Funeral anchor: I have a building in Shanghai

Chapter 160 That's Her Paradise Lost

Seesaw principle?
The highest point on one side and the lowest point on the other?

In other words, the death probabilities of Qin Xiaole and Xu Yan are opposite! !

When Qin Xiaole's death index reached 100%, Xu Yan's death index was only 0%.

in turn.

If Qin Xiaole's death index was 0%, Xu Yan's death index would be as high as 100%.

That's what happened.

Then why are the two of them in this situation?

If it is a couple, the death index should not be the same.

Live and die together.

There's something tricky.

Liu Li checked the message from the system again, "A white horse is not a horse?"

"A white horse is not a horse is a famous paradox." Xiao Jiu said again, "Boss, why did you suddenly mention this?"

Liu Li naturally knew that a white horse is not a horse is a paradox, but she didn't know what the system meant.

A white horse is not a horse?

Not a horse?
Is it...

Liu Li's eyes froze, and she called Xiao Yun'er, "Yun'er, go to the hospital where Qin Xiaole was hospitalized to investigate. The main thing is to check her attending doctor, who is also her husband. I suspect that Qin Xiaole's cancer may be a problem."

"Okay, I'll go now." Xiao Yun'er packed up and prepared to go out.

There are still many people waiting at the front door, all waiting for Liu Li to appear and unfollow Qin Xiaole.

Fortunately, there is still a back door at home, which saves a lot of trouble.

Xiao Yun'er went out from the back, Xiao Jiu slightly opened a small corner of the curtain, poked her head around, "Boss, if they keep blocking, what will happen to our business?"

Liu Li wanted to find out what was going on between Qin Xiaole and Xu Yan, so it was naturally impossible to unfollow her.

Not only will she not cancel her attention to Qin Xiaole, but she will even pay attention to Xu Yan backhandedly.

As for the people outside, if you like to guard it, you can guard it, anyway, they have nothing to do.

The customers haven't come yet.

Netizens didn't expect Liuli Funeral to unfollow Qin Xiaole, but seeing that she also followed Dr. Xu, everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

Originally, they could politely plead for mercy, but now they are blessing with all kinds of hostility.

"What is it, you are shameless, right?"

"Liuli Funeral, get out of Douyin, everyone, please cancel her, don't give her heat."

"This is simply eating human blood and resisting Liuli's funeral."

"Resist glass funeral +1"

"Support Qin Xiaole and Dr. Xu."

"Is there any brother at the entrance of Liuli Funeral Shop, wait for me, and go and smash her shop together."

The moment someone approached, the doll came out from inside and closed the door with his backhand, as if he was the only one who could not open it.

Really bluffed those people.

Without even thinking about it, Liu Li took out her mobile phone and called the police.

While waiting for the police, Liu Li sat on the sofa, his whole being in a state of emptiness.

Xiao Jiu and Ling Nai thought that Liu Li was worrying about Qin Xiaole, Xu Yan, and the group of people outside, so they didn't bother.

In fact, Liu Li was turning on the system, and he didn't know how Mr. Zhang died.

Before, it was clear that Mr. Zhang's customer index was still at 89%, so he died too fast.

As soon as Liu Li clicked on the classic replay, the big screen in front of him instantly went black, and the full theater viewing experience came.

In the evening, at Teacher Zhang's home.

Their house is still very quaint, and you can see all kinds of literary books everywhere. It can be said that the literary atmosphere is very strong.

In the study, next to the huge bookshelf, Teacher Zhang is giving a lecture to a female student.

This female student was looking for him in the office she had gone to before, and said that her dream was to be a girl who wrote a book.

The girl reads the book, her eyes are bright, she has infinite yearning for the future, and infinite desire for literature.

Teacher Zhang brought a cup of tea to the girl and stood behind the girl.

The girl looked away from the book, turned to look at Teacher Zhang, with a smile on her face, "Mr. Zhang, can you really submit what I wrote to the liberal arts school for me?"

"Of course." Teacher Zhang put his hand on the girl's shoulder.

The girl felt that something was wrong, but she didn't take it too seriously, after all, the other party was a professor at the school, a good teacher respected by everyone.

The girl couldn't help being excited when she thought about her book, "Ms. Zhang, do you really think my book is okay? I've been thinking about it for a long time, and the background is..."

"Of course I can see it." Teacher Zhang interrupted her, "However, there are still some problems."

"What's the problem? Teacher Zhang." The girl asked.

Teacher Zhang put both hands on the girl's shoulders, "The text is still too tender, I need to polish it up for you."

"But..." Teacher Zhang changed the subject, "I've been busy recently, maybe I don't have time, and the deadline for the Faculty of Arts is coming soon..."

The girl was a little anxious, "Then teacher, what do you need me to do to help you, just ask, this opportunity is very important to me."

"I'm sure you can help me if you're busy, it depends on whether you want it or not." After speaking, Teacher Zhang let go of the hand that was originally on the girl's shoulder, and directly opened his arms to hug the girl.

The girl was taken aback, and when she wanted to understand what Teacher Zhang was going to do, she began to struggle.

"Mr. Zhang, what are you going to do? I don't want the one from the Faculty of Arts. It's late now, and I want to go back."

How could Teacher Zhang let go of the meat already in his mouth and let the girl struggle, but she didn't let go, "That's your dream, it's so rare, so don't give up easily."

The girl did not expect that Mr. Zhang, who looked not young, was so strong. She was just a little girl who didn't like to exercise at ordinary times. She always sat and read, so she had no strength at all.

door.

She looked towards the door, and at some point, the door of the study was closed.

correct.

Mistress!

When she first came, the mistress was at home, "Mr. Zhang, the mistress is outside, please don't do this."

She tried her best and yelled when she spoke, but Teacher Zhang didn't seem to care, "Your teacher's wife has already gone out. She goes out to dance in the square every day. It lasts for an hour and a half. She won't disturb us."

"And the sound insulation here is very good. If you like to shout, you can make it louder."

despair.

It came like a tide.

Destroyed the original light in the girl's eyes.

Teacher Zhang's laughter and the girl's crying sounded very ironic under the screen mosaic of love and peace.

If the old man hadn't died, Liu Li would have liked to catch him from the screen.

Look at her tantrum.

After less than half an hour, the screen resumed again.

The girl sat on the ground clutching the hem of her dress tightly, her face as pale as paper.

Teacher Zhang had a happy face, "I will help you to correct your book, and then submit it. Today's matter, but you love me."

As he spoke, Teacher Zhang bent down and patted the girl on the shoulder lightly.

(End of this chapter)