Come on, scan the code. They are not panicking at all.

Scan the code with great pride.

"Why are you always there every time we chat about gossip, team leader?"

After the rain stopped and I paid the money, I lay down on my desk.

"Because you guys have been gossiping for too long."

The seventh-generation vampire looked at the office.

There is absolutely no sense of prisoner consciousness.

It's like going on a trip.

Still commenting: "Why are you so poor? The color of this desk is too low, and this office chair is not made of genuine leather. You must be living a miserable life."

"You can't even redeem yourself." Yan Bei said expressionlessly.

It looks like a evil spirit.

It will bite you to death in the next second.

"this…………"

Seven generations have nothing to say.

Two hundred million dollars is really expensive.

It's too expensive, too expensive, too expensive, too expensive. Let's take him away.

"You came here illegally. We have decided to hand you over to the relevant departments and let you work in the relevant departments to reform. During this period, you will always wear these handcuffs."

"???!"

The seventh generation vampire is stupid.

Is the conviction so casual??!

Why do you have to work with handcuffs?!

Yan Bei seemed to see his incomprehension: "These handcuffs can inhibit the talents and abilities of Westerners."

If it is carried like this, even if it bites someone, it will not turn the person into a vampire.

Difficult to accept.

"You are violating human rights!"

"you are human?"

Mu Xiu glanced at him while holding the thermos cup.

It's not a human thing, and it's still there to be used.

The seventh-generation vampire looked at the handcuffs on his hands in disbelief.

He didn't even know such a thing existed in the world.

I don’t know how these Easterners came up with such a thing.

"poor child."

At first glance, you can tell how crazy the researchers in their R&D department are.

They are all a group of devils who can stay awake for three days and three nights just to study a new instrument.

Like crazy.

Mu Xiu took a sip of rose tea.

"Boss, the gold-loving beast has been caught."

"Um."

Submit it directly to the management office.

After all, all they care about is commission.

Wen Liang sat on his chair and looked at the people in front of him.

The seventh-generation vampire was sent to a detention center to rehabilitate himself.

If nothing else happens, he will spend the next month in custody.

After dealing with all the big and small incidents, it’s finally the glorious and great time to get off work.

I really want to cry when the rain stops, and Yulin.

I get fined every day for being a bitch.

They don't want to be fined at all.

It's five hundred at a time, and the commission from one task is enough to stop them.

Yan Bei was very happy, and even hoped that his silly team members could chat more gossips when they had nothing to do. He could also provide a service of delivering the trunk to someone's home, with a one-time gas fee of 200 and a fare of 300, rounding up to 1,000.

Wen Liang said goodbye to Yan Bei and then went home to see the cat.

The cat is lying down in the sun and sunbathing.

The furry mass makes people want to rub it.

What a cute duck.

Wen Liang made goat milk powder and cat food and fed them to the kitten.

"Don't worry about eating more, I can support you."

If you say this to Taotie, Taotie will probably start to commit himself to you.

Taotie and Jiuying are probably still eating at this moment.

Jiuying is probably going to collapse.

I must be beating myself up in my heart, complaining about why I am so mean-mouthed.

Wen Liang smiled and put the freeze-dried food in the cat bowl.

Clean up the cat litter.

Wen Liang changed into pajamas to catch up on her sleep.

I dreamed about my mother.

Wen Liang was silent for a rare afternoon.

He dreamed that his mother was nagging at him to excuse his father, saying that his father was not sensitive to emotions.

Said her father loved her.

Talk about your father's difficulties.

Talk about my father's past.

The babble interspersed throughout his dream.

It was rare that the sun was good in the afternoon, so he sat in a daze on the bay window. The sunlight shone in, and half of his sideways face was shrouded in the shadow of the curtains.

He doesn't understand feelings, maybe his mother is right.

My father is not sensitive to emotions.

He doesn't understand either, and he is insensitive to emotions.

There was a fairy in the world of mountains and seas who liked him and was very courteous to him. He thought this was just a normal way of making friends.

Until a fairy told him that this was courtship.

This is courtship.

It's to express your love.

Just like mother likes and loves father.

Then he knew that someone liked him and would greet him.

He will start to resist this kind of love.

He didn't know why either.

The nauseous feeling of physiological nausea filled the throat.

Fingertips turn white.

He didn't know why or why he resisted.

My mother said that falling in love with someone is like a moth flying into a flame.

She threw herself at her father regardless of her own safety and finally sacrificed her body to heaven. The candlelight was still cold and cold.

Wen Liang doesn't understand this feeling.

Too heavy, too tragic.

Because of his mother's death, he began to fear emotions.

fear.

He is afraid. He is afraid that if someone likes him, he will not be able to respond, he is afraid that if he likes someone else, they will not be able to respond to him.

He was afraid of too many things. He stumbled and rolled, and the small snowball turned into a big snowball along the way. He was afraid of many, many things.

I was in a daze all afternoon.

He didn't react until the sun was almost setting.

I blinked my dry eyes and went to get my phone from the table.

Seven missed calls.

They were all called from Yanbei.

He called back.

The other party answered the call after a few rings.

"senior."

"Um."

"Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"Sorry," Wen Liang smiled at the phone, realizing that the other party couldn't see it, and continued: "I overslept."

"Um."

I don't know if he believes it or not.

No one spoke.

Wen Liang broke the calm: "Is there anything else?"

"Senior...will you come again tomorrow?" Yan Bei asked.

Wen Liang smiled. The child's mind is indeed still that of an underage dragon.

"Come."

"Um."

"I'm dead."

"Goodbye, senior."

Yan Bei put down his phone.

I was as happy as a demon because of a phone call.

Yan Bei was invited to deal with the matter of the seventh-generation vampire. This afternoon a third-generation vampire came, and this seventh-generation vampire is his descendant. He forced the management office to release him.

He didn't tell Wen Liang that he could handle it.

The third generation vampire is discussing with Zhang Chu about whether to release him.

I don’t know what kind of benefits Zhang Chu was promised, but they were both smiling when they came out of the office.

Yan Bei was grateful for his foresight.

"Xiao Bei, let Mr. Andre go after a while. It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

"I'm afraid it's a little difficult."

Yan Bei narrowed his eyelashes. He continued: "Someone from the central government has arrived."

Zhang Chu's face stiffened.

"Master Andre has been brought back to the headquarters base for interrogation."

Zhang Chu's face turned cold.

"Who allowed you to report it privately?!"

"Don't be so excited, Zhang Chu. Isn't this task a reward from the central government?"

Yan Bei looked at Zhang Chu with a smile, his eyes were cold.

"I thought Zhang Chu was very sensible, but it turns out I was mistaken."

Because of the benefits given by the third generation of vampires, I decided to let go of a potential prisoner who didn't know his purpose.

"Zhang Chu is really majestic. It just so happens that the people from the central base are at the bottom of the building, so I bothered Zhang Chu to explain."

After Yan Bei finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Although he doesn't like the management office very much, nor does he like the Zhang office.

But if something like this happened within his jurisdiction, it seems that the contract cannot be renewed.

Yan Bei packed his things neatly, leaving a mess on his desk.

It's very unpleasant to look at.

I want to smoke again.

I just threw away a pack of cigarettes this morning.

He took out the money and went out to buy a pack of cigarettes.

I lit it as before, didn't smoke it, and then snuffed it out one by one.

The hands were burned red.

Yan Bei didn't care anymore, it wasn't important anymore.

Desperate to leave.

Can't wait any longer.

Too many things made him feel sick to his stomach.

Ever since his first mission, this feeling has never been suppressed.

When he first entered the human world, he signed a three-year contract without knowing it, working for the management office and earning a commission.

In the first year, he did all the tasks very well, and all the cultivators and demon cultivators praised him, and also talked about Zhang Chu's discerning eye.

In the second year, the team he led received tasks that were just looking for trouble, such as cleaning up garbage and looking for missing cats at home. Occasionally, there were also some dangerous tasks that no one accepted.

He took them all.

The third year is this year.

The tasks are getting more and more perfunctory, more and more perfunctory.

From picking up trash and catching thieves to preaching to dragons, they are all thankless tasks.

The most dangerous missions almost cost him half his life, and when he was going through a tribulation, he was tampered with. If Wen Liang hadn't saved him, he almost wouldn't have survived.

how to say.

He is too powerful in the eyes of others and has been deified by others. Everyone thinks that he is omnipotent, but he is not omnipotent.

His image in the eyes of others began to collapse.

Since when did the most profound impression of outsiders become the human cultivators and demon cultivators of Zhang Chu and other groups?

Push Su Tong over to cause trouble.

What he didn't dare to face, and what other people didn't dare to face, were all pushed onto him.

Then when it came to the final fight for credit, everyone fought fiercely.

He lay in the hospital for more than half a month, and no one from the management office came to see him except for members of a group.

They claimed to the outside world that they worked together to overcome the difficulties, but they openly and covertly excluded him and smeared him.

Otherwise, how could there be so many cult Shuihei on Goblin Weibo?

There were too many things to talk about, so he was too lazy to talk about them.

There's nothing wrong with it after all.

It's nothing more than being squeezed out even more, being ridiculed more obviously, being squeezed out all the time, and more blatantly.

He's used to it.

After all, it has been more than a year.

He is tired.

When the rain stopped and came in, I saw smoke filling the room.

Choking.

"Cough cough cough boss, how many cigarettes have you smoked? Cough cough cough cough..."

Yan Bei turned on the fan and opened the windows to disperse the smell.

"what's the situation?!!!"

Even Mu Xiu was shocked when he arrived.

The house smelled of cigarette smoke.

problem occurs.

Yan Bei packed up his things: "I'll be leaving in a few weeks."

"Where to go?"

"Why are you leaving?"

"What happened?"

Yan Bei rubbed his temples.

There were too many things to do, so I decided to leave.

After all, his contract is about to expire.

There are only a few weeks left.
Chapter completed!