Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Lin Jinan pulled down the curtain, and Li sumo's car drove away and disappeared in the night.

"Mr. Lin, you haven't checked the task yet." The system sounds a reminder that it will be offline soon.

Lin Ji Nan grabbed his face and he Tucao, "make complaints about bug."

Cut a wrist, go to the hospital to bandage, buy some medicine can go home. Shouldn't you stay and continue to observe? It's too hasty to see a disease. Anyway, he still called the emergency hotline!

"Mr. Lin, in the plot, the original owner is dead. Now he should be in the freezer." The mission world automatically ignores unimportant plots, as it does now.

"What am I here for? When ghosts scare people? " Lin Jinan can be lovely and love scratching his head, he can't feel the clue.

The system calmed down for a few times before it could be calm. "Mr. Lin, your task is to let the original owner harvest happiness, live for him for a hundred years, and punish the deer who designed him."

Lin Ji Nan raised his feet and went to the bathroom and let go of the blood in the pool. "Lin Lu should be punished, but I won't let go of the slag attack on the north of Sichuan."

To this, the system's answer is, "Mr. Lin is happy, if there is a problem, I'll take care of it."

Lin Jinan's eyes were tearful and his tone was numb, "brother Tong, you are so kind to others ~"

the system took the goose bumps off the line, leaving only the prompt tone with current.

After cleaning up the bloodstain on the ground, Lin Jinan dragged his weak body back to the bedroom. He turned over on the bed, and his fingers couldn't help sliding open the mobile phone and poked into the circle of friends.

The man's circle of friends is so clean that no news has been released. His chatting head looks like a string of little yellow ducks.

Round head, round head, like a simple, yellow duck floating in the luxury bathtub, body yellow, mouth is sausage mouth, red.

The head portrait is not like me at all. Lin Jinan stabbed the duckling with his finger and decided to buy the same type of duckling some other day. You don't have to look for it. It's all in the supermarket.

He casually sent a good night to the other party, and the prompt box over there showed: "typing in progress..." The words.

Lin Jinan looked for a while, the other side seemed to have made up his mind and sent the same content as him.

But the next second, next to the word "good night", there is an extra message, or voice bar.

Lin Jinan was a little excited. He opened the door nervously. He only heard the charming male voice with a deep husky voice. His voice was affectionate, "remember to pay back the money."

Turn off the lights, sleep, play with what mobile phone! Lin Jinan took the mobile phone to the living room, went back to the room and went to sleep.

What kind of sand sculpture president is this? In the normal routine, the tyrants don't even bother to pick up the three million cheques that have fallen on the ground. How come the painting style of Li sumo is wrong?

Lin Ji Nan Zu, from tomorrow on, he will start to work, hard to earn money.

It's five o'clock in the afternoon. It's open for business in the evening. Lin received a phone call and dozens of messages on his mobile phone.

The information was sent by Lin Lu. The wording of the message put all the responsibility on Gu Chuanbei. In short, he was forced and regretted after the incident. He didn't know that Gu Baichuan liked him and didn't want to rob his brother's boyfriend.

Lin Jinan did not return. He was in a bad mood and didn't bother to pay attention to him. Wang Chuanbei called the phone. The bell rang for seven seconds. Most of the time, he made a phone call to make a perfunctory reply. The original owner was very easy to coax. After Wang Chuanbei explained a few words in a random way, he would be like a moth on the light again and again, indefatigable.

Lin Jinan made people black without any explanation. Wang Chuanbei is spoiled by people, and no one dares to take the initiative to pull him black. Lin Jinan guesses that before long, slag attack will come to him.

In the wardrobe, hung up with a hanger, are the uniforms of the original owner for work.

A suit of casual suit with meticulous workmanship is of academic style. When he wears it like this, the taste of clothes has been promoted several grades.

No wonder the owner will be beaten by his peers. If he goes to work like this, half of the VIP female customers in the bar have to rush to him.

His temperament is too clean, gentle as jade, for that kind of elderly women, it is a fatal sniper.

"Mr. Lin, you are more attractive than the original owner." Online system, through the mirror to enjoy the beauty of the host, not stingy of their own praise.

"Brother Tong, I have received your love. Thank you." Lin Jinan pointed the little tear mole with his finger, and the tip of his scarlet tongue stretched out and gently licked his watery lower lip.

Under the suit shirt, he untied a few buttons, revealing the perfect shape of the clavicle. He also wore a dark neck chain with a silver bell hanging on it.

"Is brother there? Do you have a date Lin took his camera at his clavicle and neck and took a picture full of color. He sent it to the other party in a good mood, and his eyes narrowed happily.

Like a puppet cat with a bell hung by its owner. It is cute and sticky. The most important thing is that he is lustrous enough.