[Quick Transmigration] 100 Ways to Treat Neuropathy

When Wu Ming went out at night, he looked at the white anemones in the vase, and suddenly became interested. He folded a flower and put it in his coat pocket.

The cool and delicate fragrance lingered in the air through the stamens. Wu Ming sniffed the faint fragrance of flowers and felt relieved. He adjusted his tie in front of him in the full-length mirror and went out.

Wu Ming can't drive, so he can only use the mobile phone software to reserve a special car to pick him up before going out. Fortunately, he found a spare mobile phone battery from the drawer in the afternoon, otherwise he could only stand in the middle of the road and take a taxi up.

But if he runs to the middle of the road to take a taxi, there may be a crowd of people watching after standing for a while, and then take pictures and post them on the Internet, and with the rich imagination of people nowadays...

Maybe the headlines on the Internet the next day will be #shocked, the internationally famous perfumer actually lives on the street, click to see the big picture #, #前日光满的香装师实震怪费起车汽车，Suspected to owe huge gambling debts#

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Thinking about it is a little bit emotional...

When he was in a trance, the phone in his hand rang. Wu Ming looked at the profile picture and found that it was the driver who had just booked a car in the car booking software. He immediately connected and reported his approximate location.

He doesn't often use this kind of taxi-hailing software, so when he chooses, he chooses according to the distance by default. The number of car models has not been set, so when he sees a pink two-person car driving towards him When I honked the horn, the whole person was in a mess...

That miniature car looks cute, with pink paint and many Hello Kitty stickers on it. It is a pink, tender and cute girly car. If there is a cute girl in it It couldn't be cuter.

But if Wu Ming remembers correctly... he looked at the driver's profile picture as a man! ! !What kind of man can drive this kind of car, pervert! ! !

While hesitating, the driver had already rolled down the window.

"What's the matter? Brother, isn't that the car you ordered? Come up." The driver looked at Wu Ming who was still standing in front of him with his mobile phone, and couldn't help urging.

Wu Ming looked at the driver with the window rolled down, wearing a mask and sunglasses with almost no gaps on his face, his face was livid.

If it was said that he was still struggling with whether he could get in the first car of this girl's heart before, then now he can almost certainly give a negative answer! ! !

The driver in front of him exuded a dangerous aura!The only thing missing is the word "black car" written on his face, and whoever drives a car will wear sunglasses and a hat!Is this going to rob a bank? ! !

Wu Ming subconsciously took two steps back and distanced himself from the car.

Putting down the phone, he squeezed out a stiff smile: "No... Uncle, you may have misidentified the person... This... I didn't call a car."

"Impossible." The driver took out his mobile phone from somewhere, and then pressed a few buttons to display Wu Ming's information and photos, and also enlarged his photos for him to see: "Look, this customer information , the same thing, little brother, you are coming soon, and I have to hurry up to take the next order."

Wu Ming looked at himself with a harmless smile on the photo, and wanted to chop off the hand that set his avatar... You know, he used his own photo when others set their WeChat avatars, so he used it naively own photo...

Wu Ming stared at the phone screen for a while, and finally resigned to his fate, walked to the other side and opened the door, and got into this car full of girlish hearts.

It shouldn't be so unlucky... I happened to meet a black car and was tied up to tear up my ticket or something...

...

Fortunately, there were no surprises along the way. Although the driver dressed up a little weirdly, he didn't do any weird things on the road. The driver followed the direction shown on the navigator without any deviation. In the car, except for the constant playback of There was no sound other than the radio.

The radio seemed to be tuned to an opera channel, and the sound of opera singing was always playing in it.Wu Ming didn't have the habit of playing games on his mobile phone, so he was a little bored sitting in the car, so he began to listen to the opera played in the car.

"Do you understand opera?" The driver turned his head slightly to Wu Ming, his voice was a little vague through the mask.

Wu Ming hummed lightly, and then added as if he remembered something: "I didn't understand much before, but a friend studied opera, so he was somewhat influenced by it."

"Yes." The driver was a little emotional when he heard Wu Ming's answer: "There are not many young people who know opera nowadays."

Wu Ming nodded, then leaned back on the car seat with his eyes closed and continued to listen to the opera playing, but he didn't see the driver's hand holding the steering wheel slightly exerting force, which made some old white gloves wrinkle .

When he finally arrived at his destination, Wu Ming opened his eyes, opened the door and planned to get out of the car.After all, this car reservation software automatically deducts the payment, so he doesn't have to take out his mobile phone to pay in front of the driver.

"Hey, little brother." The driver reminded Wu Ming when he was about to get out of the car: "I'm going to say a word, it's better not to bring the flower on your chest, it's very unlucky."

Hearing the driver's reminder, Wu Ming looked down and found that he was wearing a black suit when he went out today, and matched it with another small white flower on his chest...

It's really unlucky...

Wu Ming was ashamed, and he was stunned for a moment when he pushed the car door, but he soon changed into a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, but this flower was given by someone I like, and it has special meaning to me."

Anyway, he was just having a meal with those people, so he didn't need to be so particular about it, and he still had to worry about the mood and thoughts of those people.

If this is the case, then he is not Wu Ming.

After all, the two of them didn't know each other very well. Seeing that Wu Ming's attitude was so firm, the driver couldn't persuade him any more, so he drove away in his own car.

After driving for a certain distance, making sure there was no one around, the driver stepped on the brakes and slowly took off his mask, sunglasses and hat.

Different from what Wu Ming had imagined before, it was not an uncle's face covered with stubble, but an unusually handsome young man.

The young man slowly took off some old white gloves, and unzipped the clothes. The towel that was originally folded on his stomach was scattered on the car mat because of the loss of support.

The beer belly that was still somewhat bloated before quickly shriveled up, revealing his original figure.

After finishing all this, the young man adjusted the direction of the rearview mirror inside the car, and some too pale faces were clearly reflected in the transparent mirror.

"It's really different from what I imagined...the legendary international perfumer..."

The young man smiled slightly, but soon the phone in his pocket vibrated.

The young man looked down at the caller on the display, frowned, and answered the phone with some reluctance.

"I said, what time is it? Are you still going to the company's training? If you don't go to this competition, you will be replaced directly. Anyway, there are still many people who want to replace you!"

The sharp female voice on the phone was a bit harsh, the young man squinted his eyes, his expression was disgusted, but he apologized sincerely on the phone: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Sister Dan, I'll come over right now, I'm really sorry."

"Tsk," the female voice urged: "If you don't come for 10 minutes, you can decide for yourself. Anyway, you are just a foil for this competition. Don't take yourself too seriously."

The young man responded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes."

The female voice taught the young man a good lesson on the phone for a while, with a harsh tone, but the young man always responded in a low voice, not daring to resist at all, sounding extremely cowardly.

It wasn't until another quarter of an hour later that the female voice on the other end of the phone finally showed signs of letting him go, but added at the end: "By the way, I sent you the theme of the preliminary round of this fragrance competition a few weeks ago. , in a while, you remember to bring the incense to come here. If you do well and are adopted by the young master, the company will try to promote you in the future."

Hearing this, the young man tightened his grip on the steering wheel, but it was still the same.

"Well, I believe you are also sensible. If this kind of perfume making is exposed, let alone the huge liquidated damages that you can't afford, you don't want to have any future on this road in the future."

After uttering the last sentence of threats, the woman hung up the phone, but the young man also pulled off the headset at the same time, and slapped the steering wheel vigorously.

"Is the future..."

The young man raised his head, looked at the hurried pedestrians in front of him, and suddenly parted the corners of his mouth, revealing a somewhat penetrating smile.

"Unfortunately, I don't care."

The author has something to say: I really want to buy a scooter...

The kind where the tires flash and play music...