Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

In a building with a high-tech feel, Xiaoqi took the elevator down from the top floor. A little girl with a baby face like Xiaoqi was sitting at the table next to her, her feet gently swinging, and the sound of keyboard tapping could be heard.

Xiao Qi passed by and said hello to her, "Xiao Jiu, I'm leaving."

The sound of keyboard tapping stopped, and Xiaojiu turned his head and looked at Xiaoqi with a frown.

"Okay, come on, Xiaoqi."

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The downtown area of ​​City A is brightly lit, mixed with the aroma of various foods, in front of a barbecue restaurant.

The scattered tables were all filled with people. In the bustling city, people would look over from time to time, just because of the strange trio sitting at the table on the right side of the barbecue restaurant.

A Taoist priest wearing a blue robe, with long hair and a wooden hairpin stuck in his head?

A bald man wearing a bright yellow robe and with a shiny shaved head, bah, a monk?

Sitting next to the two of them was a cool young man with short silver-gray hair. He wore a white sweatshirt with a black jacket, dark jeans, and a pair of canvas shoes, a standard student outfit.

The young man was eating the skewer in his right hand, and the monk sitting on his right handed him another skewer.

The three of them sitting around a table are extremely eye-catching, not only because of their weird matching, but also because of their super high looks.

The Taoist priest who had been watching the boy eat the barbecue had a delicate baby face that looked very cute. The monk who handed the skewers to the boy had peach blossom eyes and handsome features.

The young man sandwiched between the two of them had short silver-gray hair that not everyone could pull off. However, the young man had a rather flamboyant appearance, with beautiful eyebrows that looked neither rough nor feminine. His narrow and long phoenix eyes made his originally indifferent expression even more aggressive. Just one look at him would definitely keep you at a distance.

Mo Beijin watched Ji Wenli eagerly as he ate beer and barbecue with relish.

Shen Fan, who was sitting opposite, raised his palm with one hand, put his thumb inward in front of his chest, and chanted a Buddhist name.

"Amitabha, is Guizhen greedy?"

Guizhen is the Taoist name Mo Beijin gave himself. Mo Beijin swallowed his saliva.

"I was just thinking about one thing."

Shen Fan looked at him, and Mo Beijin's eyes never left Ji Wenli from beginning to end.

"I was thinking that the Zhengyi School is actually quite good."

A smile appeared on Shen Fan's face, and he chanted the Buddha's name again.

"Are they just cosplaying?"

"I don't know, I guess so. Never mind. He's so handsome, I need to get WeChat first."

"Hello, can you add me as your contact?"

The young lady next to him walked towards Mo Beijin at the instigation of her friend. She really liked this kind of little puppy type, and his long hair was so beautiful that she wanted to dress him up.

After hearing these words, Mo Beijin was frightened and leaned towards Ji Wenli.

Seeing that the young lady was about to step forward, Mo Beijin took out a Taoist certificate from somewhere, put it on the table, and pushed it in the direction of the girl.

"Ah~, it's not cosplay, it's a real Taoist priest."

The young lady was not giving up. "Are you from Quanzhen or Zhengyi, little brother?"

The girl in front of him had a fiery look in her eyes. Mo Beijin felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and his gaze fell on Shen Fan for help.

Shen Fan smiled and raised his hand again.

"Amitabha, this female donor is from the Quanzhen sect."

"Ah~"

The girl had to leave with regret. Mo Beijin patted his chest and sat back in his seat.

With a look of great relief on his face, he said, "I take back what I said just now. Zhengyi Sect is not safe either. Quanzhen Sect is still better."

If he couldn't eat meat, then he couldn't eat meat. This world was too horrible. He just wanted to stay in the Taoist temple. If he hadn't come down the mountain to celebrate Ji Wenli's birthday, he wouldn't have come down the mountain at all.

After a while, Ji Wenli, who had not said a word the whole time, took a tissue and wiped his mouth and hands. He put his hands in his pockets, put his white canvas shoes on the horizontal bar under the table, and leaned back in a very lazy posture.

"We're done eating, so go back to whichever mountain you came from."

Shen Fan looked at him in a businesslike tone with a faint smile in his eyes.

"This donor is truly heartbreaking. Gui Zhen and I took the trouble to come celebrate his birthday, yet he is so ungrateful."

Ji Wenli looked at him with indifferent eyes.

"Monk, this joke is not funny."

Mo Beijin grabbed Ji Wenli's shirt and said, "Wait a minute. There's still cake."

The two looked at each other silently. Three seconds later, Mo Beijin looked at Shen Fan with drooping eyes.

"He dislikes our pretentiousness."

Shen Fan still had his standard faint smile, lowered his eyes, raised his palms and chanted a Buddhist name.

Mo Beijin curled his lips in boredom at the sight of him, and finally took out a peace amulet and placed it in front of Ji Wenli.

"I folded it myself."

Shen Fan also took out a lucky bag and placed it in front of Ji Wenli.

"To report safety."

“Who would believe this stuff?”

Although he expressed disgust, Ji Wenli still put it in his pocket and stood up.

"gone."

Without tonight's protagonist, Shen Fan and Mo Beijin looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Let's go back to our respective hills?"

Shen Fan continued to smile faintly. Just as he was about to chant the Buddha's name, someone came with a tray with many vegetarian dishes on it. Although they were vegetarian, they looked quite varied.

Mo Beijin's eyes widened.

"Eat before leaving?"

"Amitabha, since it is the kind intention of Mr. Ji, it should not be wasted."

Then the two of them began to eat in swift motion.

Walking in the south direction, Ji Wenli went to the southern suburbs. The weather was bad today and it was pitch black at night. He could hardly see the road ahead. However, the young man seemed to be very familiar with this place. His steps were not slow at all, but steady and fast.

There was a cemetery in front of them. The middle-aged man who came out in clothes was no longer surprised to see Ji Wenli.

Only this child likes to come here late at night, as diligently as if he were going home.

The night wind blew, and Ji Wenli stopped beside a tombstone. His narrow and usually cold eyes became much warmer.

The young man squatted down and leaned quietly against the tombstone without saying a word, just staying silent.

After a while, the young man's soft voice was heard.

"Grandma, I'm eighteen years old this year."

The corners of the boy's eyes are raised and the corners of his mouth are curved.

"You should be very happy to know that I'm an adult. I met your friend Shen Fan today, and he's still the same. And Mo Beijin, you used to say he was so socially anxious and what he would do in the future. You never thought that he would find a mountain to become a Taoist priest right after the college entrance examination."

……

The boy's voice was calm and emotionless, yet it held an indescribable gentleness. He chattered on for a long time before Ji Wenli stood up and touched the tombstone.

"Beautiful old lady, I'm leaving now. I'll come back and chat with you next time."