Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Yi Qingju crawled out of the orange pack and looked at the white Hello Kitty plaster statue in front of him. He asked, "Weren't you going out to buy a gift for Qi Weiran?"

Qi Weiran smiled mysteriously, "You'll know in a while."

Looking at the girl sitting with her back to him on the bench, the boss with the same mask as her was staring at her quietly.

There was a sudden noise from the tricycle outside the shed. Yi Qingju looked back.

The boss immediately stood up, "It should be the goods blown down by the wind. Let me go take a look."

Lifting the cloth covering the tricycle, as soon as he lowered his head, he met the eyes full of horror and begging inside.

A slightly fat man was curled up inside, his whole body tied up in five flowers, and tape was still wrapped around his mouth.

"Behave yourself. If she finds out, I won't just smash your shop, I'll kill you too."

"Understand?" His voice was extremely low and vicious.

The man nodded desperately to show that he understood.

When it was almost dark, Yi Qingju, who had finally finished, raised her sore neck. She felt hungry.

She had called the driver to pick up dumplings after school earlier, so Yi Qingju did not pay attention to the time.

"Boss, add five more dollars. I want to spray gloss."

But she couldn't go home too late either. Let it dry quickly.

When leaving, Yi Qingju realized that this boss was unexpectedly generous. He even gave her a bubble box to hold the doll.

"Thank you, boss. I'll come again next time."

Watching her leave, then looking at the plaster doll in the bubble box that he had tampered with, the man's mouth turned evil behind the mask.

What kind of relationship does she have with the male protagonist? Kill all those people, and when he catches the male protagonist, this world will still be whatever he wants to play with.

...

On the other side, Feng Yisheng, who had a nice sleep at the beauty salon, opened his eyes.

"Sir, you're awake?" The technician walked in with a very enthusiastic smile.

Feng Tianyi nodded, "The massage is over?"

The technician nodded, "Yes, the laser hair removal is done too."

He was stunned, as if he suddenly couldn't understand Chinese.

Seeing him suddenly silent, the technician called again, "Sir? What's wrong?"

Feng Tianyi lowered his head and lifted the thin blanket to look at his legs.

I saw that his long legs, which were full of masculinity, were now smooth all over, and not a single hair could be seen.

He also touched his equally smooth groin, and finally looked at the area between his legs in horror—

"Ah!!!!"

After Feng Yisheng tidied up his desperate mood, he walked out with a face as black as a pot. The receptionist looked at him with an unchanged smile, "Sir, credit card or cash? This is the bill."

He didn't even glance at the bill, just put his card on it.

"Hmm." He seemed to perfunctorily respond.

But in his heart, he was secretly thinking about it.

Speaking of which, the birthday gifts Yi Qingju had prepared for him in the past two years were all thrown into the warehouse without even looking at them along with everyone else's.

When he returned home later, he would let someone look for them.

Before he even got home, Qi Weiran suddenly received a phone call.

The caller ID name was—

'Twenty Dollars and Thirty-Five Cents'

"Speak." He put the phone to his ear.

"Old Qi--"

Then he pulled it away again.

After the wail ended, he continued to listen: "What? Your family went bankrupt?"

Then he added another sentence: "I have no money."

Wan Sui across from him: "......."

A joke, Qi Weiran, who controls the lifeline of the global economy, says he has no money.

Feng Yisheng: ".....You two can pinch to death."

Qi Weiran noticed the keyword.

"Did you see Yi Qingju?"

When Feng Yisheng heard this name, his teeth hurt.

"Yi Qingju, the hatred of hair removal cannot coexist!"

Qi Weiran was silent for a moment: "Is your mental state okay?"

The other gritted his teeth and said, "Thanks to you, I'm just one Yi Qingju away from sanity and madness!"

He nodded, "Then you've gone mad."

Then he hung up the phone.

Qi Weiran looked at Wan Sui across from him: "Check who Feng Yisheng met and what he did today."

Wan Sui smiled, "Okay." More overtime.

Before closing his eyes, Qi Weiran added another sentence: "You've performed well these days, raise your salary."

Wan Sui pushed his glasses very professionally and asked, "Just investigate Feng?"

Qi Weiran thought about it, then nodded.

It wasn't that he trusted Yi Qingju so much, he just knew that after developing a basic good impression of someone, while giving them personal space, he should also respect her.

Hmm, as expected of me. In this trend where people either swap kidneys, gouge eyes out, or go to the crematorium, I can be said to be a breath of fresh air in the CEO circle.

Remember this principle and pass it on to Qi Xi when he grows up in the future.