Chapter 432: Working Secretary Das Franco! Facing Uncle Ugly?
Chapter 432: Working Secretary Das Franco! Facing Uncle Ugly?
Das Franco was quite resistant to this, but the resistance was of no use.
Just one look from the unpredictable side reminded him of his current situation again.
He will definitely be on Pandora's wanted list. If he doesn't change his image, will his life of freedom be ruined?
Once he is identified, not even Mozang can save him, let alone can Mozhu save him?
If he is discovered, he will be found to be traveling with him, and he will also be dragged into the water. Based on Das's understanding of this guy, hehe, the new master will not only not save himself, but may also be in advance.
Silence them in one step, so that you can break away from the relationship
Therefore, it is better to be obedient.
After Mozhi touched his bald head with satisfaction, he added:
"By the way, let's grow the beard from now on, make it longer, um. Let's just have a beard!"
Das: ".I am only 22 years old."
This time not only is my hair gone, but I also have to grow a beard.
Mo Zhi said seriously: "What's wrong with being 22 years old? No one can deprive you of the freedom of being bald and bearded!"
"You came out as gay when you were 22 years old. Why didn't you say anything?"
Das was completely speechless
Is there any logical relationship between this?
In any case, once a person becomes bald, his image will change drastically in an instant. After growing a beard, the probability of Das being recognized again will be greatly reduced.
Unpredictable has already made up his mind. After returning to Hot Spring City, Das's beard should have almost grown. He will take a photo by then and use his position to ask Lady Catherine to apply for a federal certificate for Das' new image.
Identify card.
New image, new name, legal identity, this is a big change within the system!
At that time, no one could have imagined that the escaped prisoner Pandora was chasing was actually hidden among the informants of Pandora’s Supervisory Office. What’s the saying?
Is it dark under the lamp?
Even if the inspector investigates in the future, Das's new identity will be able to shake hands with the investigating inspector as the Punisher's informant.
Of course, this operation was successful because there were many illegal households in Rodinia itself, and there was no population management system such as facial recognition or Ironborn database.
Looking back at Darth Franco who was following behind him, his head was covered with snow, and he raised his high collar of his windbreaker to cover half of his face, and he nodded with satisfaction.
This image should be much safer.
Not only that, when you return to Hot Spring City, the application for hiring an informant must be submitted to the captain as early as possible. In this case, the unit will allocate the corresponding expenses.
While helping Das obtain legal status, he can also blackmail his salary, which is another income!
After getting off the train, Mo Zhi easily escaped the exit ticket inspection with his Inspection Office work permit.
He said to the ticket inspector with a straight face: "Well, we didn't take the train, we just went into the train station to check the stationmaster's water meter."
How can a small role like a ticket inspection staff dare to offend these two great masters?
Release it quickly! Release it quickly!
Turn around and quickly report to the stationmaster secretly, saying that you discovered that people from the Supervision Office are secretly investigating you.
Such a big thing! The webmaster will definitely show off his face. In the future work, I will take some care of myself no matter what.
The two of them hired a rickshaw and found a hotel in Dongcheng City to stay.
It was 25 silver dollars a day for a suite with two bedrooms, so Das was naturally arranged outside.
After thinking about it, Mo Zhi took out two gold-threaded banknotes from the warehouse and pushed them in front of Das domineeringly.
"When your beard grows, you will appear as my work secretary."
"Of course, this identity is external, but internal to the Supervision Bureau, I will say that you are my informant."
Das touched his bald head and took the banknote with a smile.
Mo Zhi nodded and added: "Secretary, I'll leave the payment to you in the future."
Das swiped the banknotes in his hand and suddenly felt that there was a little missing. He hesitated for a few seconds and asked:
"After all the money has been spent, will I ask for it again from you?"
He wisely changed the title from you to "you".
There was no expression on Mu Zhi's face, and he said calmly: "When the time comes, it will depend on your performance."
Das opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't dare to distinguish anything.
"Don't go out these days. Your beard hasn't grown yet and you don't have an ID card, so it's still easy to be discovered." Mobi changed the topic and thought for a while:
"Now go and get the newspapers "Ironborn Morning News" and "Rodinia News" from the last ten days, and then find me some rope, the kind that can tie people up."
Now the secretarial work has been arranged. The salary has been paid, so why not quickly instruct the employees to work?
The boss of the company in my previous life was not as tolerant as I am. He was quite harsh on his hard-working workers. How could he leave his employees with no work to do?
Das seemed to sigh slightly, frowned and asked:
"rope?"
Mozhi nodded: "That's the literal meaning, go quickly!"
Das went out with his head full of questions.
Mozhi touched his face and sighed.
It is a suitable arrangement for Das, a guy who likes men, to be his work secretary. After all, he is surrounded by beautiful women, and he will have tens of thousands of stunning elf wives in the future.
It’s impossible not to guard against this. How many big bosses have been ruined by similar things? There are even wives who collude with their drivers!
But having said that, we still can’t take it lightly. There are too many beautiful women around me, and we have to consider that Das will be straightened.
Thinking of this, Mo Zhi touched the shrinking bottle in his pocket and calculated the time. It should be almost three days before he could poison Sister Lian.
So, he took out the barbecue that had been sprinkled with sweat medicine, opened the bottle, and threw it in directly.
There is no need to look at it, just buckle the bottle mouth directly.
After being hungry for three days, Sister Lian must have devoured it.
After that, he touched the silver ring and pulled the talisman.
Xinma: [Dear World Boss! I have arrived in Dongcheng City, please arrange a place to meet.]
Kyushu City.
When Mirialia woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
She was alone on the bed with the messy quilt. Tan Nankai had already left.
The body was naked, and some parts of the joints were sore from the too intense movements last night. Mirialia struggled to get up with a face ashen as death.
The sun shines on the silky body. There is no feeling of warmth, but there is a burning pain.
When I got up, I found the wooden box under the bed.
The glass was broken, and the burgundy pajamas were scattered on the ground.
Seeing this bright color, Mirialia's heart suddenly felt warm.
Uncle Ugly
That ugly man.
She picked up the burgundy pajamas from the ground and measured them on her shoulders. They found that they fit her perfectly.
Wearing it on the body, the cool touch of silk material makes the whole body feel a lot more relaxed.
She turned around slightly, her red pajamas fluttering like a skirt
In the side mirror, there is a red, fluttering butterfly.
Stopping her movements, Mirialia's eyes gradually deepened.
Uncle Ugly
This ugly half-spirit, Qin's domestic servant, and lonely gatekeeper seems to be interested in him.
Recalling what happened last night, Mirialia was even more convinced that this half-spirit should have feelings for her that transcended the boundaries of status.
You can't go wrong with that shy and awkward demeanor when facing yourself.
You can’t go wrong!
The first time, Uncle Chou said he was outside the door and he would be affected by his contract ability.
And his contract ability is: Charm!
The corners of this ugly uncle's mouth suddenly twitched involuntarily, revealing a sad smile.
Is it because he often practices "charm" in front of the air in the room, and has subtly attracted the attention of the semi-spiritual person outside the door?
A white-level contractor, he actually succeeded in charming a half-spirit?
Just kidding!
In short, Mirialia is not sure where Uncle Chou's inexplicable affection for her comes from. Is he really in love with her, or is he affected by his contract ability?
Her mind was so confused that she subconsciously held her breath.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
The huge contrast in one's own personality, the gender difference between spirit and body, and whether Uncle Chou's feelings for him are true or false. These variables form a rather complex and inconclusive question——
Do you have that kind of feeling for Uncle Chou?
This is absolutely crazy!
Lu Zijian, who was used to urban romance novels, couldn't face himself for a while.
This is like the logic that an honest person is accustomed to and is very familiar with - someone likes me, do I like him (her)?
Therefore, after being convinced that Uncle Chou had feelings for her that he shouldn't have, the first thing Mirialia thought about was not gains and losses, or what impact this bizarre emotion would have on her future, but
Subconsciously think about whether to accept or reciprocate this emotion!
Lu Zijian. After all, he is an honest man who can't write about love, but he firmly believes in love in his heart.
The honest man is right.
There was even a moment when a word "elope" popped up in Mirialia's mind that caught her off guard?
And Uncle Ugly!
Her thoughts exploded instantly
The brain is at a loss.
Facing herself in the mirror with a shy face but dull eyes, Mirialia forced herself to calm down and throw out a series of complicated thoughts in her mind.
calm down
Uncle Chou is half-spirit!
He is ugly!
And my soul is still unable to succumb to my current body.
Uncle Chou is indeed a half-spirit. He should be able to take him out of here and escape from this prison. But... this is too crazy after all!
If I could use one word to describe it, it would be: giant dog blood!
What's more, how can I repay Uncle Chou's feelings? Tell him, am I actually a man at heart? Do I have to pretend to be a green tea, bewitch Uncle Chou, and use him to escape from here?
This. Mirialia smiled bitterly again, smiling, and her smile turned into a sad smile again.
Shaking her head, she weakly returned to the bed.
She didn't know how long she hesitated before she reached out and pulled the rattle on the bedside.
This is how to summon your personal maid Xiao Ran.
Not long after, there was a twisting sound from the door lock, and the newly replaced wooden door last night was opened.
"Miss, you're awake."
Xiaoran looked at Mirialia with a smile on his face, glanced around the room with crooked eyebrows, and finally landed on the messy quilt on the bed, and said with a smile:
"Young Master is still kind to you! As soon as I heard that you were wronged, I came over to comfort you."
"The young master will definitely punish those Hesse thugs yesterday!"
him?
protect me?
Punish MacArthur Jason, the richest man in the federation?
Mirialia's expression froze, and her face was slightly stiff.
There was a sense of desolation in my heart, and that young and dignified figure slowly dissipated in my heart.
"It's already noon, I'm going to prepare food for the lady."
Xiaoran didn't notice the stiffness on Mirialia's face and closed the door with a smile.
There was a bang and the door was locked again.
Mirialia sat slumped on the sofa, her burgundy silk pajamas changed from floating gently to hanging low as the door closed.
In almost less than a minute, Xiaoran delivered lunch.
When the door was locked again, Mirialia had no appetite for the dishes that had been carefully prepared.
Just when she was in a state of confusion, the talisman scrolled in the room.
The ugly uncle in black robe appeared out of thin air.
Only this time, he didn't show his face and used the symbol to hide the ugly face in his hood.
Mirialia's heart was beating violently and she looked at Uncle Chou blankly.
I didn’t know what to say for a moment
Uncle Chou looked her up and down in her burgundy pajamas and said in a hoarse voice:
“It fits well and looks beautiful!”
"It suits you. No! I should say, you look good in anything you wear!"
As if he breathed a sigh of relief slowly, Uncle Chou raised his head slightly and asked as if asking:
"Is this comfortable?"
Mirialia nodded quickly in astonishment.
"Very comfortable."
"That's good!" Uncle Chou received a positive reply and seemed very satisfied.
The two fell into silence again.
Originally, there was nothing to say, and coupled with a series of things that happened last night, the two people talking now seemed to have lost the context of the unblocked relationship between the protector and the protected last night.
Finally, Uncle Chou spoke.
He changed the subject: "I used to be very good-looking."
Mirialia was stunned and didn't know why.
But he saw a hand with twisted bones stretched out from the wide black robe, holding a three-inch old black and white photo.
The photo shows a young man with shiny hair and handsome features.
As if he wanted to prove something, Uncle Chou held up the photo and faced her gaze.
Seeing his serious actions, many complicated thoughts in Mirialia's mind dissipated and she smiled slightly:
"Is this really you?"
"Yeah!" Uncle Chou's hoarse voice was full of unquestionable certainty:
"Of course it is me!"
"I became like this after I woke up." The tone of the second half of the sentence was rather sad.
Mirialia's chest slowly dropped, she breathed a long sigh of relief, and pointed to the sofa opposite:
"Uncle Ugly, please sit down!"
The ugly uncle was a little hesitant when he heard this, but he still sat down cautiously.
His back was like a bow, almost touching the back of the sofa.
Mirialia pursed her lips, hesitated, and said softly and carefully:
"Uncle Chou, can you teach me how to use the contract ability?"
