Quick Wear: Devil's Whisper

The next morning, Yao Yuan went to work as usual. Except on holidays, he usually did not eat breakfast at home, but bought it on the way to work.

Yao Xiuli rarely makes breakfast. She doesn’t have to go to work. She gets up in the morning and lies in bed to play with her mobile phone for a while. When she feels hungry, she gets up, washes up and eats breakfast.

She was the only one at home today. She was too lazy to wash up. She went to the refrigerator with a disheveled appearance, took out some yogurt and bread and went back to the bedroom. She saw some unread messages and continued chatting with the person by lying on the bed.

The person who sent her the message was a recently retired senior cadre from the neighboring community, who is now Yao Xiuli's dance partner. He asked her to practice new dance music with him in the afternoon and have lunch together if it was convenient.

Yao Xiuli quickly finished her bread, went to the bathroom to take a shower, put on some light makeup, and after getting ready, she prepared to go out for the appointment.

Before leaving, she remembered the money in the closet. She was still a little worried, so she returned to the bedroom and took another look. The box was safely in its original place. Only then did Yao Xiuli feel relieved. She cursed herself for never seeing money before, and put the blanket and duvet back.

The moment she turned her head, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of disobedience. When she put the blanket down just now, a corner of the blanket scraped against the skin care product box. She didn't know if she was dazzled, but the box seemed to move...

Wait, did the box move? There was 100,000 yuan in it, which was quite heavy. How could it be easily moved by a blanket?

Yao Xiuli stood beside the closet, took a deep breath, slowly squatted down, and reached her hand into the bottom layer of the closet. Just when her fingertips just touched the corner of the box, two popping sounds were heard in the living room. Yao Xiuli hurriedly got up, opened the bedroom door, looked around the living room, and found that the source of the noise was the photo on the altar.

The portraits of Yang Lei's mother and grandmother fell down and hit the table, making the same sound. Yao Xiuli panicked for a moment and didn't want to touch the two portraits. She glanced around inadvertently and found that a window was not closed. It must be because of the strong wind today that the photos on the table were blown down.

After closing the window, Yao Xiuli returned to the bedroom. This time she was much more determined and reached out to take the box containing the money. Then Yao Xiuli was dumbfounded. Why did it feel like the box had no weight at all?

Yao Xiuli threw the blanket and quilt aside like a madman, took out the box containing the money and shook it vigorously, but there was still no sound. The box was so light that she could be sure that there was nothing in it without opening it.

Yao Xiuli sat blankly in front of the dressing mirror, looking at the transparent tape she had wrapped around the box herself. Not only was it damaged, but the marks on the seal were exactly the same as yesterday.

Yao Xiuli picked up the eyebrow trimmer on the dressing table and cut open the edge of the box lid that was wrapped with transparent tape. She opened the lid with trembling hands...

Yao Xiuli burst into tears. "Nothing! Nothing! The money she put in with her own hands yesterday disappeared. She had clearly checked it before going to bed last night. How could it disappear out of thin air?"

Yesterday, Yang Haoming and Yang Lei were not at home, and she had sent the fat dog away. She and her son were the only ones at home. She had clearly locked the door before going to bed. Who on earth had stolen her money? This damn, damned thief!

That's not right. If there really was a thief, how did he get in? How did he take the money away from the box without damaging the transparent tape? This isn't a magic trick, how did he do it? Yao Xiuli was already in a state of logical confusion and self-doubt.

On the second day of Yang Lei's self-driving trip, he checked in at another food mecca, a buffet breakfast shop, a paradise for carbohydrates. He asked the owner in advance, and the owner said he could film it. Yang Lei opened the live broadcast room with great joy.

Even though they knew that the guy had no good intentions, the workers who had to get up early on Tuesday to move bricks still clicked on the live broadcast link and found that the damn male anchor was actually eating a buffet breakfast. They also eat this breakfast on a normal day, but why do so many varieties of breakfast put together look so tempting?

They are not greedy for boiled dumplings, steamed dumplings, fried dumplings, or pan-fried dumplings. Not at all. Even if they are made in various ways, they are still dumplings in essence. They act as if they have never eaten them before!

They don't envy mixed noodles, fried noodles, soup noodles, or stewed noodles, not at all. Even if they are made in various ways, they are still all noodles in essence, as if no one has ever eaten them!

Eight Treasure Porridge, Pumpkin Porridge, Seafood Porridge, Preserved Egg and Lean Meat Porridge, they don’t want to eat them, they don’t want to eat them at all. Even if they are made into various shapes, they are essentially all porridge, and everyone thinks they have never eaten them...

Ahhh, I can’t stand it anymore, they have never eaten it, they have never eaten anything, they are so envious and jealous!

[Damn male anchor, your head is almost stuck in the porridge bowl, shut up, shut up! ]

[Don't drink it, leave me one sip, just one sip~]

[Let me have one spoonful, just one spoonful, I mean what I say! ]

[I won’t stay up late today. I’m going to have a buffet breakfast tomorrow. Lei Zi, I hate you~]

Yang Lei ate without raising his head or opening his eyes, and he just kept his head down to show off. There was nothing he could do as the buffet breakfast was limited in time.

After eating and drinking, Yang Lei finally found time to have friendly exchanges with the fans who were gradually going crazy in the live broadcast room, and cordial greetings were also exchanged between each other.

Yang Lei turned off the live broadcast. Before leaving, he told the boss lady that he had eaten a lot and wanted to pay more. The boss lady refused and said generously: "No, no, it's a blessing to be able to eat. I am happy to see that you are satisfied with the food, which shows that the food I cook tastes good."

Yang Lei did not insist and said with a smile, "May you make a lot of money." The proprietress also replied, "Good luck to you."

At noon, Yang Lei went to eat hotpot, while the workers were miserable eating takeout, the contrast was quite tragic.

The food Yang Lei eats is very ordinary, and they often eat it, but they never thought how delicious it is before, and they forgot about it after eating it.

Old fans all know about the troubles in Yang Lei's family. They also know that he has just paid off his debts and refunded the money to Sister Wang Zubang. The RV is also rented. The live broadcast room seems to be bustling and prosperous, but in fact the live broadcast flow is not that high. How can this guy live so happily?

The damn male anchor has gone to pursue his poetry and the distance, while these hard-working workers seem to only have the immediate survival in mind.

Why? Do we have to add this crappy class? What do you mean I am not married and have no partner, so I should share more? She always has to share the burden, so how can she have the time and opportunity to find a partner? Whoever wants to add this crappy class can add it, she wants to invite her bestie to eat hot pot together!

What's wrong with me taking a sick leave? I can't go to the hospital to see a doctor even though I can see double? The boss's daughter's nails broke, and a bunch of people came to ask about her health. Don't ordinary people like me deserve to be sick? I staggered to the door and lay down on the ground in front of everyone. Ah! I can't take it anymore. I fainted. The boss had to call 120 to get up!