After being forced to go on a blind date, the boss always wants to blow my vest

Chapter 26 I Never Curse People

"If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?"

Lu Fan took the lead later.

Thinking of a possibility, she asked again, "Are you afraid of me?"

"Heh...heh, I'm afraid of you? You're too self-righteous..."

Ye Chicheng laughed dryly twice, and got up out of habit to scold her back.

Suddenly remembered something, sat back quickly and continued to cover his forehead, and then continued, "Yes, I heard that you are very powerful. Not only can you judge life and death, but you also know Fengshui. Many famous Fengshui masters also I worship you as my teacher, but don't you feel creepy like this?"

creepy...

This is not the first time someone has said that about her.

The master said that when she was four years old, a woman took her newborn baby up the mountain to pray for blessings. The young girl lay beside the stroller and said abruptly, "He will die tomorrow."

As a result, the woman gave her a hard look, and went down the mountain without even giving her money for the sesame oil.

The next day, the woman brought the dead baby to the master to reason, saying that she cursed the baby to death.

Since then, the number of people going to Linghe Temple to offer incense has gradually decreased.

Everyone around said how she was so vicious at such a young age, and her gloomy appearance was also very creepy...

Master also warned her that a kind reminder does not mean being outspoken. Be cautious in words and deeds in all things is the foundation of behavior and dealing with things, otherwise it will backfire, and things will backfire.

Thinking of this, she stood up, bowed down respectfully and sincerely to apologize.

"sorry."

While Ye Chicheng was shocked, he stretched out his hand to decline, "No, I can't bear it."

Lu Fan stood where he was, and said after careful consideration: "Although I took Auntie Ye's favor to keep you safe, I have a different opinion from her."

Ye Chicheng couldn't help looking at her, "What do you mean?"

"I support you in finding another new love, no matter male or female, as long as their horoscope matches yours, you can get married before December."

After a pause, Lu Fan added, "But that Bai Miaomiao really can't do it. Your faces, hexagrams, and horoscopes don't match, and you will have to separate sooner or later."

"Are you serious?"

Seeing her nodding sincerely, Ye Chicheng unconsciously relaxed his vigilance on his forehead.

He thought she was saying that they were incompatible with each other just to please his mother.

"Now that our misunderstanding has been resolved, can you..."

pat-

Just as Ye Chicheng was about to propose cooperation, he choked when he saw a piece of bloody "paper" falling from her loose pajamas.

Lu Fan lifted his shoulders, only to realize that the toilet paper covering the wound was gone.

Looking down, the blood-stained toilet paper was lying at her feet at the moment. The shape and picture were a little hard to describe...

Looking at Ye Chicheng's reaction again, he was really wrong.

"Wait, I'll go."

Without saying a word, Ye Chicheng turned around and rushed out of the gate.

He had just left on the front foot, when Uncle Fore brought someone to deliver dinner on the back foot.

Uncle Fu ordered someone to bring in the dishes. He turned around and saw that Lu Fan was treating the festering and bleeding wound, so he stepped forward to help.

After a while, Ye Chicheng came back, and took out a box of "Aunt's Towel" from his wet clothes, and handed it to her, "I borrowed it from the maid at home, use it first..."

The rest of the words were buried in Lu Fan's rolled up sleeves, in that bright red wound...

Lu Fan: "..."

Uncle Fu understood what he saw instantly, so he changed the subject and said, "Miss Lu, Madam asked you to stay here tonight, and we have to talk about the engagement banquet tomorrow."

Seeing that Lu Fan was silent, he continued, "The dishes on the table are made by the new chef. You can eat them tonight. If you like them, I will take him to the Shengyang dormitory to take care of your meals tomorrow." .”

"This……"

Lu Fan hesitated for a moment, thinking about how to refuse.

Ye Chicheng came over suddenly, took the medical gauze from Forbe's hand, and bandaged her wound himself.

"Uncle Fu, go and tell my mother, Master Lu, she is not used to being served by others, so I will help her make other arrangements for school meals, and I don't need her to bother."

After finishing speaking, he did not forget to raise his eyebrows at Lu Fan.

Lu Fan nodded dully, "Yes."

Seeing this, Uncle Fu smiled: "Okay, then I won't bother you, I wish you a pleasant meal."

After Uncle Fu left, Ye Chicheng immediately claimed the credit, "How about Master Lu, how should you thank me?"

"Benefactor Ye suddenly became attentive, did you want me to thank you?"

Lu Fan withdrew his hand that had just wrapped the wound, and asked indifferently.

The corner of Ye Chicheng's lips raised slightly, "To be precise, I want to cooperate with you to achieve a win-win situation."

Lu Fan ignored him, but walked towards the table full of food, and picked up the chopsticks to eat.

After being hungry all day, she couldn't hold anything else in her heart except food.

Ye Chicheng followed, and continued what he hadn't said before, "I've thought about it, and I'll start looking for a partner seriously from tomorrow, but before I find one, I hope you can continue to cooperate with me in playing the role of fiancee well. "

Fearing that Lu Fan might misunderstand something, he immediately explained, "My mother is in poor health, so I don't want her to know about our relationship until I find a suitable partner."

Lu Van Gogh's swaying cheeks suddenly stopped, and his glazed pupils glanced at him, "What's the matter?"

"It's just... a simple cooperative relationship."

Ye Chicheng felt that his explanation was a bit unnecessary.

But the strange thing is that he will always be led by the nose by the girl in front of him who is everything.

"Tomorrow I will draw up a specific paid contract for you. During the cooperation period, we can not interfere with each other, but in public, we must cooperate well. The contract period ends on the day I find my new fiancée."

"Paid?"

Lu Fan caught the key word.

"Yes, after the contract takes effect, I will give you 50 yuan as a deposit. On the day the cooperation is completed, I will pay you the other half of the remuneration, but..."

"Then add a few things. First, you can't call me master during the cooperation period, and you can't disclose my affairs at Linghe Temple to the outside world. Second, if there are no special circumstances during the cooperation period, you have to go to the hospital to visit Master for me every day. Three, during the cooperation period, you must trust me without reason or condition."

As she spoke, she put down her chopsticks and turned to him, "The above regulations will be added to the contract, and I will sign it."

Ye Chicheng: "..."

After hearing this, I still don't know whose Overlord contract it is.

Before he had time to express his dissatisfaction, Lu Fan had an extra bank card in his hand at some point, "50 deposit will be put into this card, thank you."

"Ha ha……"

Ye Chicheng curled his lips and laughed dryly, and the 1.9-meter-tall man sat slumped on the ground, "I've lived for more than 26 years, and this is the first time I've seen someone like you."

"what kind of person."

"..."

Aware of a sense of crisis, he silently swallowed the "mercenary for profit" back into his stomach.

The conversation changed, "People who are humiliated and don't fight back, people who are ridiculed but have nothing to do with themselves, people who don't cry out even when they are injured and bleeding, and people who curse people to death every time they meet..."

"I never curse people."

She does not deny the previous one, but she needs to clarify the last sentence.

After clarifying, she wiped her mouth and got up.

She suddenly turned her head to look at his forehead, and said indifferently: "There are only two months and three days left before your death."

Ye Chicheng: "..."

(End of this chapter)