Chapter 13

Just when Yu Zhenghong and Yu Xueqing, father and daughter, were studying the door lock with a face full of confusion.

An Sheng had already bitten the bottle of Maotai, wandered to Lin Ying's house, and a thief-like cheap smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Regarding Aqing and her superstitious father, An Sheng didn't want to make Aqing feel difficult in the middle.

For this sudden incident, An Sheng actually had a solution in his heart.

It's just that it needs to trouble Lin Ying.

In his past life, An Sheng often traveled between Jiule City and Nancheng, because Jiule City here is one of the Tieguanyin production areas.

The whole Xia-East region produces four major categories of green tea, white tea, black tea, and flower tea.

The planting history of green tea can even be traced back to the Song Dynasty and became a famous tribute tea.

If you want to do high-end tea business, the Xia-East region is an unavoidable production area.

The tea here, besides flower tea having no stories, the other three major tea categories have histories of hundreds or thousands of years, and there are many stories to tell customers.

If you want to sell goods at a price, marketing stories are one of the indispensable factors.

An Sheng in his past life would live in Xia-East for about half a month every year, one to watch the Xia-East region tea competition, and two to negotiate products and prices.

An Sheng understands the customs of the Xia-East region and the personality of the older generation of Xia-East people.

Aqing's father has the habit of worshiping gods and Buddha.

But An Sheng knows these Xia-East people too well; the so-called superstition here is different from church-style fanaticism, and should be called "practical superstition"... the original intention of superstition is to seek peace of mind for future unknown life.

Anyway, worshiping doesn't cost money, who knows if this immortal is really effective?

If it's not effective, burn less incense in the future, starve it for a few years, and it will be honest.

If the family is not smooth after worshiping, drive a bulldozer over and level the ground directly.

In the Xia-East region, besides a few special ancestors and immortals, other wild gods in the Xia-East region live not to say "walking on thin ice," but it is truly "heart-pounding."

Is Yu Xueqing's father superstitious?

But An Sheng wants to say that the iron fist of "money ability" can break any feudal dross.

Later, ask Lin Ying to borrow a "full-insurance" Cullinan and crash it over, and he will be honest.

An Sheng believes in Lin Jie's ability very much.

"Lin Jie, are you awake? I'm here to borrow some props for pretending to be forced and slapping faces."

An Sheng avoided the busy nanny in the kitchen, ran to the master bedroom on the second floor, stood on his hind legs, leaned on the mattress, and looked at Lin Ying, who was wrapped in a layer of silk quilt.

Lin Ying, who was lying on the bed, was not asleep; she just had no energy at all and didn't want to move.

When the fox pushed the door open with a bottle of wine, Lin Ying's peripheral vision actually noticed An Sheng.

"Do you want to invite me to drink?"

Lin Ying slowly sat up; she had been lying on the bed for too long, and sitting up suddenly would cause insufficient blood supply to the brain, leading to some dizziness.

However, Lin Ying didn't care too much about the dizziness, but looked at the white whimpering monster.

The white fox was one of the few things Lin Ying could be interested in after that incident.

In order to investigate whether the white fox was her fantasy before death or a product of the world going crazy, Lin Ying, who had lost the power of the clockwork like a doll, would secretly take a few pills to wind herself up for two turns of power.

"Ying—"

"Ying ying! Ying!"

Lin Ying put down the hand rubbing her temples and looked at An Sheng, who was whimpering, but it was a pity that she had no talent for small animals.

She couldn't understand the meaning of the fox's whimpering.

But she keenly noticed that there was mud on An Sheng's front limbs.

Moreover, the fox seemed to particularly like the texture of her bed sheet, and when his front limbs were on the mattress, he would subconsciously rub his meat pads against the comfortable fabric of the bed sheet.

【What exactly are you? A human or a monster in a myth? Or an imaginary playmate I fantasized about before I died—Lin Ying sighed slightly self-deprecatingly in her heart, hoping to hear something about reincarnation from your mouth.】

【Wish Fulfilled: Pingzhang Dasheng (Instead of expecting things that don't exist, it's better to let Lin Ying believe that you are a miracle of life that can comb a Mohawk)】

Lin Ying, who was dizzy because of hypoglycemia, was distracted in her brain.

And Lin Ying's expectation of wild thoughts in her brain turned into a wish in the form of text, appearing in An Sheng's mind.

"Good guy, 'Pingzhang Dasheng' came out; sister, look at my small arms and legs, do I look like a material that can run to the underworld to be a 'Pingzhang Dasheng'?"

Seeing Lin Ying's wish, An Sheng couldn't help but gasp.

Lin Ying made two wishes to An Sheng in total; the first was that she hoped the family who encountered an accident could return.

The condition for wish fulfillment is time travel; the condition for perfectly fulfilling the wish is to help her walk out of depression.

The second wish is even more outrageous; seeing his behavior like a monster that has become a spirit, she actually fantasized about a non-existent area and let him fight over.

Maxim machine gun strafing the underworld... the advantage is with me? Ghost!

"Sister... or, I'll expose my belly for you to dig the black target, do I look like Doraemon?"

Seeing Lin Ying's wish, An Sheng complained in his heart, turned around, bit the phone on the bedside table, and skillfully entered the five-zero password to open the memo APP.

An Sheng wrote two lines in the memo, bit it and patted Lin Ying's thigh in front of her.

The fox's little hand patted, patting away the various unscientific whims in Lin Ying's brain.

【I brought you a gift.】

【By the way, sister~ lend me some jewelry, cash, and luxury bags.】

"..."

Lin Ying looked at the words on the phone, then looked at the scorching sun outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and everyone was silent.

Can people be possessed in broad daylight?

"What exactly are you?" Although Lin Ying had seen An Sheng's heroic posture of ordering takeout, and the rough brute force of dragging her to eat,

At first, Lin Ying could comfort herself that she might have had hallucinations from taking too much medicine.

But as the fox typed two lines on the phone through the pinyin input method, Lin Ying knew that she absolutely didn't have a mental illness; the one with the mental illness was the world!

If the world hadn't gone crazy, how could such an unreasonable scene appear in front of her.

But thanks to her own serious illness, Lin Ying was only briefly surprised, and her expression returned to deathly silence.

An Sheng turned the phone and wrote on it:

【I am just a handsome fox who knows how to comb a Mohawk and has a fluffy physique.】

【Those things will be discussed later; I have an urgent matter and need some luxury goods to rush to pretend to be forced and slap faces.】

After Lin Ying finished reading the words on the phone, although she was already shocked in her heart, because of the influence of the disease, her expression was indifferent and dead, and she nodded lightly: "Okay, you can take the things in my vault and walk-in closet yourself!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't return them; anyway, for me, they have no meaning..."

An Sheng, who was happy to get Lin Ying's permission and prepared to turn around to choose luxury goods, saw Lin Ying return to the quilt, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He had seen living people, and he had seen dead people.

But watching a living person waiting quietly to be starved to death, An Sheng had never seen it in his past or present life.

Lin Ying should count as the first one.

An Sheng sighed in his heart.

"Don't sleep! Come and help!" An Sheng ran back to the bed, bit Lin Ying's collar, and dragged her out:

"Are you counting on a fox cub like me to wear jewelry by myself?"

"Come and help choose which one is expensive..."

Lin Ying, who was dragged away, listened to the clear whimpering of the fox in her ears, and said with a dead face:

"I don't know your language; if you have something you need to tell me, you can type on my phone."

【Help me change clothes; you can't count on a fox cub to wash clothes by himself, right?】

"..."

【Help me comb the tuft on my head up!】

In the master bedroom, the dress-up game began, and Lin Ying regained a trace of interest in life.

(End of chapter)