Seeing that the main culprit had left, Zhang Yan waved his hands in dissatisfaction, signalling for everyone to leave.

"Jian Jian, you look like you have a plan. Do you really have a plan, or do you want to slap your face until it becomes swollen?"

Ever since his mysterious disappearance two months ago, everything on Mo Jian Jian's body seemed to have slightly changed.

For example, when she had a crush on a certain guy, Jian Jian wrote a love letter to give her and pursued her on her own initiative, causing everyone in school to know about it …

"Hmm, don't you know a boy who is specially used to make makeup for the dead? He can freely enter and leave the morgue right? I need your help to contact him, because I want to pretend to be dead! "

While mischievously winking at Xiao Yue, who did not know what was going on, Mo Jian Jian said shockingly. Xiao Yue was so flabbergasted that he could not even close his mouth.

"Wha, what, pretend to be dead?"

He did not know where Mo Jian Jian was going to cause trouble right now, but Xiao Yue's eyes were wide open, and his voice had become louder, attracting the attention of the surrounding colleagues.

"Shh, be quiet. This is a secret!" Xiao Yue, this matter cannot be explained in a few words. In short, I need your friend's help to get us to the morgue. I'm pretending to be dead, but you took my picture, it's that simple! Alright, if you want Yan Yu Er's exclusive right now, then help me! Get back to work, we'll start after work! "

Thinking about the nymph's request, Mo Jian Jian couldn't help but laugh.

He only said that he wanted to hand over that fake older sister, but he never said whether she was alive or dead!

He sat up straight and began his day's work. When it was time to get off work, Mo Jian Jian unhesitatingly dragged Xiao Yue away, quickly heading to the agreed hospital.

In order to make himself look more like a dead person, Mo Jian Jian ignored Xiao Yue's objections and allowed the makeup artist to paint a delicate picture of himself as a dead person. Then, he laid down on the corpse stand.

Xiao Yue endured the numbing scalp, and according to Mo Jian Jian's request, he began to madly beat away at it.

"Very good, Xiao Yue, thank you!"

Looking at the realistic picture on the phone, Mo Jian Jian hugged and hugged Xiao Yue happily.

"Satisfied? Satisfied, right? If you're satisfied, then hurry up and leave. I feel a chill down my spine!"

said snappily as she took out a wet tissue to wipe Mo Jian Jian's face. Sometimes, she really couldn't understand what her good friend was thinking.

Which normal person would pretend to be a dead person? Wasn't this the classic example of someone who had nothing to do after eating to their heart's content?

Helplessly rolling their eyes at the sky, the two quickly left the morgue. After thanking their male friend, they walked out of the hospital with large strides.

"Xiao Yue, just you wait, tomorrow we will smoothly turn righteous! "Let's go, let's celebrate early today. I'll treat you to western cuisine!"

While walking, he looked at his own photos and repeatedly confirmed that there were no flaws. Only then did Mo Jian Jian put away his phone, and grabbed Xiao Yue's shoulder, the bold declaration.

"Although I don't know why you are so confident, but I need to eat a big meal to comfort my wounded heart. "Come on, let's go to the one we always go to!"

Xiao Yue grabbed Mo Jian Jian's waist as they talked and laughed and left.

Mo Jian Jian, who was determined to win, was completely unaware that he was about to fall into the bottomless abyss.