Hey, that big guy, I've teased

Chapter 135 I Don't Know How Much I Burned Out
The business office in the park was particularly deserted. Sheng Ying went over to tell the staff what he wanted to do, and the man immediately frowned.

"Even if you buy it for a friend, you have to show the purchaser's death certificate or cremation certificate, as well as related procedures."

"Uh... she's not dead yet, but she's coming soon!" Sheng Ying said as she took out a plastic bag of cash from her backpack and handed it over, "I'm sorry for your trouble, comrade, it's not easy for me to come here."

The staff thought for a while and asked, "Does she have an ID card? Or a valid ID card."

"Is it okay to use mine temporarily? I'll change it back when she's buried. Do you think it's okay, please?"

"This... okay, just don't resell." The staff hesitated for a long time, then took the ID card handed over by Sheng Ying and started to register.

Sheng Ying looked happy, and quickly waved to Ling Chengzhi: "Yezi, come and help me choose the cemetery and urn!"

Ling Chengzhi couldn't say a word, his heart was so blocked that he panicked.

Sheng Ying pulled him past and walked towards the displayed urn, choosing the style and size, she looked at it very carefully.

"Yezi, do you think it's okay here? Can you see the Ling Group here?" she asked.

Ling Chengzhi had a lump in his throat: It turned out that she was looking for such a high place because she wanted to see him, and she was stubborn and didn't like him.

"Aying, you—"

He trembled as soon as he opened his mouth, coughed a few times to cover up, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not feeling well, I'm going to the bathroom."

Sheng Ying immediately rolled her eyes: "The lazy donkey has a lot of shit and urine, go quickly, I'll watch it alone."

She didn't notice it, and looked at it seriously again.

Ling Chengzhi hurried to the bathroom, closed the door, and burst into tears against the wall, really crying like sobbing.

My heart is like a knife, but I can't reveal half of it.

Because of this identity, he was able to walk into the unknown side of Shengying.

After this overwhelming grief passed, Ling Chengzhi took off his helmet and went to the washbasin, staring blankly at himself in the mirror.

He is not yet 26 years old, his appearance and talent should be the ceiling of the business world, an existence beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But at this time, he wanted to trade all of this for Sheng Ying's lifespan.

After a long time, Ling Chengzhi splashed cold water on his face, found a cubicle to hide in, and the phone sent a message to Chen Yu.

[Do you have a friend who can make a mask, the kind that can't tell if it's real or fake. 】

【Mister is talking about...a human skin mask? 】

【Um! 】

[Yes, but the workmanship is too complicated. 】

[Add money, I want it today and tomorrow. 】

[Okay, then let me ask, by the way, what kind of facial features do you want? 】

[It’s fine to be different from me, but don’t be too ugly. 】

After ordering the mask, Ling Chengzhi put on the helmet again and returned to the business office, clutching his stomach and pretending to have diarrhea.

Sheng Ying gave him a hard look: "Why do you always lose the chain at critical moments? What use do I need you for? I can't help you at all."

Ling Chengzhi said embarrassingly: "Have you already chosen?"

"Nonsense!" Sheng Ying glared at him again, "I chose the place where we stood last time, and it's quite cheap."

As she spoke, she stuffed a stack of documents into her backpack, and stared at the sample urns in the display cabinet for a long while.

She is such a big person, and she doesn't know how much she burned.

Leave him alone, death is like a lamp going out, and the moment you die, you don't know anything.

"Come on, go home!"

Ling Chengzhi followed her out and asked, "Would you like to visit that place again? I can go with you."

Sheng Ying paused, turned to look at Ling Chengzhi, hesitant to speak.

"What's the matter?" Ling Chengzhi asked.

"Yezi, do you know many people?"

"A lot, why?"

"I want to rent a one-bedroom house. Do you have any listings over there? But don't worry, just give me news within a month."

So she is going to move out and wait quietly to die alone?

The sadness that Ling Chengzhi had just suppressed surged up again, he pondered for a long time before nodding: "Yes, I will give you news tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)