In the staircase, the man was on the phone.

"What? Another reporter wants to come for an interview? Okay, then you arrange the time, really, and don't give people time to rest. ”

He complained, but his face was full of pride.

The assistant on the opposite side complimented: "That's because Mr. Liu, you have a good heart, and you have researched cheap and healthy oil, which has greatly reduced everyone's cost of living. ”

Hearing this, Mr. Liu nodded with satisfaction, touched the beer belly that he was about to unbutton his clothes, and said with a smile: "Yes, this is what an entrepreneur should do." ”

As he spoke, he lifted his chin, put his hand on the railing, and continued to speak.

The spirit looked at him, his eyes were fierce, and his cold hand slowly approached him, and he was about to push him down hard, when the door was suddenly kicked open.

"Stop!"

Congee Porridge hurried over, and was relieved to see that the man's hand had not yet touched the person.

Mr. Liu turned around, glanced at her strangely, saw that he didn't know her, and walked out with a grunt, and sat in the elevator not long after.

Seeing this, the spirit body was about to catch up, but Congee suddenly grabbed him.

"Stop, don't move."

The body was suddenly pulled by her, and the spirit looked at her in some surprise, "Can you see me?" ”

Listening to the voice, it turned out to be very young, but also very nice and magnetic.

Congee plucked out his ears and nodded, "Yes, uncle, you can't harm people, if you hurt people, you will become an evil spirit, and you can't be reincarnated." ”

Hearing this, the spirit body fell silent, and after a few seconds, it chuckled, "If I can kill this scumbag, I won't die in vain." ”

As he spoke, he shook his arm vigorously, and wanted to continue to catch up with Mr. Liu.

However, the little chubby paw that pinched his wrist did not move.

The spirit body was stunned, lowered her eyes and looked at the porridge, and saw the little girl slowly take out a chicken leg from her bag and stuff it into her mouth, whining and eating, and a bag bulged out on her fleshy cheeks, which looked soft.

Seeing him looking at her, the little girl smiled at him, like a little milk bun.

The spirit even wondered if it had used too little force just now, so it shook the person off.

This time, he used all his strength to fly forward.

He thought he could pass through the wall directly, but he didn't want to, and before his hand touched the door, he was pulled back with a strong force.

He staggered, almost fell to the ground, and looked up at the little girl standing still in disbelief.

Porridge puffed out her cheeks, and she was a little unhappy.

"Uncle, don't move, I said that you can't hurt people, if you hurt people, I can only beat you to pieces."

As she spoke, she touched the peachwood sword in her hand.

The spirit looked at it, and its face changed.

Subconsciously, he felt that what Congee Congee said was true.

Could it be that just watching that person leave, fame and fortune?

Thinking of this, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and the anger on his body began to soar violently.

Not good!

Congee Congee's eyes changed, and he hurriedly took out a talisman and slapped it on him.

The spirits didn't notice, and the vultures were immersed in their emotions.

He's angry.

Hey?

As soon as this thought arose, his anger snapped and fell to the bottom, and he couldn't get angry.

He was a little strange and continued to be angry without believing evil.

And yet the result is still the same.

His mood is now more stable than that of a monk.

What's going on?

He looked down in surprise, finally saw the talisman on his body, and looked in the direction of the porridge with some surprise.

Congee patted the little chubby paw, and said with a smile: "Uncle, are you finally not angry?" ”

Spirit: "......"

Gas.

I'm even more angry.

However, thinking about it, he couldn't get angry.

It's not because I want to open it, it's just a physical attack.

"What the hell is going on?" Realizing that the little girl in front of him was not an ordinary person, he was finally able to ask calmly.

Porridge porridge and porridge swallowed meat, and the fragrant taste spread in her mouth, so happy that her eyes narrowed.

Hearing this, she smiled and explained, "I said it, I won't let you hurt anyone, uncle." ”

It turned out that she really did it.

The spirit sat on the ground a little dejected, his eyes glazed: "Are you going to let that person go unpunished?" ”

Even if there is no anger, his heart is full of unwillingness and despair.

Seeing him like this, Congee Congee said curiously: "Uncle, why do you have to harm that person?" ”

Hearing this, the spirit gritted its teeth and said angrily, "If I don't harm him, he will hurt more people!" ”

"The oil he sells is all gutter oil!"

Hearing this, Congee Congee said with a blank face: "What is gutter oil?" ”

Hearing this word, Qin Yan's brows also furrowed suddenly.

"It's oil that comes from the grease trap in the sewers. ”

Hearing this, the chicken legs in the hands of the porridge porridge were not fragrant all of a sudden.

She stayed where she was, and the flesh in her mouth was neither spitting nor spitting.

Qin Yan touched her little head and said; "It's okay, your grandmother asked her to fry it for you at home, and the oil is fine."

Hearing this, Congee Congee breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's okay.

It's just that she dodged this time, but what about eating out?

Will those bosses also use this oil to cook for her?

Qin Yan also thought of this question, and his face sank terribly.

He looked at the spirit and asked, "What's the matter, isn't gutter oil already forbidden?" ”

This problem was already identified ten years ago.

How could it be again.

The spirit shook his head, "It's very strict in the big city, they can't sell it, so they put the target users in the village. ”

"It's cheap, so a lot of people like to use it, and they're grateful to that scumbag."

At this point, he was even more angry.

It's obviously the one who harmed them, but he still enjoys everyone's gratitude.

Why is he!

"Moreover, the source of their gutter oil, in addition to the grease trap of the big hotel you just mentioned, as well as the waste from the slaughterhouse, they decolorize, deodorize, and boil at high temperature, and then sell it, which is also very harmful to the body."

Don't say it's him now, Congee Porridge is so angry that he can't listen to it.

If there is a problem with the oil used to eat, how can the body be good.

Enduring the tumbling in his stomach, Congee Clenched his little fist, "I'll beat him!" ”

It's too bad, how can there be such a bad guy in the world.

It's a black-hearted ghost!

Porridge porridge was so angry that he turned his head and was about to run out.

Qin Yan grabbed her, touched her little head comfortingly, and signaled her not to worry.

He raised his eyes to look at the spirit on the other side, his eyes sharp and a little inquiring.

"Who are you? How do you know these things? ”