of braggart that earns 100,000 yuan a day, lives in a mansion for ten days, develops greatly in the future, and has a reputation for thousands of years, why do some people know that this thing is exaggerated, but they still believe it regardless of whether it is true or false......

After this period of undercover, I have gradually gained the trust of my confidants, but I have been bullied a lot, especially the big bald head, who often asks me to do some hard work.

Carrying wooden stakes and buckets, every night it seems like I am going to be tired and break my waist, and in less than a day's work, my hands are calloused. Because every time we invite this Lady of Silicon, the church has to build a building to decorate the venue.

And Wen Zihao didn't know where to go, after communicating with the big bald head that day, only me and Yaqi were released, and the big bald head said that Wen Zihao still needed to recuperate, so he let him stay.

I was so tired every night that my waist was about to break off, but Yaqi was just doing some light work with the women, such as cooking and doing laundry.

And during this time, I feel very bad that every night when I lie in bed, in addition to the whole person is tired and can't move, the small things in the lower abdomen seem to be more active, every night I lie on the bed and secretly cover my stomach from under the quilt, and then fall asleep after a while.

After 5 days in this muddy, every day except for work, I just recited this kind of ridiculous scripture that seemed to be full of bugs, but after a long time, I gradually felt that the self-consciousness in my interpretation gradually became shallow and illusory, until finally, I didn't know what I was doing......

Of course, this hallucination is only occasional.

Finally, it was the night before the arrival of Our Lady of Celery.

Lying on this already smelly bed again, I closed my eyes, physically and mentally exhausted.

Tomorrow is the day of the day, and then we will take this damn place......

As soon as I had a little self-awareness, I fell asleep again and fell asleep.

At night, I only felt a distant flute sound reaching my ears, but when I opened my eyes, I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. It seemed as if someone had gently nudged my shoulder, and I woke up with my eyes open.

In the darkness, I couldn't see the man's face clearly, but I could see the moonlight hitting his head, and the round bald head reflected the dim light.

It's not good, it's a big bald ......!

My heart tightened, although my consciousness gradually blurred during this time, but my hatred for him did not decrease by half, if it were not for him, I would not have been able to do such inhuman physical work every day.

"Daisen?" I opened my eyes and looked at him, a little surprised.

The big bald head smiled at me, and I could feel the kindness in his smile, but—he was bald after all, the scum who kicked Yun Ci.

He sat on the edge of my bed, wearing a long robe, very different from what he was usually wearing.

"Miss Zhao, you don't have to be nervous, it's all a dream." He smiled and said.

Under the damp quilt, I gently inserted my fingers into the flesh of my palm.

Hurt.

None of this is a dream at all.