I Became an Anonymous Boss

"I think so too, so I don't accept sleeping together." Yan Qixia said softly, "At least not in the first few years."

"Do you want to monopolize that joystick!" Duan Mujin said with a stiff expression, "Again, how could you understand so well? You're a virgin, but you have so much theoretical experience?"

"Aren't people with rich theoretical experience who have no experience?" Yan Qixia asked back: "Who have you met who has rich practical experience and needs the support of theory? Instead of studying hard, it's better to get started directly."

... makes sense.

Duan Mujin's knee hurts a bit: "But where did you learn this?"

"What do you think?" Yan Qixia said: "You all have rich images, but you hide your research in this area and refuse to make it public. It's different here. This kind of thing is not only fun, but also a way of cultivation. There are both weekend exercises, and the postures are ever-changing. There are more than eighteen kinds of martial arts? Besides, learning these knowledge is the basic homework before getting married, and you have to think about it in a deeper level..."

She recalled the original story. Before the incident in Solitary City, she had always regarded herself as a maid. Naturally, she had thought a lot about this aspect, studied a lot, and studied a lot. The rich theoretical knowledge is the source Since these days, it's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to practice it in the end.

She hooked her fingers: "You want to learn? Call me sister, I'll teach you."

Duan Mujin sighed softly: "You are very coquettish, you can't do it privately."

"Assignment and acceptance."

"Can you be a little more reserved?" Duan Mujin touched his face: "I even told you that I blushed."

"It's normal for a girl to communicate with a pornographic accent in private, but a woman is not a human being? By the way, I almost forgot that you have always been the lone star of the gods, and you never had a chance to talk about these things with your good girlfriends." Yan Qixia stretched out. A lazy waist: "But I'm already dead, and if I talk about being reserved, it's nothing more than deceiving myself and others. I might as well explain it plainly, even if I can't say it to others, it might not mean I can't say it to you."

"You don't treat me like an outsider?"

"Well, I treat you like a daughter."

"Okay, if someone calls me 'you're dead' in the future, I won't fight back." Duan Mujin turned her attack.

She was strong for a second, then changed her expression, and said with a half-smile, "Looking at your energetic appearance, it doesn't look like you're dead."

Yan Qixia paused, then said softly: "Maybe it's because... I still have unfulfilled wishes."

She pressed her heart lightly, saying these things didn't make any sense, but she still talked about Huangqiang.

It's not just to tease Duan Mujin, but more to express a wish that can no longer be fulfilled.

"Are you sorry?"

"Some..." Yan Qixia withdrew her gaze: "For the sake of revenge, she gave up all her future as a woman, how could she not regret it? But regret is just regret, it doesn't mean regret."

"If you really had no regrets, you wouldn't be here."

"That's right, the thing I regret the most is probably not being able to sleep with Young Master in the end, otherwise he will be a widow for me..." Yan Qixia laughed jokingly.

Duan Mujin was speechless.

"So, don't learn from me." Yan Qixia said: "When you should be decisive, you should be decisive. Otherwise, if you are snatched away or miss the opportunity, you will regret it."

"Have you finished your last words?" Duan Mujin said blankly, "You hang up."

"No, I'm stuck here." Yan Qixia said, "Because you are the only way for me to realize my regret..."

"What do you mean?"

"I will help you as the spirit behind the scenes. If you can't do it, then we will directly replace people. I will take the lead or substitute in the midfield. I, who came from the previous life, will teach you all kinds of useful postures and how to use them. A man knows how to do it well." Yan Qixia smiled proudly: "I'm a professional..."

Duan Muqin couldn't listen anymore: "You will be an unwanted spinster until your death, why are you pretending to be coquettish and lowly?"

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"Just chatting like this is quite boring..." Yan Qixia waited for Duan Mujin to calm down and said, "Why don't you go out and have a look?"

"Yes, yes... what are you thinking?"

"Look at my funeral." Yan Qixia smiled and said, "What are you worried about?"

"I'm worried that you will take me away."

"You know I can't, and I'm not capable." Yan Qixia poked the mirror: "You are worried, how will you explain when you see him after you go out?"

Duan Mujin crossed her arms and said, "How should I explain the fact that you became my substitute?"

"It's the spirit behind it, not a substitute."

"Don't you know that the full English name of a stand-in is 'stand by me'? It means standing by your side, which is the same as being behind your back." Duan Muqin rubbed his eyebrows: "What did I say again...it doesn't matter at all .”

"Young master should be happy."

"When Yuzu Yujin jumped out of the box to say that he was not dead, did you see his teammates were happy?" Duan Mujin squinted his eyes: "I don't know if he is happy or not, but you will definitely be scolded, and I will I want to be scolded with you."

"I have a solution." Yan Qixia had a flash of inspiration: "Most men have no resistance to things that are soft, white and big."

"so what?"

"If he's going to get angry, I'll hug him, cover him with my chest, and wash his face..." Yan Qixia said her idea, then she looked at Duan Mujin in the mirror, and interrupted the conversation.

There was a weird and awkward silence for a while.

"...Apologize." Duan Mujin said indifferently.

"I'm sorry." Yan Qixia bowed and saluted: "I shouldn't judge others by myself."

"Also remember to apologize to the young master." Duan Muqin turned around calmly: "Don't try to rely on cleverness to get things done."

"Mmm..." Yan Qixia nodded, "I see."

Duan Mujin reached out to push the mirror, and the mirror in the sea of ​​consciousness reversed and switched.

Light and dark alternated, and the next moment, the two of them exchanged inside and outside the mirror.

"Part of the control is temporarily handed over to you." Duan Mujin said, "But I will keep an eye on you, don't use my body to do nonsense."

Yan Qixia closed her eyes, her consciousness rose, she surfaced, and once again saw the scene of the real world.

Although it was a ray of soul, she didn't feel any discomfort in this body, but the weakness of this body was very strong.

After all, Duan Mujin is a sick person, far less healthy than Yan Qixia, let alone the physique of a warrior.

There was the sound of someone calling.

Tao Hong shook her shoulder: "Miss Duanmu, Miss Duanmu, what's wrong with you, you've been in a daze for so long?"

Yan Qixia looked back and saw the familiar maid, she couldn't help showing a little smile: "Have I been in a daze for a long time?"

"Well, it's almost half the time for incense sticks."

"A half stick of incense?" Yan Qixia said, and at the same time Duan Mujin's inner voice came—the speed of soul communication is faster, but not much faster.

Duan Mujin seemed to be a little regretful. She may have longed for mysterious power for a long time, and it was a novelty to have this experience.

"What's wrong with you, did you catch the cold? It's better to rest for a while, I'll take care of the mourning hall..." Tao Hong worried: "If you also fell ill, the young master will be even more sad."

"What about you?" Yan Qixia looked at the girl who was called a maid but was as close as a sister: "Are you sad?" She stretched out her hand and touched her eye sockets: "The eyes are red and swollen, so it's not beautiful what."

This sudden action made Tao Hong's expression stiff, she didn't resist, but subconsciously felt that this action was very familiar.

"Miss?" Taohong said subconsciously.

"Well, it's me." Yan Qixia agreed, "I'm here."

"Miss..." Taohong couldn't believe it was true, after a moment of stupor, large tears rolled down her face.

"Oh, why are you crying again, like a little cat." Yan Qixia subconsciously searched for her handkerchief, but Duan Mujin didn't have the habit of wearing a handkerchief. She glanced at her dead body and touched the clothes pocket of the dead body , took out a handkerchief, and wiped Taohong's small face gently: "Don't rub your eye sockets, or it will be red and swollen the next day."

"Mmm, miss..." Tao Hong burst into tears, threw herself into the arms of the rich woman, and hugged her waist: "I thought you were dead."

"Fool." Yan Qixia stroked her head: "What do you mean by thinking, I am already dead."

Xiao Taohong paused when she heard the words, raised her eyes, and stared at Yan Qixia with aggrieved eyes, she was at a loss for words for a while and didn't know what to say.

"To tell the truth, you should be happy that your young lady is brave enough to die. Why are you crying? Shouldn't you be celebrating my revenge?" Yan Qixia pinched Tao Hong's nose: "Cry again, don't you?" Let you fill in the room for the son."

"Hmm..." Taohong now really believed that this was Miss. Duan Mujin couldn't say such a thing, but she still felt a little weird, after all, she looked and sounded like Duan Mujin, but inside she was Miss.

She was a little strange: "Then, where is Miss Duanmu? Why is Miss Duanmu in Miss Duanmu's body?"

She shivered, thinking wildly, "...you won't..."

"Don't make random guesses." This time it was Duan Mujin who spoke, and she said with a look of garbage: "I just allow her to rent together temporarily."

"Probably that's the case, one body with two souls or something." Yan Qixia took over the topic: "My soul resides in her body, and it's kept in place through a special method. It's better than being a lonely ghost." She said She hugged Xiao Taohong's head and buried it on her chest: "So, be happy, the lady is still alive, although the other lady is already completely cold."

"Of course I'm happy." Tao Hong's mood improved a lot, and after a while, she said again: "Miss..."

"Ok?"

"Can you let go?"

"Why, don't you want to give Miss a hug? You girl used to be so spoiled."

"It's not that I don't want to, but that my bones hurt and my face hurts..."

Duan Mujin let go with a dark face, she turned around, stretched out her hand and slapped Yan Qixia hard on the chest: "Isn't it amazing to grow fat!"

The snap was loud.

Yan Qixia clutched her sore hands: "What are you doing, what are you fussing about with the dead..."

"Of course it's time to worry about the dead." A figure walked outside the mourning hall of Yanyun Mansion.Black silk shawl, black like lotus.

Tao Hong stood up and said, "My lord saint."

Beiming Qingqiu carried the wine gourd to the door, first glanced at the coffin in the center of the mourning hall, at the icy and misty Yan Qixia, and then made a slight self-mockery: "If you don't care about the dead, then she is really dead Is it?"

The Sacred Fire Cult demon girl raised her head and took a sip of wine, her movements were wild, but there was sadness hidden in her eyes: "I thought that everyone would die, only you wouldn't, I didn't expect you to be the stupidest one... about this matter, I I have to laugh at you for the rest of my life."

Laugh at you for the rest of your life, and remember you for the rest of your life.

Duan Mujin said in surprise: She really cares about you, unexpectedly, you have a good relationship.

Yan Qixia said silently: "Business partners have contacts with each other, so she must have very few friends."

Duan Mujin said: It's better than a deserted funeral, where there isn't a single mourner.

Yan Qixia smiled: She may not have come to express her condolences...

"What do you want to laugh at her?" Yan Qixia asked.

"A woman with big breasts and no brains can be laughed at in any way." Beiming Qingqiu took a few steps closer and said, "Even dead looks so pretty."

"Oh? So you think she's pretty too."

"I have to admit, in appearance, she is slightly better than me." Beiming Qingqiu said in a low voice: "Women are jealous, and I am no exception."

"That's not a mockery."