I, Yuelao, quit!

In the rental house, Little God of Wealth carefully looked around, and after confirming that there was no one there, he secretly took out a popsicle from the refrigerator.

Before he had time to happily tear open the package, a hand dropped from the sky, and the popsicle was snatched away by Jing Li behind him.

Jing Li pinched a corner of the popsicle package and stuffed it back into the refrigerator.

"You have a bad stomach, don't eat too much cold food in winter, it will easily irritate your stomach."

The little God of Wealth, wrapped in a thick down jacket, drooped his head, and walked towards the room limply on his slippers.

"Jing Li, aren't you checking the lottery winning numbers? Why did they come out suddenly?"

Jing Li had a solemn expression, and held a blank lottery ticket between his fingers. The original clear machine-printed ink marks on the lottery ticket became more and more blurred until they disappeared completely.

On the square lottery ticket, there are only fancy useless decorations left.

He paused every word.

"Yun Yue, the world's fortune has really changed."

With a slap, the little God of Wealth stopped in place, and the slippers he was kicking on fell to the ground.

He turned his head in shock, and immediately snatched the lottery ticket from Jing Li's fingers, and stroked the blank betting number column with his fingertips in disbelief, his expression becoming more and more serious.

Looking out of the window, the golden-red airflow that symbolizes wealth is like a turbulent vortex, crazily flowing, chaotic and disorderly.

The heavy blackened blood color is hidden in the golden red fortune, and along with the fortune, it rushes to an unknown direction.

It's like a monster lurking in the dark night that will choose someone to devour at any time.

Jing Li put the lottery ticket away in his pocket with a serious expression on his face.

"Yunyue, will this matter be related to the widow's case? Should we report it directly to the Department of Finance, or first to the Department of Prison and Punishment?"

"Not urgent……"

Before the myth of Xiaocai finished, Fei Rong pushed open the bedroom door and walked out.

His words came to an abrupt end.

Fei Rong seemed to have just woken up, her long hair was tied loosely with a white headband, she was wearing a nightgown and leaning against the door frame, her eyes were sleepy.

Even when he was not sober, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was still a friendly and friendly smile on his face.

Looking around the room, he saw that Little God of Wealth and Jing Li were both looking serious in thought, and he couldn't help asking in surprise.

"What's wrong? What are you talking about?"

The little God of Wealth immediately put on an angry and angry look, and he asked Jing Lidao bluffingly.

"Jing Li and I are discussing the serious issue of whether we can eat popsicles in winter, and popsicles are not limited to summer..."

Jing Li refused without the slightest retreat.

"No."

Little God of Wealth: ...

Jing Li, who should cooperate with her in acting, turned a blind eye to her.

Fei Ronggang was still sleepy with his eyes closed, but when he heard the answer from the Little God of Wealth, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Little God of Wealth.

The moment he opened his eyes, there was a cold light in his pupils, which was deeper and colder than a deep pool, and it was like a blade unsheathed, so sharp that it made his heart jump.

The sharpness at this moment seemed to be an illusion, but at the next moment Fei Rong shook his head again, went to the table and poured himself a glass of water, and gently persuaded him.

"Jing Li is also worried about your body."

Zhu Yunyue subconsciously asked one more question.

"Fei Rong, do you want to go out?"

He is still not used to calling Fei Rong by his first and last name.

After all, Fei Rong used to be the director of the Department of Fate, and his status in the heavenly court was comparable to their director, but it seemed inappropriate to use the ancient title of 'Shangxian'.

Fei Rong just came out and poured a glass of water to quench his thirst, then walked back to the bedroom.

"Don't go out, I'm still sorting out the context of the fate book these days, and I have no clue."

He stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and asked suspiciously as if he suddenly thought of something.

"Will the theft of the fate book affect the fortune?"

Zhu Yunyue yawned, took Jing Li's hand and walked back to the room, and replied pretending not to care as he walked.

"Should not."

After returning to the room, Little God of Wealth began to think about the correct contact information of the Department of Prison and Punishment.

Jing Li was watching, and suddenly asked, "You suspect Fei Rong?"

"I didn't suspect anyone, but the director told me that now, except for the Department of Prison and Punishment, we cannot disclose the situation of the world's wealth to any other department."

"What now?"

The little God of Wealth finally found out Lu Yue's phone number from the office's long address book, he said in a deep voice.

"Notify the Department of Land Supervision at the office, and ask the Department of Supervision and Punishment to investigate this matter."

When she heard the sound of "deal completed", Cui Qinglan pretended to be calm and picked up the bag next to her, and raised her mobile phone to her ear, pretending to be making a call.

"Dad, I'll go out and make a phone call. You don't have to worry about money. The most important thing is to take good care of your body."

"Qing Lan..."

Cui's father still looked at the lottery in his hand in disbelief, and he didn't react to the "good news" of winning [-] million in a daze for a long time.

After hearing what Cui Qinglan said, he hesitated to speak, wanting to ask more about the lottery.

...My daughter has never been in the habit of buying lottery tickets. How could she suddenly start buying lottery tickets and win [-] million yuan?

But before he finished speaking, Cui Qinglan pushed open the door and strode out.

She put on flat shoes that didn't rub her feet, and she walked quietly. After experiencing the blow, she lost the vigor of a carefree life.

She held up the phone and walked through the noisy corridor.

In the corridor, the family members of the patients cried bitterly and signed the notice of critical illness, the novice father paced anxiously waiting for the birth of the child, and more people were waiting for the results of the examination and the judgment of fate.

All the bitterness and parting in the world are condensed in a small hospital.

Cui Qinglan pretended to be on the phone and responded to the widow in a deep voice.

"The 30 years of life you want, take it away."

The whispers came to the ears again, and the widow sighed softly.

"Do you know that you only have 30 years left to live?"

Cui Qinglan stopped in her tracks, staring intently at the door of the operating room with the red light on, her hands trembled so much that she could hardly hold her phone steady.

Amidst the bitter cries of others, she almost exhausted all her strength to utter these three words.

"guessed."

She then said, "Then take it, let me arrange the funeral, find a place where no one is around, and leave quietly."

The widow seemed a little surprised by her answer.

"However, death is avoidable."

"What's the price?"

"There was a man named Lu Sheng. His lifespan was at the end of the day, but because of an error in the fate book, he was still alive."

The voice beside her ear became deeper and more seductive.

"I need you to help me get my disordered fate back on the right track. If I succeed, I will give up those 30 years of life..."

"—for you."