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

"Gulp, gulp..." Paimeng lowered his head and counted on his fingers, his voice intermittent, "Get down the mountain... True Lord..."

"Don't say that anymore!" Gan Yu's cheeks felt like they were on fire, and she spoke in a soft voice, "Don't..."

“Although I don’t quite understand what this means…” Keqing recalled Su Ming’s words and looked at Ganyu hesitantly, “But this…”

It's indeed a bit shy, but it's nothing compared to Su Ming's crazy quotes.

Ganyu pursed her lips and stopped talking.

So, it was what the master said...

Ying sighed helplessly and could only pat Gan Yu on the shoulder, "Look at it more positively, look at Su Ming, he doesn't care..."

He would catch people's weaknesses in front of the God of Thunder, his notes would be filled with notes saying I was so-and-so's dog, and he would say shocking things from time to time.

He didn't feel embarrassed at all, instead he looked calm and composed.

This is the difference in face...

Thinking of this, Ying touched her face.

Well, her little yellow-haired girl wants to follow Su Ming’s example!

There will be no forest for those who are thin-skinned!

"Okay, Keqing and Ganyu can also help prepare the ingredients!" Xiangling washed her hands and went to the kitchen to look for the ingredients that Su Ming had hidden. Her voice with a smile rose and fell in the courtyard, "Since you have decided to skip work, then have fun."

Ganyu seemed a little nervous and looked around anxiously.

I've never skipped work, I'm panicking.

She glanced at the door of the study and asked the traveler in a low voice, "Mr. Su and that young master..."

"My two masters, you don't know how to cook..." Ying muttered, looked around, and then raised her head towards the study and asked, "Where's Toke? Toke is gone!"

The window was opened a crack, and Toke's head popped out from the study, "I'm here."

Paimon blinked in confusion and went to the window to look inside.

Su Ming was squatting beside the desk, assembling some machine, while the young master was leaning on the small bed by the window, closing his eyes tiredly.

Paimeng reached out and poked the young master, "What's the matter? Do you want me to accompany you to Bubulu to have a look?"

"I'm trying to stay awake..." Tartaglia didn't even bother to open his eyes and pointed at Su Ming, "We're going to put all the account books into this computer later. It's very troublesome..."

"You're sick... and Su Ming said he's going to take a vacation..." Paimeng muttered, and touched the young master's head worriedly, "It seems that you don't have a fever anymore..."

"I rest while he works..." Tartaglia hugged his pillow and said lazily, "Just listen to what Adonis said about taking a vacation. Oh, and the squinting eyes."

Can you believe what capitalists say about taking a vacation?

When people get ruthless, they don't even bother to take a vacation.

Just lie down for a while and take Toke out to play. What else can I do? Anyway, he won't continue to work overtime...

"Then..." Paimeng looked at Su Ming bending over to install something under the table and said hesitantly, "Su Ming, do you need coffee or tea? Or wine?"

"Ice water is fine." Su Ming responded, stood up, dusted off the dust on his body, leaned back in the armchair and turned on the computer.

I haven't played computer for a long time. I'm going to work overtime while I have this three-minute enthusiasm. Otherwise, I will want to smash the screen with my fist later.

Paimeng flew back to the kitchen with a glass of water, floated in through the window and placed the glass next to Su Ming's hand.

She looked at the glasses on Su Ming's nose, and then looked at the thick stack of account books that Su Ming took out from the Chen Ge pot.

Paimeng sighed slightly and said helplessly: "Why don't you find two subordinates to come over? I feel like you'll be busy for a long time alone..."

You are an executive after all, why do you have to do these things yourself?

"Something about secrets..." Su Ming glanced at Paimeng, swiped the call button on the phone, and waved his other hand.

"My dear Adonis, are you finally going to start working?"

A smiling voice came out from the phone's microphone, accompanied by the sound of keyboard tapping, "Although I am indeed a little happy now, this is not the reason why your profits have been decreasing recently..."

Before he finished speaking, an old voice sounded, and even his breathing was filled with the smell of age, "Perhaps our new executive officer prefers to use Mora to support my actions."

Paimeng, who had just walked to the door, was startled and quickly closed the door and hid away.

The Fatui have a built-in underworld BUFF, and just by listening to the sound you feel like you're going to be tricked and even lose your pants.

"It's the mayor's voice!" Tok's eyes lit up and he shook Tartaglia's arm, "Brother, listen."

"It's Tok's kid..." Pucciniella paused, then chuckled, "Do you have that kid, Adonis?"

"Yes." Su Ming opened the account book and entered the items one by one. The sound of the keyboard seemed to be arguing with the scattered soldiers. "But Anton who stayed at home still needs the care of the mayor."

It's really exciting. The traveler and Qixing next door are busy cooking.

A bunch of executives were in the study, having a meeting to do something bad.

Su Ming was secretly shocked, thinking that he had really started to live a carefree life since he was no longer unlucky.

"Yes, yes..." Pucciniella laughed, and the sound of papers flipping came from the microphone. "Where's Pantalone? Your recent funds..."

"How much?" The gentle banker said lazily without hesitation, "I believe Mr. Pucciniella will not use my hard-earned funds to buy jade pendants, wine glasses, tea cups, or small fans, right?"