After Tang Boyu returned home, the orders in the shop increased hundreds of times.
He sighed. Although he was doing a dead man's business, if he really took root here and had such income every day, he would really live a very comfortable life.
He tried his best to find a crack in the small wooden box in his hand, but as if it was against him, it was just a small box, but there was no sign that it could be opened and closed.
The bell at the door rang, but Tang Boyu didn't raise his head, still rocking the rocking chair and staring helplessly at the small wooden box.
There were footsteps behind him, and Tang Boyu raised his head impatiently: "The coffin shop is closed..."
After seeing the person clearly, he made no sound.
Then after a while, he pretended to be relaxed and said: "If I call the police now, you won't kill me too, right?"
Zhang Yu's eyes fell on the wooden box in his hand: "She can't open it?"
Tang Boyu stopped holding the phone and stopped thinking about calling the police: "Yes, I can't open it either."
"It's not that she can't open it, but that she doesn't want to try." Zhang Yu smiled resolutely, with bright eyes. Then, he raised his hand and waved it very casually, and a drop of blood fell on the box.
"Data." There was a crisp sound, and the box opened in response.
Tang Boyu looked at him and said helplessly: "Why did you come to me? You're not here specifically to open the blind box, are you?"
A bronze token appeared out of thin air in Zhang Yu's hand, and landed on the wooden table beside Tang Boyu with a "clack" sound.
Tang Boyu raised his eyebrows.
"It seems you got what you wanted the night before yesterday?"
Zhang Yu glanced at him lightly, implying a warning.
Tang Boyu smiled and tapped the word "ye" on the token with his knuckles: "I don't mean anything else. I just want to remind you to prepare the things you promised me. I will go and get them."
Zhang Yu hummed, but did not leave immediately.
Tang Boyu sat down leisurely, glanced at Zhang Yu, and said helplessly: "Just tell me if you have anything to do. Although I look very idle, I am still different from a salted fish."
After a while, Zhang Yu spoke: "After all, I owe her, she doesn't want to leave with me. The things you want are in the Ye family's forbidden area. It can be considered as a little bit of my heart."
What he brought was one thing, but what he said was something else.
Tang Boyu felt a headache and coughed. At the same time, he did not forget to stuff the token tightly.
"She doesn't want to go with you because of your understatement of 'owing'. I really don't understand what you cultivators have in mind. You can't take advantage of people and kill them half-dead.
Are you trying to whitewash the peace as if nothing happened?"
Zhang Yu looked at him calmly: "Don't be too obsessed. It's a holiday here, but it's true outside the pot."
Tang Boyu's eyes were extremely sharp and aggressive: "Can you really tell the difference between true and false?"
"In your opinion, everything is fake. But she, Ye Zhaoling, has lost her memory. In her eyes, nothing is untrue."
"Don't be obsessed with the illusion you say. How much chance do you have of winning against someone else's open heart? In ten years, a stone can cover the heat, right?"
"Even if it's all fake, you know it, but she doesn't know it. With your ability, why don't you choose a gentler way? They are two good people, and now you are worried about others killing you."
Zhang Yu's tone did not waver at all: "If it is correct, it cannot be moderate; if it is moderate, it is not correct."
Tang Boyu mocked: "I really hope you can still be so confident when you dream back at midnight and think about all the things here. Furthermore, if you really just want to do the right thing and don't want to take into account other people's sincerity, it's best not to show up."
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Zhang Yu seemed to not hear his sarcasm at all and nodded: "I will consider it."
Tang Boyu was really not angry with such people, so he drove them away. When he returned to the house, he coughed so much that he couldn't straighten his back.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat and he quickly did a fortune telling for himself.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished my calculation and muttered "bad luck", I got hit hard and fell to the ground unable to get up.
Several masked guys saw that he was holding a small box tightly in his hand, and they worked together to pull the thing out. Unexpectedly, this man's hand was still holding on to it and would not let go.
A few people could only carry the target person away with his box.
In fact, while several of his brothers were rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the coffin shop, one of the janitors was still itching to look at the wooden box in Tang Boyu's hand. He wanted to see what was inside, so he desperately wanted to see what was inside.
After breaking it open, the box didn't come out. Instead, he opened the lid of the box and took out the contents with a flick of his finger.
It is a white jade bracelet of good quality.
The sophora buds made of white jade are as big as soybeans and are very delicate and beautiful.
The big brother suddenly thought of his girlfriend's charming face.
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Ye Zhaoling was lying on the spacious sofa like a dead fish, and the doctors were treating the wounds on her back in an orderly manner.
Beside the coffee table, a hotel chef was making watermelon with milk, grapes with milk, peach with milk, orange with milk, mango with milk.
Life is not easy, chefs show off their skills!
"Hiss! Brother! Can you please be gentler! This is human flesh, not a rag!" Ye Zhaoling howled like a screaming chicken.
The two doctors behind her were stunned for a moment, as they treated a wound into a delicate job like threading needles and threads, like embroidery.
The two of them looked at each other and saw in each other's eyes the urge and grief to flee the scene.
However, they must serve this ancestor well——
Who told the boss that she must be satisfied with her repeated orders?!
Didn't you see that the self-proclaimed "Qingcheng Divine Chef", who was three pounds fat, was bossed around by this woman?
Fatty Sanjin fawningly brought the freshly made mango milk to Ye Zhaoling's mouth, but he turned his head and said with great disdain: "I'm allergic to mango! You can give it to Ye Ba to eat, and call her by the way."
Come here, I have something to tell her!"
Fat Sanjin nodded quickly and bent down to leave. Ye Zhaoling stopped him. Before he could turn around, the doctor next to him spontaneously handed a cup of orange juice to Ye Zhaoling, earning an appreciative look from her.
The three-pound fat man gave the doctor a cool look, twisted his waist and walked away.
After Ye Zhaoling finished three cups of orange milk, two cups of watermelon, one cup of grape and one cup of peach, the doctor behind him finally wiped the sweat from his forehead, treated the wound, and left the suite one after another.
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After a while, Ye Ba came late.
She came in still holding a notebook, her glasses slipped to the tip of her nose without even having time to hold them up, her hair was as messy as a henhouse, and her clothes were wrinkled like a rag.
Ye Zhaoling frowned: "When did you change your career to become a sharp brother? If you tell me what happened to you, I will organize my words and laugh at you."
Ye Ba said speechlessly, his voice hoarse: "I advise you to be kind."
Ye Zhaoling said "Ah" in surprise: "The capitalist eats people without spitting out the bones, haha, is your throat broken? It's so miserable, but it's so funny."
Ye Ba closed his notebook, took off his glasses and rubbed his temples: "There was a group of idiots who did some stupid things just now. I just stopped the fire. Do you also want to try my Italian cannon?"
Ye Zhaoling quickly ran up behind Ye Ba, squeezed her shoulders and said, "Who made my sister so angry? Why are they so incompetent! Unlike me, I only feel sorry for my sister!"
