I, Yuelao, quit!

Cui Qinglan forced her composure to glance at the smiling young man, but the hand holding the mobile phone trembled violently.

Even the simplest 120 three keys took a long time to press correctly.

"Hi, hello, my father suffered a myocardial infarction, he is in S City..."

The young man always had a vaguely warm smile on his face, but his eyes were stern.

"The result has already been set, what has changed is only the process. Even if the rescue is timely, your father will die at that time due to various sudden accidents."

He lightly decided life and death for Cui Qinglan's father.

"useless."

Cui Qinglan just wanted to go home immediately and see what happened to her father, she sneered.

"According to what you said, should I just sit still and wait for the bad news to strike, anyway, that's how fate is, why don't you struggle and just accept it all?"

Without wasting any more words with the young man, she closed the windbreaker with a frosty face, and strode past the young man.

"Crazy, nonsense."

The young man lowered his head, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"In 1 minute, the ambulance will crash and delay your father's best treatment. In 2 minutes, your father will die at home, and then everything will be back to square one."

Cui Qinglan suddenly stopped in her tracks, clenched her hands slightly, and her carefully crafted sharp manicure pierced deeply into her palms.

"Although I don't know who you are, I can be sure that your willingness to tell me these things must not be out of good intentions. What do you want?"

"I am the Commander, and I am in charge of life and death in the world. I am here to tell you these things just to give you a chance to change your life."

When Cui Qinglan heard the young man say that she was Commander-in-Chief, she exhaled a misty white smoke ring and sneered disdainfully.

"Change your life, what do you want?"

The young man shook his head, "It's not what I want, but what you want."

Holding a cigarette between her fingers anxiously, Cui Qinglan glanced at the young man and said mockingly.

"What do I want? Master Siming, I can't compare to your gods' desires and desires'. I am very greedy. I hope that my parents live a long life, and that the company can grow and develop..."

The young man interrupted her and said lightly.

"Life, a ten-year life can help you change the company's bankruptcy fate, and a 20-year life can help your parents live longer."

Burning the cigarette butt that was about to burn out to the white tender flesh between her fingers, Cui Qinglan stared at the dark sewer as if unconscious.

The torn pieces of the lottery ticket still reflect the seductive light quietly.

She threw away the cigarette butt between her fingers, lowered her head against the wind, lit a new cigarette, and said bluntly.

"I don't believe you, how do you..."

When she looked up again, she loosened her fingers slightly, and the burning cigarette fell gently to the ground.

Cui Qinglan opened her mouth slightly in a daze, her mind went blank as if a thread had been disconnected.

...Just the moment he lowered his head and raised his head, the person in front of him changed silently.

He is no longer the original 'young man', but a real fairy.

The widow was dressed in white, and her loose and flowing robe fluttered up and down in the cold wind, as if it was not stained with any dirt, and her black hair was bundled up in a silver crown carved with white snakes.

His eyebrows are gentle and handsome, and his facial features are somewhat more delicate than those in the painting, like Wen Yu who has been carefully carved.

The widow took out a golden marriage book from her sleeve, and turned to the page that recorded Cui Qinglan's fate.

He lightly brushed a line of words on the page with his fingertips, and the line of words suddenly shone brightly, and smiled gently at Cui Qinglan.

"If you don't believe me, I can help your father extend his life by one day. When the lottery results come out tomorrow, you can decide whether to trade your life for a new destiny."

After recovering from the man's stunning appearance, she keenly realized that the original young man was just an insignificant puppet after wandering in the mall for many years.

And the Si Ming in front of him is the one who really hides behind the scenes and manipulates everything.

He had a gentle and kind smile on his face, but his aura was extremely intimidating, as if he could see through all the indecision and struggle in her heart with just a casual glance.

The helpless and desperate fear of falling into the deep sea surged from the depths of her heart, and Cui Qinglan forcibly calmed down.

"What should I call you?"

The widow closed the fate book, seemingly surprised that Cui Qinglan would ask him this question.

"I don't have a name, so you can call me Commander."

Cui Qinglan turned her head, clenched her hands slightly, and stared at the sewer.

"But that lottery ticket has been torn up by me..."

Before Cui Qinglan finished speaking, the widow shook her head helplessly.

"What you tear up is just a scrap of paper, not fate."

"When the lottery results are announced tomorrow, if you are willing to pay the price of your life, the final winning numbers will be printed on this ticket. If you are not willing, this is a piece of waste paper."

He handed Cui Qinglan another lottery ticket and asked meaningfully.

"Do you understand it?"

Bearing in mind the essence of never showing cowardice at the negotiating table, Cui Qinglan pretended to accept the lottery ticket calmly, but her words inevitably trembled.

"Then I'll wait for the announcement of the lottery results tomorrow."

She had just received the lottery ticket, but the man disappeared in front of her in just one breath.

It's like a dream that can't tell the truth from the fake.

Cui Qinglan squeezed the lottery ticket in her hand.

Now... only this flimsy lottery ticket still has real weight.

In front of the door of the rental house, Su Yun tightly grabbed Lu Yue's sleeve and said helplessly.

"Lu Yue, you really don't need to help me move... Those furniture are yours in the first place, so how will you live when you go back to the office after moving them like this?"

Just when he was about to move out of the office, the elusive supervisor Lu suddenly appeared at the door of the office and offered to help him move.

He was very touched and refused.

At the same time, he showed his spiritual bag for storing things, indicating that he, who is poor and useless, can take away all the salutes with only the spiritual bag.

Lu Jiansi also said that he can take all the furniture in the room away, after all, he will not live in the office anymore.

He was moved to tears, but firmly refused.

However, before he could rack his brains to come up with a suitable reason for refusal, Superintendent Lu flicked his sleeves lightly, and put all the furniture into his wide sleeves.

Then he took him to experience the exciting teleportation of a high heartbeat warning, and the two teleported to the door of the rental house in an instant.

Then, at the door of the rental house, he almost hung on Supervisor Lu's body, tightly pulling on Supervisor Lu's wide sleeve.

Fearing that he would flick his sleeves lightly, all the furniture appeared in the rental house and were arranged neatly.

And he, Xiaoyuelao, who only knows [-] common spiritual spells in the spiritual spell textbook, can no longer take back the furniture and return it to Superintendent Lu.

Jane, straight, want, die.

Lu Yue couldn't refuse and said, "It's okay, it's a waste of furniture to be left in the office."

Before Su Yun could refuse, he suddenly frowned slightly and looked out the window.

"Look, is that person on the street Lu Sheng who you want to hold the red line?"

Sure enough, Su Yun's attention was completely attracted by the word 'Lu Sheng'.

He subconsciously loosened his sleeves, ran to the window, and stared nervously at the bustling street scene outside the window, but he didn't see Lu Sheng when he looked left and right.

Although he knew that Su Yun was still concerned about himself, Lu Yue always had an inexplicable sense of taste.

He, Green, himself.

Su Yun turned around and asked suspiciously, "No...ah! Lu Yue..."

When I looked back again, the furniture had been arranged in the most suitable place.

A family should always be tidy, no matter whether they move or not.

...It turned out that the phrase 'Lu Sheng is on the street' was just a scam.

Su Yun sighed, knowing that he could not refuse Supervisor Lu's kindness.

"Thank you, Lu Yue, I'll treat you to dinner when I'm free."

Lu Yue nodded, "Okay."

The little God of Wealth, Zhu Yunyue, pushed open the door sleepily, with dark circles under his eyes as if he had just come up from a coal mine, and there was a deep sense of sleepiness between the lines.

"Who is it? Oh, Su Yun... welcome..."

After finishing speaking, he yawned again, as if if he was given a bed, he could sleep until the end of time.

"At that time, I will make up a welcome ceremony for you. I stayed up late last night and worked overtime. I was about to die suddenly in front of the stone..."

"……Stone?"

The little God of Wealth haggardly took out a slightly golden stone from his pocket.

"I've been using the alchemy spell for a whole day, but unfortunately the spiritual energy in the world is thin, and this stone doesn't live up to it... I'm about to give up, why don't I move bricks to make money."

The whole body of the blue-gray stone has only a spot of gold the size of a fingernail. It is too shabby to say that it is gold. 24k pure gold.

The little God of Wealth burst into tears and sobbed, "I really want to chisel a piece of gold from an inconspicuous corner of our company and bring it down..."

Su Yun thought of Jucaisi, whose floor was covered with gold bricks, and the famous saying of Jucaisi, "Our company has only gold that is the least valuable", and fell into silence again.

At this time Jing Li came back, he put a bag of fresh vegetables on the table, frowned slightly, and said with distress and disapproval.

"The director will make you a statuette."

The little God of Wealth looked at the shopping bag, brought out instant noodles with half a vegetable leaf floating from the room, and said miserable.

"Jing Li, are you going to cook today? I've already made instant noodles."

"Eating instant noodles is not good for your health. You have been staying up late lately, so stop eating instant noodles."

The little God of Wealth stared at Jing Li with an unnatural expression, and suddenly asked.

"Jing Li, are you going to buy lottery tickets behind my back again?"

Jing Li didn't answer, and started to wash the dishes without saying a word.

Little God of Wealth became anxious, squatting in front of Jing Li, angrily kneading Jing Li's stern face.

"Didn't I tell you not to buy lottery tickets? Didn't you forget that after you won 10 yuan last time, you were about to die of bad luck every day?"

Jing Li stopped washing vegetables and sighed softly.

"I bought one, but the wealth fortune in the world has changed recently. I want to test the flow of wealth by buying lottery tickets."

Su Yun humbly asked, "Isn't it good to win lottery tickets all the time? Why not let Jing Li buy lottery tickets?"

The little God of Wealth stroked Jing Li's hair guiltily, and explained to Su Yun.

"According to the principle of conservation of luck, there is always a price to pay for transshipment. For example, if Jing Li went to buy a lottery ticket and won [-] million yuan, then he will be extremely unlucky for the next year. Drinking cold water and stuffing his teeth is just the lightest level of unlucky."

"There are still countless possibilities of death, such as being hit by a falling vase from a high-rise while walking, the brakes of the big truck in front of you when crossing the road fail, and gas leaks when you are alone at home..."

Su Yun gasped, and turned his admiring eyes to Jing Li.

It's not easy to be so unlucky and still be able to live safely.

The little God of Wealth smiled cheerfully again.

"However, Jing Li's body is a koi, and his good luck and bad luck can be offset to a certain extent, so it doesn't matter if he wins some small prizes."

The little God of Wealth stood up, intending to go back to the room to catch up on sleep, before closing the door, he said to Su Yun righteously.

"Su Yun, recently, if you find someone who suddenly became rich overnight, you can tell me, and I can collect her ill-gotten wealth instead of the treasurer."

Su Yun: "..."

He had already guessed the direction of the story. After the ill-gotten gains were confiscated, all of them flowed into the purse of the little God of Wealth.

Su Yun looked around the rental house, "Where's Director Fei Rong? Isn't he at home?"

Although Fei Rong is no longer the director, Su Yun still habitually calls him Director Fei Rong.

Jing Li cut the vegetables with a knife, and the juicy Chinese cabbage overflowed under the knife.

"No, Fei Rong is usually not at home."

Su Yun nodded. He glanced at the clock hanging in the middle of the room, and found that it was almost time for him to go to work part-time, so he bid farewell to Lu Yue.

"Lu Yue, I'm going to work first, and I'll treat you to dinner then."

"work?"

"I found another part-time job in a fashion store, and I will also make an appointment with Lu Sheng later to help him choose clothes."

Su Yun rubbed the center of his brows, and said with some annoyance.

"This part-time job must not be known by Lu Sheng, otherwise he will definitely find out that I am sending him anonymous text messages about fashion matching..."

He paused for a moment, then said with great pain, "...if I'm found out, I might as well smash myself to death on Director Lu's Lingshi mine."

Lu Yue: "..."

This method of death can be said to be unique and ingenious in the heavenly court.

Lu Yue raised his eyebrows slightly, and he specially marked the meeting and appointment with Xiaoyuelao in today's itinerary.

"Okay, go get busy, I'm leaving."

After all, in less than an hour, he and Xiaoyuelao will meet again.

After Su Yun rushed to the store in a hurry, he changed into the formal attire of a male clerk, stood beside Manager Gao, and received customers.

Manager Gao patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said with deep meaning.

"The rich woman you received last time kept asking me for your contact number. Do you want to think about her?"

Su Yun knew that Manager Gao was just joking with him and didn't take it to heart.

"Is that Ms. Chen who has kept many little fresh meats?"

Manager Gao was a little surprised, "How do you know?"

Su Yun smiled slightly, "I guess based on what she bought, men's shirts of different sizes, and men's wallets of different styles."

In fact, it can be seen from the red line of unity on her little finger.

A knot symbolizes a cheating, and she has so many knots that Su Yun can't count how many men she has fostered at a glance.

Manager Gao gave a clear 'oh', and then turned his attention to his skin.

The high-end store usually rarely has customers coming to the door, so Manager Gao can also relax and chat with Su Yun during the break.

She stared enviously at Su Yun's face and sighed.

"Xiaoyun, how do you maintain your skin? It's whiter, tenderer and smoother than egg whites, and I can't see the pores at all."

Su Yun laughed awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.

...This is probably the reason why Mrs. Secretary caught him every day to experiment with skin care dew.

Manager Gao leaned closer to Su Yun's face again, looked at his nose, and sighed again and again.

"And you don't even have a single blackhead on your nose, Xiaoyun, it's fine if your facial features are exquisite like a doll, how can your skin be as good as a sculpture coming to life?"

"Xiao Yun, you must not be a fairy descended from the sky, right?"

Su Yun who was caught off guard by guessing the truth: "..."

Remain silent and say nothing.

Su Yun looked down at his watch nervously, there were still three hours before Lu Yue came to the store.

"Senior manager, I want to discuss something with you."

"Well, you said."

"I will accompany someone to the store to buy things later, and Manager Gao, can you pretend that you don't know me? I don't want him to know that I am doing this part-time job."

He clasped his palms together and said pleadingly.

"Manager Gao, I'll bring you a few bottles of the skin care products I often use when I get home, please!"

...But, where is he going to copy a bottle of rose essence that Mrs. Si made up casually?

Su Yun was lost in thought.

Manager Gao's son was only a few years younger than Su Yun, so she nodded Su Yun's head helplessly.

"Even if you don't bribe me, I will help you with this favor."

"Thank you, Manager Gao! When he comes, you must pretend that you don't know me."

Manager Gao glanced at the photo of Lu Sheng that Su Yun showed her, and said jokingly.

"Okay, Xiao Yun, don't worry, I won't expose you in front of the person you like."

Su Yun was so shocked that he couldn't speak a complete sentence.

"I, I, I... I'm not, I didn't..."

Manager Gao had a clear expression of 'I know you're shy'.

"You stare at this guy's picture whenever you have free time, and you're always smiling sweetly."

Su Yun took back his phone, tried his best to put on a small face, and left Manager Gao to receive the new customers who came into the store.

He was calm on the surface that nothing happened, but in his heart there was a panic.

He... Is he acting so obvious?

Standing at the door, Manager Gao suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared suspiciously at a person who was walking from a distance.

"However, Xiaoyun, look at that person, is it the person in the photo you showed me?"

Su Yun turned his head to look suspiciously, and was instantly frightened out of his wits.

What's the matter, didn't he make an appointment with Lu Sheng at eight o'clock in the evening?Isn't it three hours and 15 minutes before eight o'clock?

...Is it still too late for him to hide himself and teleport?