Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Kong Chengye tugged at the collar of his shirt, trying to comfort him, but because he had said too much, the dry-mouthed middle-aged man frowned and shouted: "Where is Xiao Wu, he has no eyesight, please pour me a glass of water." .”

Nanny Wu who had been waiting by the side hastily agreed a few times, and was about to step forward with her cup.

"slow!"

Kong Linjiang raised his hand to stop the nanny, glared at the eldest son, and cursed, "You have to pour water and go yourself, this is not the place for you to yell!"

"Go down and leave them alone."

The ancient old man sitting in the middle of the sofa waved his hands and snorted coldly, "I'd like to see if they can die now that they have no one to serve them."

"Yes."

The middle-aged nanny agreed and left the living room with her head down.

Kong Chengye lost his temper for a moment and dared not speak any more.

Kong Linjiang snorted coldly, glanced at the children and grandchildren, and said in a low voice: "Now the Kong family, when is it your turn to be the master?"

The middle-aged nanny who was guarding the porch listened to the noise in the living room and smiled disdainfully.

He secretly took out the phone and looked at the courier information on the phone.

After making sure that no one was paying attention to him, he gently opened the door of the villa and tiptoed out.

In the gate of the villa, a courier box from the same city was quietly placed inside the gate.

"Aunt Wu!"

The middle-aged nanny picked up the courier box and was about to enter the house, but just as she turned around, a woman shouted from behind.

Nanny Wu's mind tightened, and she turned to look.

Kong Ling'er, who was wearing a white suit, was walking towards her not far away, Nanny Wu's mind was panicked to the extreme.

Collecting the old man's hair in the morning can still fool her, but if she finds out that the delivery is wrong, her good days will be over.

The middle-aged woman turned around with a forced smile, and subconsciously hid the express box behind her.

In the final analysis, Nanny Wu is just a middle-aged woman who has not received any professional training, so it is not bad to be able to deal with it like this.

Afraid of attracting Kong Linger's attention, Nanny Wu suppressed her panic and spoke with a smile first.

"It's the clothes my kids mailed me."

This sudden answer made Kong Linger a little overwhelmed, she didn't ask at all.

But before Kong Linger could ask, Nanny Wu sighed, with a serious expression on her face: "Miss Kong, you are here!"

Kong Linger, who was interrupted, pointed to the villa, and said with a cold face, "Both uncle and third uncle are here?"

Seeing Kong Ling'er rushing into the villa in a hurry, the middle-aged nanny breathed a sigh of relief.

He casually found a cloth bag to deliver the express, and sneaked into the downstairs bedroom while the Kong family was arguing.

Carefully closing the door, the middle-aged nanny opened the express box little by little, and untied the black plastic bag, revealing a bloody cyan gourd.

Thinking about her online loans and credit cards, Nanny Wu gritted her teeth, and stuffed Kong Linjiang's belongings such as the hair that had been prepared into the gourd one by one.

Just when the gourd cover was fastened, Nanny Wu only heard the chatter outside the door suddenly stop.

"grandfather!"

"dad!"

In the next second, the exclamation of mountains and tsunamis continued to hit.

Chapter 99 Acrimony [[-] in [-]]

in the guest bedroom.

The gourd in the hands of the nanny surnamed Wu was full of blood, and strange symbols flashed rapidly on the surface of the gourd, constantly changing.

The middle-aged woman only feels that the gourd in her hand is sometimes hot and cold, and the change of hot and cold is extremely unstable.

When it is hot, it looks like burning coals, and the heat waves are rolling.

When it is cold, it is more like a lump of ice that will not melt for thousands of years, which is bitingly cold.

Looking at the vision in front of her, the middle-aged nanny was frightened and at a loss.

Fortunately, the Kong family did not have the habit of installing surveillance in the guest bedroom, otherwise this vision would not be able to hide the vision from people outside the house.

In addition, the living room was in a mess at the moment, and no one cared about the situation in the room at all.

After a while, the blood light gradually faded away, and a line of fine and small characters appeared on the surface of the gourd, as if carved by a carving knife.

[Kong Linjiang, male, in Bingshen month of Yihai year...]

It was Kong Linjiang's birth date.

Hearing the increasingly chaotic shouts outside the house, the middle-aged nanny came back to her senses, and pushed the blood gourd into the corner under the bed in the guest bedroom according to the instructions in the text message.

Nanny Wu just took a few deep breaths, tried her best to calm down, stuffed the courier packages and black plastic bags into the trash bin randomly, and approached the living room as if she didn't know anything.

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"grandfather!!!"

"Dad, what's wrong with you?!"

"Help the old man quickly!"

……

In the living room of the Kong family, all the sons, daughters-in-law, grandchildren and grandchildren were in a mess.

The two sons looked shocked, and the daughter-in-law and grandson of the two families were on the periphery, holding their hands anxiously, their faces full of bewilderment, obviously not yet adapted to the sudden situation of the old man.

On the sofa, Kong Ling'er supported Kong Linjiang, pinched the old man's Renzhong acupoint with his fingertips, and slowly channeled spiritual power to the old man.

But no matter how the girl sent spiritual power to her grandfather, Kong Linjiang's condition did not improve at all.

The ancient old man who was originally sitting firmly in the middle of the sofa was leaning on his granddaughter's shoulder at this moment, his face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was livid, he had long since lost consciousness, and his limbs were hanging limply by his side.

The leading crutch that was in his hand all day long fell to the side indiscriminately.

If it weren't for his thin, gossamer breathing, Kong Linjiang's current state would be almost the same as that of a dead person.