I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 98 The emotional anchor's father wants to be buried?Nine national wool
When Yan Jiu came out of the boutique carrying a medium-sized gift bag, her cell phone rang again.

She thought it was Chu Bian.

It turned out to be an unfamiliar number.

After connecting, Yan Jiu knew that the caller was the father of "Running After Fluorescent".The other party saw the contact information from the top of her account, and wanted to ask her to handle the funeral of "chasing the fluorescent light".

Yan Jiu readily accepted.

He went back to the funeral home with gifts.

Chu Mian, who was waiting for a gift and trying to show off to the whole family, didn't know that he was about to be pigeoned by his sister.

Go back to the attic.

The first thing Yan Jiu saw was not his father who was "running after the fluorescent light", but Li Xiaoli with red and swollen eyes.

Li Xiaoli's voice was choked with sobs: "Sister Jiujiu, my grandfather...he really left."

Yan Jiu pursed her lips.

Kong patted Li Xiaoli's shoulder.

Then he looked at the employees standing in a row.

Yan Jiu's eyes were sharp, as if to say, "So many of you make people cry."

She Liang was bewildered.

Huang Xiaoqiang looked dumbfounded.

Jiang Azi was the first to comprehend Yan Jiu's eyes: "Oh, Miss Li, drink some water before crying."

Li Xiaoli cried and replied, "Thank you."

Yan Jiu: "..." Is this how you got enlightened?

Forget it.

There are no people in the room.

She really couldn't force everyone to empathize.

As curator.

Naturally, you have to fight in person.

Yan Jiu calculated Old Master Liu, and said thoughtfully, "I've calculated your grandfather's situation, do you want to know?"

Seeing Yan Jiu suddenly serious, Li Xiaoli had just figured out that her grandfather was not doing well in the underworld.

just heard.

Yan Jiu said seriously: "Your grandpa is playing mahjong with my great-grandpa happily now, and won two."

Li Xiaoli's crying stopped abruptly, she didn't cry, and it didn't matter if she didn't cry.

So much so that when Liu Fei came.

Li Xiaoli remained silent.

Liu Fei pursed his lips and said, "Curator Yan, how much money is needed for my grandfather's funeral, I will transfer it to you."

Yan Jiu's eyes slid from Liu Fei's damaged black leather shoes to the washed blue shirt.

it is more than words.

Liu Fei puffed out his chest: "I can borrow it!"

Li Xiaoli silently stuffed a card into Liu Fei's hand: "Big cousin, grandpa asked me to give you this."

In order to protect Liu Fei's little face, she lied in front of everyone.

Before Mr. Liu passed away.

He really missed her, the big cousin who left Liu's family very early, but he didn't have time to leave a message, so that Liu Fei only had time to see her one last time when he arrived in a hurry.

Liu Fei took the card.

Within two seconds, it was stuffed back into Li Xiaoli's hands.

No matter who the owner of the card is.

He insisted on using his own money.

Li Xiaoli was in a hurry: "I'm not short of money. If you're out alone, you'll be around if you have money."

Liu Feizheng said awe-inspiringly: "With money, there are ways to live with money, and without money, there are ways to live without money."

Li Xiaoli wanted to say something else.

Yan Jiu didn't bother to stay and listen to the two of them arguing: "You two can go back and argue, listen to She Liang's introduction now, and finally choose a suitable day to bury the old man."

She Liang turned into a human form early.

In order to adapt to the current social environment, he deliberately wore a fashionable hairstyle of a sales consultant.

at this time.

She Liang shook off his white gloves at the right time, and after putting on both hands, he held up the brochure of funeral products under his armpit, making his debut as a funeral director.

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Shortly after.

The father who "chased the fluorescent light" came tremblingly. He was hunched over and had leukoplakia in his left eye. He was blind in one eye and looked like a simple and honest peasant uncle.

There was a piece of yellowish paper in his trousers pocket, and from the protruding corner, it looked like talisman paper or paper money.

He first asked with some embarrassment: "Is this a slow walk without sending the funeral home?"

Jiang Azi, who had been waiting for a long time, nodded and signaled people to enter the building: "Yes, old sir, I will take you to our curator."

Yan Jiu washed away the dust.

When I went downstairs, I saw an old man.

He said: "Wanying has a miserable life. She worked hard to earn so much money by staying up all night, but she didn't enjoy it."

Jiang Azi didn't know why, so he could only nod his head.

Wan Ying's father was still sighing: "I want her to leave in a decent way, and I can't let her be misunderstood by everyone."

The deeds of Xiaosan who "chased the fluorescent light" were exposed, but he was illiterate and couldn't see the nasty things netizens said.

As for why he knew about Yan Jiu, it was because of the reminders from his daughter's fans and the reminder from the village wife that he found out about Yan Jiu and came out of Zhushan.

Hear this.

Yan Jiu already knew what was going on.

It's nothing more than "running after the fluorescent light" only talked about her main job, but didn't tell her family about her side job.

Yan Jiu glanced over Wan Ying's father's pocket, and looked at the face of the person in front of him.

Counting the other party's fate, he has no wife, no children, and no daughters.

She did some calculations again, and finally figured out that the other party was involved in a child abduction case, and the visitor had something to hide, not just asking her to prepare for Wan Ying's funeral.

Yan Jiu resisted not saying anything, and only asked, "How does the old man want to bury the dead?"

Wan Ying's father was stunned: "Is the burial on our side okay? Do you know the cave? Can you go back to Zhushan with me to see the cave?"

Yan Jiu, who was about to go to the "den of thieves" to find out, frowned and shook her head pretending to be deep.

Yan Jiu said: "The country does not allow burials."

Wan Ying's father hurriedly said: "Ah? But we are all buried in the ground, and everyone agrees!"

Yan Jiu pretended to be surprised, and then thoughtfully said: "Since it is a common phenomenon among the elderly, it is easy to say, after all, the country is also considerate, and some areas that do not have the conditions for cremation will support burial."

She looked at Huang Xiaoqiang.

Something that signals a person to prepare for departure.

Then go back to the room.

Called Lang Zongyi.

at the same time.

In a mountain villa.

Lang Zongyi was wearing home clothes. Although he hadn't come down from the training ground, he was as hot as a smoldering coal. His clothes were soaked in sweat, outlining his plump chest muscles.

Apparently going through an ordeal.

Under the rolled up sleeves.

There was a healing needle hole in his left arm, and the empty needle tube fell randomly on the carpet.

The curly hair was slightly wet from the pain and sweat, and a pair of black and furry ears could be clearly seen.

The pointed animal ears are extremely abrupt on the human body, but they are not incompatible with him.

As if he was born this way.

Lang Zong closed his eyes, he leaned against the corner with one leg bent, time seemed to have stopped breathing.

When the phone rings.

The tip of the ear trembled slightly sensitively.

Lang Zongyi, who was waiting for the demonization to stop, opened his eyes suddenly, his blue pupils had a fierce light like a beast, and his vigilance slowly dropped to the critical point when he saw the source of the sound.

The steady footprints stretched from the carpet to the other end, and finally stopped beside the ringing mobile phone.

Lang Zongyi looked condescendingly at the note on the call, trying to think about who the "sponsor" was.

When the bell rings and is about to hang up automatically.

Lang Zongyi pressed the dial button.

He rubbed his eyebrows wearily.

Hoarseness.

"Hey."

Yan Jiu: "..." Listen to this thought-provoking voice.

Did she call at the wrong time?
Yan Jiu coughed, "Excuse me."

Lang Zongyi's voice was full of laziness: "Curator Yan, what's the matter?"

Unspoken.

It's okay to hang up.

Yan Jiu said bluntly: "That's it. If I accidentally destroy a certain criminal group, such as catching a suspect who has not been brought to justice, is there any reward for me?"

Lang Zongyi pondered for a moment.

He thought about Yan Jiu's words with a not so clear mind, and finally came to the conclusion that Yan Jiu wanted to grab the country's wool.

Lang Zong nodded and said, "You are short of money."

Yan Jiu sighed: "There is no shortage, there is no shortage, why do I have a large number of employees waiting to be fed."

Lang Zongyi pursed his lips and remained silent.

I don't know which word Yan Jiu poked Lang Zongyi's nerves, Lang Zongyi twitched his ears, and fell silent.

(End of this chapter)