Genshin Impact: Forced to Become a Follower of the Seven Gods

Su Ming narrowed his eyes and watched Jiali Na gently wipe the young master's palm with a wet handkerchief, and said sourly, "Younger ones are favored, right?"

The young man lowered his head to drink the pear soup, too lazy to even raise it.

The gentle woman stood behind the young man, using her fingers to gather the orange hair and pull out a small tuft at the back of her head. "You young ones are all very favored. It's obviously us old people who are not favored..."

"Have a good rest." Jiali Na smiled and took out a seal from her purse. "We old people who have fallen out of favor can still be of some use. There is no need for you to work day and night."

Hearing this, Tartaglia raised her head, and the braid on her head swayed slightly, "Madam, are you going to work?"

"Yes." Jiali Na's face was always gentle, and her smile was as warm as the sun in March. "I asked your uncle Su to bring Tok out. He will arrive at Liyue Harbor in the afternoon. Let's have a good holiday."

On the side, Su Ming frowned slightly, "Then what?"

"Tok has a conflict with his friend. Try to comfort him." Galina stood up straight, and the maid beside her lowered her head and covered her shoulders with a shawl.

Galina touched the Grass Elemental God's Eye hanging on her waist and chuckled, "I also need to fulfill my duties as a lady-in-waiting of the Winter Palace."

Su Ming's eyelids twitched, and then he smiled lazily, "Can you work overtime? I don't feel like settling accounts recently."

It doesn't matter who you are being ripped off. It's not wrong for the cheap mother to help her cheap son with some work.

"You're dreaming." Jialina glanced at Su Ming and said disdainfully, "Your father and I haven't even saved enough money for our coffins, and we're still working for you for nothing?"

"Three times." Su Ming was not panicked at all and looked serious.

Galina pursed her lips, "Five times."

"Deal." Su Ming clapped his hands, walked to the young master, took half of the pear soup and drank it, "Then I will have a good rest."

As for the money, it comes from the Northland Bank anyway.

"I want to work part-time, too!" The blonde girl raised her hand and said seriously, "I'm not greedy. Three times is fine."

"You can't." Su Ming didn't even raise his head. He inserted a silver needle into Tartaglia's hand and turned it around. "Don't bother me. Let me try to see if I can get it right."

Tartaglia, who was drinking soup, looked up blankly, "You won't let me go even if I'm sick?"

Why must we stab him when we can't stab anyone else among the fools? !

"Because others don't kick the quilt." Su Ming retorted, "Don't move."

As he spoke, Su Ming took out another needle, disinfected it, and then inserted it again. "I used to be unlucky. Whenever I stabbed others, I would always end up stabbing myself."

The orange-haired man sighed helplessly, slumped in the chair, and allowed silver needles to pierce his body.

"But how did Su Ming know that someone kicked the quilt?" Paimeng tilted his head, looking serious.

Su Ming: ???

Su Ming looked up at Paimeng in confusion, "We are all grown men, isn't it normal for us to just do random tasks when we go out on missions?"

He has even slept on a bunk bed since he started working there!

"Oh..." Paimon nodded, thought about it, and moved closer to Ying and blinked.

The blonde girl also blinked and lowered her head to take out her own notebook of material collection.

Tartaglia stretched out one hand and let Su Ming give her the acupuncture, and with the other hand she took out her cell phone and flipped through it. After seeing the friend request, she decisively agreed, then blacklisted the person.

The next moment, the phone in Su Ming's pocket vibrated.

Su Ming was slightly startled, took out the phone, put it on the table, and turned on the speakerphone.

The man's gentle voice came out from the microphone, but the courtyard suddenly became chilly.

"Adonis? Is the young master here?"

Su Ming glanced at Tartaglia and said, "Yes, what's up?"

"Haha...haha..." The man on the other end of the phone smiled and said in a very bewitching voice, "Excuse me, Honorable Eleventh Seat, can you release me from the blacklist? Next month's operation funds..."

"Release him, immediately..." Su Ming nodded and hung up the phone decisively, "Release him, or he will nag me to death."

Tartaglia sighed, looking hopeless, "He asked me where the money was spent, and why my operation funds were close to the doctor's. It was obvious that Mr. Zhongli had been transferring money from your account recently..."

Su Ming thought about it and took his hand back, "It may be because I applied for another fund in your name."

So the blame still lies with him.

The orange-haired man narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Ming, "Now you're trying to stab me in the back, right?"

"Not really." Su Ming shook his head and pointed at the young master's phone. "It's not on the blacklist, but you can do without interruption."

Hearing this, Tartaglia nodded as if he suddenly realized something, then lowered his head and swiped a few times on his phone.

After a while, he looked up at Su Ming blankly, "Am I blind?"

"What's wrong?" Su Ming turned the silver needle in order and pulled it out after a while. "What's the problem?"

The young master took a deep breath and poked the phone screen in front of Su Ming's eyes in disbelief, "What is a loving family?"

If he was not mistaken, there were exactly twelve people in this group, a queen, and the remaining eleven executives.

but……

Do their executives really deserve the words “love each other”?