I'm really immortal

Zhu Juntang has a correct self-understanding of herself. As a fairy, it is normal to have a high opinion of herself.

Liu Changan only knows stunts and magic.

"I don't have a chance?" Zhu Juntang stretched out his thin fingers and pointed proudly towards the dimly lit city, "Men all over the world want me to be their exclusive little fairy."

"Only mortals can have wild fantasies about fairies. Today I chose a new name for myself: the God of Death." Liu Changan said without raising his head, "The God of Death is not interested in fairies. He just wants to hold the hand of a beautiful girl and kill people." Like hemp.”

"I am also a beautiful girl." Zhu Juntang has never been modest about this kind of thing. She feels that modesty is a bad moral character. It is basically the same as lying and is a waste of everyone's efforts and saliva.

"Your appearance is just mediocre, far behind An Nuan and Qin Yanan, and not as good-looking as your mother. But you are more pleasing to the eye than your mother, and you are barely the same as Zhong Qing... That's not right, Zhong Qing. There is something pitiful, sad and pretending to be stubborn about you, mixed with the ability and self-discipline of a professional woman. To men, you are more attractive than you." Liu Changan pointed to the vase beside him, "Here, you and that It’s similar to growing a vase. I guess it’s expensive, but it’s of no use. Everyone is amazed and forgets it. No one really wants to pay a price to get it. Even if someone spends tens of millions to buy it, the idea behind it may be just money laundering.”

Zhu Juntang looked at Liu Changan in disbelief.

This is the first time someone has commented on her like this, but his metaphor seems to make some sense. Indeed, many people will look at her like a vase. Indeed, many people want to marry her. Of course, they are interested in the person behind her. Wealth, status and influence.

Although most of his comments were nonsense, some of them resonated with people after all. Zhu Juntang became angry and said, "You are talking nonsense! I am the best-looking one!"

Liu Changan nodded. What she thought was her business, and he would not support or object to it. What he thought was his business, and he did not need support or objection.

"Look carefully, look at me!" Zhu Juntang stretched out his hands to pull Liu Changan's face, asking him to raise his head and take a serious look at himself. This man is simply blind!

Liu Changan opened her hand and raised his head to look at Zhu Juntang.

Zhu Juntang retracted his hands and put them in front of him, and quickly restrained his fierce expression. Girls look best in a calm and gentle mood. For example, the Mona Lisa's smile that everyone is looking for is such an expression. Although Zhu Juntang didn't see what was so beautiful about Mona Lisa.

Liu Changan's eyes narrowed slightly and became a little narrow, and he looked at Zhu Juntang quietly. Zhu Juntang maintained his posture, his eyes moved in his eye sockets, and slowly stopped, meeting his eyes, which were dark and deep. , this man has a deep and stable temperament, especially the clear lines of eyebrows, eyes and lips. There is no common roughness or weakness, it is just right.

Zhu Juntang's cheeks were slightly red, and he quickly looked away, turning his head and scratching his neck, "How about it, am I particularly good-looking?"

Liu Changan still pointed at the vase. He was not blind, so did he need to look more? Looking around, I saw that there were no flowers growing on her face just now, so there was nothing better-looking.

Zhu Juntang yelled and rushed over angrily. She didn't know what she wanted to do, but she had to bite her anyway. Liu Changan stretched out his hand and pressed her face, pushing Zhu Juntang aside.

Zhu Juntang rolled around and got up. Liu Changan said, "I will throw you into the swimming pool later."

Zhu Juntang looked angrily at Liu Changan who had turned his head away and continued reading. He couldn't help but wonder, how can he deal with this guy?

"Actually, you don't need to care about my opinion. First, I can't possibly like you. Second, even if you are really good-looking, you are just a piece of shit in my eyes. Third, even if I think you are good-looking, what's the point? ?As you said, there are people all over the world who will treat you as a fairy. One more is not more, and one less is not enough." Liu Changan persuaded with great consideration and concern, "If you really want to prove yourself, go for plastic surgery. You look like An Nuan or Qin Yanan, I'm always embarrassed to say you're not good-looking."

"Liu Chang'an! You are so annoying, how could An Nuan like you?" Zhu Juntang was about to explode with anger. He pressed his chest involuntarily, and understood the meaning of Qin Yanan's always doing this, because it really felt too intense. The ups and downs of her body will break free from the constraints of underwear and buttons...even though she doesn't have the strength yet.

"Isn't this a very simple truth?" Liu Changan looked at Zhu Juntang in surprise, "You don't understand this? Because in front of the people I like, of course I am humorous, gentle and considerate, knowledgeable, considerate, and sweet. , do your best, be full of pampering, and be charming. Can I do the same to you?"

"goodbye."

Zhu Juntang could no longer bear Liu Changan, so he stood up and walked downstairs.

Liu Changan saw that it was still early, and some fruits would taste bad if left uneaten after being washed. He couldn't bear to waste them, so he finished the fruits while reading a book before leaving.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Juntang went somewhere, but Zhongqing was waiting downstairs, which fully demonstrated the extremely high professionalism of an assistant, even though all she needed to do was press the elevator button for Liu Changan and then send him downstairs. , just watched his back disappear and then turned back upstairs.

It was already late at night. Diagonally across from Baolong Center was Junsha's once most prosperous commercial street. At the street entrance stood a large statue of a revolutionary sage.

Some of the fences that blocked the road were removed at night. Liu Changan walked over easily and saw many electric motorcycle drivers soliciting customers. There was also a traditional bar street directly opposite the commercial street, although the bars had not completely stopped yet. time, but there were quite a lot of men and women walking out. After all, if you left too late, you might go to the hotel to take a shower or something before dawn, and you wouldn't have the energy to do anything pleasant.

Liu Changan looked up under the big statue. As usual, he sighed at the traces that fragile and small human beings can do their best to leave, and then went to hang out in front of the vendors at the pedestrian street.

Naturally, vendors with carts on pedestrian streets during the day are not allowed to shout for business at will. They will only come out with carts after ten o'clock. Some even occupy an area of ​​20 to 30 meters and put many tables and chairs to open late-night snack stalls. They can open for business. to four or five in the morning.

There were grilled mutton skewers with "halal" signs, grilled ribs, fruit boxes, and fried rice and noodles. The business was all good. Liu Changan ate grilled ribs, bought a fruit box, and ordered a meal. After eating the noodles together, we went home.

He remembered that he was also a businessman and would sell rice noodles tomorrow morning.

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Thank you to the book friends for the crowdfunding reward yesterday, and to many book friends for their generous support. Xia Hua was surprised and very touched, because Xia Hua's reputation and character are probably on the level of sewers, and there are still many book friends who will never leave. Not giving up makes Xia Hua ashamed.

Thank you to Duanmu Lanquan for becoming the leader, thank you to the poor people for becoming the leader of the alliance, and thank you to the book club for sponsoring the leader.