Mr. Lu, please keep your animal character

Chapter 340 [A Bear Again] Lu Shengjing Didn't Give Money

Lu Shengjing must be having nightmares.

Hiss, I thought I had a gecko on me.

"Hmm." Damn, the sense of oppression, Sao Chuan knew he was being crushed.

Squeeze the soul out of the body, and the out-of-body sweeping soul cursed at the back of a bear wearing a bow tie, and shouted for water when he was thirsty.

"Thirsty, drink water." Now my throat is half dry, which completely affects my performance.

A voice asked: "What?"

"...Swear after you drink the water." She was too lazy to open her eyes. She took a few big gulps when she felt her lips touch the warm water.

The underworld is bright and frightening, and you will be blind if you look directly at it. Sweeping muttered, "No wonder it's the [-]th hell." He could only keep his eyesight through his thin eyelids.

After drinking the water, she regained some strength. She squinted her eyes slightly and saw a bear's head... a bear's face...

should be.

"New recruits? Are they laid off?" Shouldn't the ones originally standing guard be cows and horses?Now he has turned into a bear.

Swallowing rubbed his eyes. It was his fault that the creature was too blurry to be seen clearly.

"Ah, there are no hirings or layoffs during this time," the creature said.

Weiwei felt that the light source from the outside world was much softer, and he could see faintly, not clear but not dark, and his eyes felt a little more comfortable.

When I met a professional, I asked, "Is it particularly effective if I curse people now?"

The underworld staff kept asking questions repeatedly for a long time before they finally figured out the customer's question and answered: "Yes."

"The same goes for bears?" Swian Yan asked politely, but the question didn't get past his head. "Big stupid bear, will my perfect curse not work because of his stupidity?"

The other party still replied after a few times of confirmation: "No, because the two of you are as stupid now, and the objective conditions are equal."

He said a mindless "Oh".

The other party then asked: "Who do you want to curse?"

"I..." Swian Mao thought wildly for a while, and then said: "Spouse."

spouse?

Ahem, that seems right.

Just curse it back.

Maybe the bear's curse is more effective?
spouse.

"..." After drinking the water, Fan Qian cursed a few times and then wanted to drink soup. It would not be in vain if he didn't drink a bowl of Meng Po soup.

After two steps, we arrived.

Swallowing looked at the soup seller in front of him who looked exactly like Lu Shengjing, feeling a little embarrassed.

Some people pinched their noses and drank it down after crying, cursing or saying something long-winded, and then started crying again after drinking.

Those people inexplicably formed a crescent moon to surround Swallow, as if they were extras invited by someone.She stood in the crying circle with an abrupt expression on her face, asking for soup.

The soup seller filled a bowl of soup and handed it over, quoting: "Newcomer's special price, ninety-nine yuan."

The tears from the people in the crescent moon crying circle were like hot water, steaming hot, and it felt very hot when they swept through. They wanted to leave after drinking, and let the group performers cry around others.

Sweeping said "Oh" indifferently, the price is a little expensive, and if you use it in quantity, it will be quite profitable.

"Can I scan the QR code?" Swian asked.

The other party said "hmm".

Sweeping his hand into his pocket to touch his cell phone, his hand slid down a short distance against his pajamas and froze instantly.

A wave of embarrassment exploded from the ears.

The soup seller saw that the new customer was hesitant: "There are things or people that the girl is reluctant to forget."

Waves of reluctant farewells and bitter cries echoed in Sweeping's ears.

She had no regrets. What she was thinking at the moment was: "Damn, I didn't bring my mobile phone with me when I came down." This meant that she couldn't use her mobile phone to pay.

The people in the crescent crying circle seemed to be in collusion, and they didn't cry, but just stared at the people in the center to see her make a fool of herself.

Sweeping is quite afraid of embarrassment.

Change, change.

Sweeping his face, he used his other hand to feel for change in the other pocket.

...there is no other side pocket.

This new ghost has nothing!

The crowd watching and sweeping realized this problem at the same time.

"...fuck," the spouse actually didn't spend any money on himself!
Lu Shengjing, you actually don’t spend money on your wife! ! !

Swallowing was so embarrassed that he was going to explode with anger!
The explosion made my brain hurt.

Lu Shengjing, a replica of the soup seller, stretched out his hand to add fuel to the fire and expressed his request for money with a heart-to-heart comparison in front of Fan Wei.

She could still vaguely hear the name the unscrupulous boss called her, and he kept calling her: Juanjuan...

Want money? !
"..." Sweeping his eyes up in shame and anger, he glared at him and yelled, "My spouse didn't spend any money on me!!!"

The copycat Lu Shengjing slowed down a bit when asking for money: "Money to burn? Spouse?"

That's right, not everyone knows about this spouse, and Lu Shengjing's good reputation may not be good above ground or underground.She tried her best, but her voice was still hoarse.

"I said, Lu Shengjing didn't spend any money on me!" Swian's eyes widened, and he could barely open his eyelids as his consciousness gradually returned.

It was just dawn, and the bear was hugging him weakly from behind, covering the little human's body without killing him.

After touching her hot forehead and applying a fever-reducing patch, a rare word appeared in her heart: "Retribution for this world."

If the first thing he saw when he woke up was a bear's head and a bear's face, he would be scared to death even if he didn't know it.

She tried to push herself up to get up, but she didn't even have the willpower to get up. "Shengjing, help me get the phone. I'm asking for leave... thank you..."

Sweeping vaguely explained the reasons for asking for leave, and then continued to sleep after hearing the agreement...

However, halfway through his sleepiness, Lu Shengjing woke him up again. He said softly: "Juan Juan, cell phone."

"Ah," Swian's head tightened, "What cell phone? I just asked for leave."

"You didn't speak just now," Lu Shengjing said, "I just brought your phone over."

Low EQ: "Honey, you are confused."

"..." After sweeping through it, I realized that I was just mumbling nonsense again.

She reached out to take the phone, struggled to find the correct number in front of the screen that was so bright that it blinded her, and called to ask for sick leave.

After making the call, he squinted for a while, opened his eyes, reached behind his back and touched Mr. Xiong's plush arms, and then asked: "Shengjing, are you sure I just asked for leave?"

She was afraid that she would really become a fool.

Lu Shengjing patted her shoulder gently and confirmed for her: "Well, I just asked for leave at 07:30. I just put your phone away a few minutes ago."

Her heart was completely relieved, and her shoulders felt a little chilly. She moved a little further behind her and felt the warmth of his embrace.

Lu Shengjing gently pulled up the quilt and put it around her shoulders, and asked softly: "Juan Juan, are you short of money somewhere? In your dream, you have been talking about...spouse, and money?"

Her head felt stuffy and heavy. She opened her mouth and confessed vaguely: "I'm in hell. When I went to buy Meng Po soup by Naihe Bridge, I found that you didn't give me any money. It's embarrassing."

"...Huh?" Lu Shengjing's memories of those difficult words were now assembled into smooth and clear sentences, "I'm talking nonsense."

The unpleasant words swept through but she heard them very clearly. Her sickly pale face was raised against the pillow, her eyes were closed tightly in tiredness, and she said unconvinced: "I'm not talking nonsense."

"..." Mr. Xiong listened to her nonsense.

"Spouse," she said.

The spouse whispered helplessly, raised the bear's paw and circled it three times above her head, and recited a curse: "I'm so burned that I'm confused. Talking nonsense doesn't count."

(End of this chapter)