Sister, look at him!

"I don't remember anything. I only remember that my name is He Qingwan." The girl leaned on the bed, her eyes a little dull.

"When I picked you up, you were about to be torn apart by the space crack." Zhongli Yuya poured himself a cup of hot tea.

He looked at He Qingwan while drinking. Although he didn't know much about StarCraft, he could see that there was a seal in He Qingwan's body, a kind of seal commonly used in StarCraft to seal memories. It was harmless to the human body. In fact, it had considerable benefits to the human body.

Most people only use this seal on themselves or their loved ones.

So he didn't care about the seal.

"How about this." Zhongli Yuya had an idea, "My shop is still short of a cashier girl, so you can stay here."

"I can't." He Qingwan answered subconsciously. Even though she had lost all her memories, she still remembered that she was being served, not serving others.

"Then what can you do?" Zhongli Yuya asked her back.

"..." He Qingwan was silent, "I don't know."

She raised her head slightly to look at Zhongli Yuya, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water.

Zhongli Yuya was stunned by her look.

"No, no..." He muttered in a low voice, "Then you can be a mascot in this shop from now on. When others ask you, just say you are my sister. Is that clear?"

"Hmm..." He Qingwan nodded. She looked at Zhongli Yuya and called out obediently, "Brother."

The tips of Zhongli Yuya's ears turned red visibly. "Ahem, I still have some things to take care of. I'll come back later."

He stood up in a hurry, without even drinking the tea he had just poured, and walked out in a hurry.

He Qingwan looked at his somewhat embarrassed back with a bit of confusion in his eyes. What happened to his brother?

He Qingwan lived there peacefully.

The antique shop is called Fu Sheng. It is neither big nor small, but its decoration is elegant. The owner is Zhongli Yuya, and everyone calls him "Sir".

He Qingwan is a mascot, and every day all she needs to do is dress up beautifully and go out to eat, drink and have fun.

There was only one clerk in the shop, a rather clever young man hired by Zhongli Yuya. He could do the work of several people alone.

There is also a mother and daughter who specialize in serving He Qingwan. They don't live with them, but come on time to cook and wash clothes for He Qingwan.

This went on for more than ten years.

Until the warlords disappeared from the world, Zhongli Yuya did not take any action.

He Qingwan had never even seen Zhongli Yuya sell anything, and didn't know how Zhongli Yuya could support her huge expenses.

While thinking, He Qingwan picked out another piece of jade beads.

"Same old." He Qingwan signed his name on the bill.

"Zhongli Qingwan"

The owner of the jewelry store couldn't stop smiling and quickly responded with "yes, yes".

As soon as He Qingwan left, the shop assistant asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Second uncle, what do you mean by the same old thing?"

"Ermao, do you remember what that lady looked like just now?" the boss asked his good-for-nothing nephew.

"I've remembered." Ermao responded.

"That's Miss Zhongli, the younger sister of Mr. Zhongli from Fusheng Antique Shop." The boss lowered his voice, "She could buy our business with just a little effort."

"I understand the logic, but what does it mean to be the same as always?" Ermao was puzzled. "She doesn't give money, nor does she take things."

"Miss Zhongli is our old customer. Everything she buys is sent directly to Fusheng, and the bill is paid by the people there." The boss reminded Ermao seriously, "You have to remember that Miss Zhongli is the most important. No matter who comes, Miss Zhongli must be given priority. Do you understand? !"

"I've remembered that, second uncle." Ermao didn't dare to refute and quickly agreed.

The two men didn't notice that a fashionable young woman was overhearing their entire conversation.

After leaving the jewelry store, the sun was shining outside. He Qingwan took out his umbrella, opened it, looked left and right, but didn't see any interesting stores.

Very boring.

Let’s go home.

"Ms. Zhongli, please stay!"

Just as I took a step forward, a gentle and charming female voice came from behind me.

He Qingwan stopped and turned to look with a faint expression.

The visitor was a young woman wearing a grey cheongsam embroidered with peonies.

"Who are you?" He Qingwan asked doubtfully.

"My name is Hu Die. I just heard the boss in the jewelry store say that you are from Fu Sheng Antique Shop?" Hu Die has a gentle appearance and smiled gently at this moment. If it were a man, his bones would have melted, but unfortunately the person in front of her was He Qingwan, who was immune to good looks.

"Well, Ms. Hu, is there anything you want to buy?" He Qingwan gradually became serious.

She is also part of the Fu Sheng Antique Shop, so naturally she has to take on the responsibility of selling goods. Now that a customer has come, she naturally has to be in high spirits.

"No, I want to sell something." Hu Die weighed her bag with a meaningful smile on her face, "I can't eat it in other places, so I think "Fu Sheng" should be okay."

Butterfly is reborn.

Her biological father was a very famous warlord in the northwest, but her mother was a singer and died early.

In her previous life, she was favored by her eldest sister's fiancé and suffered a lot. In the end, she was raped to death by a harlot. In this life, she took the initiative and killed her father and her eldest sister's fiancé.

The two major families were leaderless, and coupled with the policies from above, they completely collapsed within half a month, and her elder sister suffered the same treatment as she did in her previous life.

She was not soft-hearted. She took all the gold and silver jewelry at home and ran to Shanghai. The money was fine, mainly some antiques.

She had made a lot of moves on the way here, but there was one "delicate item" that was difficult to sell.

So as soon as she arrived in Shanghai, she started asking around for antique dealers. She approached several of them, but none of them made a move.

Because that thing is too weird.

Today, she happened to hear about the "Floating Life" antique shop.

So I thought about trying again.

"It's not up to me to decide whether it's possible or not." He Qingwan sneered, "You don't need to provoke me. I'm not the one in charge. Only my brother can decide whether to keep or remove your thing."

Hu Die's expression froze, and she tried to make amends, "That's not what I meant..."

"I'm not interested in what you mean." He Qingwan raised her hand wearing a white lace glove to interrupt her, "Ms. Hu, goodbye."

As soon as the voice fell, a car stopped beside He Qingwan, the door opened, and the young man sitting in the back seat spoke softly, "Wanwan, the restaurant you like has new dishes."

He Qingwan sat next to Zhongli Yuya and ignored Hu Die's call, "Drive."

Zhongli Yuya touched He Qingwan's head, seeming to be thinking about something.

The mission plot line hasn't even started yet, so how come something supernatural has appeared?

He opened the script in his mind.

There are three books in total.

The first one is his mission script, which will not start until the millennium. The second one is an ordinary script, which is about the plot of the 1970s and 1980s. The third one is the script for the current timeline.

The supernatural will only appear in the first plot, which means that it will not appear until the millennium at the earliest.

But now we haven’t even reached the plot line of the second script, so how could there be any ghostly aura about that woman just now?