A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

"I was distracted just now. I'm sorry, my leg injury is no big problem. See you next time."

Before Liu Juxing's lines were spoken, Shu Ange finished his speech with a crackle.

She was about to leave when the system prompt sounded: "The target of this mission has appeared, and the current favorability is 30."

The person who can make the system speak out is naturally not Liu Juxing.

Shu Ange, who took two steps out, stopped, turned back and smiled at Liu Juxing: "Hello, my leg hurts a little. I plan to take a video to see the situation. Can you leave the contact information of the car owner?"

Liu Juxing's eyes widened. Well, it turns out that there are so many ways to touch porcelain now.

People don't bother to ask for a few thousand yuan, and they all go straight to the owner of the car.

Without waiting for Liu Juxing to answer, Shu Ange walked directly to the car and tapped on the glass of the car.

"Little girl, you can't do this, there's money here, take it to the hospital for a checkup."

Yu Xuefeng sat in the car, unaware of what was happening outside.

The sound of knocking on the car window sounded, he frowned slightly and rolled the window down.

She has short hair, a black-edged flat mirror, calm and unwavering eyes, a sickly white person who does not see sunlight all the year round, and a pair of hands that are prettier than a woman's.

"Hello, my name is He Yunlan, can you give me your business card?"

With a bitter face, Liu Juxing hurriedly chased after him: "Little girl, you have to be authentic. There are luxury cars running everywhere in Kyoto. You can't keep an eye on our boss."

It's him.

The person in the car feels the same to Shu Ange every time he meets Dihua's clone.

"why?"

Yu Xuefeng quickly typed the code and asked the reason casually.

Everything needs a reason, like why he gave his business card to a stranger.

"Because, your car bumped into me. I'm afraid I can't work these days, I need..."

Sure enough, Liu Juxing wailed in his heart, now that the young man is not good at learning, he just learns to touch porcelain.

"Boss, don't worry about this, we can just call the police."

Hearing that Liu Juxing was going to call the police, Shu Ange smiled slightly: "I'm joking, there's nothing wrong with my legs, let's go."

She glanced at Yu Xuefeng, carried her handbag, and walked forward slightly staggering.

Liu Juxing couldn't figure out what medicine the little girl was selling in the gourd.

Over there, Yu Xuefeng tapped the Enter key heavily, with a bright smile on his face.

"Give her my business card."

"..."

The little business card was like a soldering iron, hot in Liu Juxing's palm.

"Boss, you are still young. The more beautiful girls are now, the more deceptive they are. They have many routines."

"Business card to her, inspiration."

The expression and tone of her voice aroused Yu Xuefeng's inspiration, allowing him to break through a shackle smoothly.

Yu Xuefeng repeated it again, Liu Juxing did not dare to make his own decisions, so he took two short legs and caught up with Shu Ange against the sun.

"Here, the business card our boss gave you. Little girl, you are still young. Listen to your uncle's advice, you must go the right way. Don't think that shortcuts are easy to walk. The higher you climb, the worse you will fall."

After Liu Juxing presents his business card, he will broadcast today's "Xingshihengyan" for free.

"Thank you uncle, I will walk the right way."

Shu Ange's cute smile reminded Liu Juxing of a domestic rabbit.

Upon closer inspection, although this child looks a little anxious, he doesn't look very good, and he is not too annoying.

[Black and white studio Yu Xuefeng mailbox: yuxuefeng163]

The handwritten signature is as strict and standardized as the print, except for the black and white studio, there is only the mailbox.

This is the only connection between the two of them.

Shu Ange put away the business card and returned to Lijing Apartment.

Wu Yu shouted to come pick her up and clean up the dust for her, but she refused.

The door was locked, Shu Ange opened the door and smelled a rust-like smell.

She put things down, turned on the sconces, rolled up her sleeves and started cleaning.

A messy environment will affect people's mood, especially a bathroom like a murder scene.

The lights are blurred a little more, and you can shoot ghost movies directly here.

After finally cleaning everything up, Shu Ange took out his mobile phone and notebook, and counted the credit cards and small loans He Yunlan had borrowed one by one.

The original owner had counted it, and after half of the count, he stopped in irritability and distress.

After sorting out all the assets of the original owner, Shu Ange lay on the sofa melancholy.

The credit card borrowed 190,000 yuan, and the small loan amounted to more than 400,000 yuan.

The debt of nearly 600,000 to 700,000 yuan was placed on a little girl, and it was really no way for people to survive.

Mo Zimo is not a black belly, he is clearly black from the hair to the soles of his feet, and there is nothing that can be washed white.

"Entrepreneurship?"

Entrepreneurship is really enviable.

The original owner was born in music. He is beautiful and has a sweet voice.

Singing would be a good way out if it hadn't been for drinking too much, which made my voice sore.

Mo Zimo majored in finance and Lin Qing majored in fine arts.

The two have known each other since high school and have always been good brothers until He Yunlan became the catalyst for a change in their relationship.

"Even if you are a catalyst, you must be an ideal catalyst."

Mo Zimo coaxed He Yunlan, entertained him, and solicited customers for him. With the money he earned, he supported Lin Qing's dream.

Held an art exhibition for Lin Qing and established Qingmo Culture Media Company.

In the end, Lin Qing finally became a well-known painter. Mo Zimo, a good friend who endured the filthy world and worked hard to make money in order to support his brother's hobby, also became a favorite with him.

In the three-person line, the person who never had a name was actually He Yunlan.

All the light seemed to be sucked out by the dark windows.

The room was silent, without the slightest sound coming into it.

Shu Ange's chest was noisy and uneven, as if to break through all obstacles and find a direction that would allow her to be free.

When all his thoughts sank into the boundless darkness, Shu Ange suddenly opened his eyes.

She was on the balcony, and she could jump off the second floor with a single flip.

"The second floor...you can't fall to death."

Singer Shu An pressed against the railing, squinting his eyes slightly, and a sweet smile on the corners of his lips.

This task is not easy.

Rather, it was the original owner's emotions that affected her.

Rather, it was some kind of power that tried to make her think it was the original owner's emotions that affected her.

He Yunlan seeks death again and again because she still has a longing for life in her heart.

It's like a person floating in the boundless sea, stared at by a thousand eyes.

Just waiting for a moment, this small and helpless soul completely fell into the dark seabed.

And in a distant place, there is a beacon that makes this soul, reluctant to give up, persistently search for it.

Despair and hope are two sides of the coin.

The cards in her hand are not the worst, so why should she be so desperate to commit suicide.