Chapter 34 Aren’t you afraid that she will kill you?

Ye Zhixia's eyes suddenly turned cold and she glanced at Ye Fushu.

Although she didn't know what Ye Fushu was talking about, Ye Zhixia could hear that Ye Fushu wanted to block a palm for Yang Yuling.

Yang Yuling is an ancient martial artist. To have been able to seriously injure her, the person who attacked her must be an ancient martial artist, and his attack must have been very heavy.

Ye Fushu is an ordinary person who is powerless, how could he want to block it for Yang Yuling?
For the sake of the Yang family, you don’t even want your life?
Yes, only the Yang family are her blood relatives.

After hearing Ye Fushu's sigh, the system paused for a moment and said, "Although your workload has increased, the protagonist group's aura value has decreased by two points... Hmm?"

[Oh my god! What happened?! Favorability! How come Sister Ye’s favorability has become -55?!]

I finally managed to get the favorability from -50 to -40, how come it suddenly became -55?
Hearing the system's voice, Ye Fushu paused, slowly moved his eyes away from the computer screen, looked at Ye Zhixia, and smiled at her, "Sister, you're here?"

The smile is bright and cute, and very dazzling.

After staring at Ye Fushu for two seconds, Ye Zhixia didn't hear any more thoughts. She nodded coldly at her, walked into the office, and sat next to Tang Wan. "How is the adjustment going?"

"It still depends on what the partners are willing to do. If they are all easy to talk to, we should be able to get it done today." Tang Wan said with some emotion, "Sister Ye got the hang of it very quickly, and her efficiency is much higher than mine."

Hearing this, Ye Zhixia glanced at Ye Fushu.

Ye Fushu has already returned his gaze to the computer screen. His slender white fingers touched the keyboard so quickly that only an afterimage could be seen.

She never knew that Ye Fushu typed so fast.

[Favourability -55, aren't you panicking?] Seeing Ye Fushu continuing to type as if nothing had happened, the system became anxious.

【What are you panicking about? 】

System: [That’s -55 favorability, it’s all marked in red. Aren’t you afraid that if she sneaks into your room tonight, she’ll kill you?]

Ye Fushu curled his lips silently, and then said seriously: [Now that you say that, I suddenly feel scared. ]

system:?
Are you sure you are afraid?
Ye Fushu: [In that case, I won’t lock the door tonight, so my sister won’t pick the lock.]

【…】

Go crazy.

Hearing Ye Fushu's thoughts, Ye Zhixia turned her head to look at her. Scared? Not closing the door? Picking the lock?

And, I pick the lock?

When did I say I was going to pick the lock?

While wondering, Ye Zhixia suddenly realized that Ye Fushu's typing movements were still smooth, and was slightly startled.

How can you type so fast when you are thinking about other things?
Are you typing randomly?

With a hint of suspicion in her eyes, Ye Zhixia turned her head to look at Tang Wan, "It's her first day at work, you should pay more attention to her and make sure she doesn't make any mistakes."

Tang Wan immediately made an OK gesture to Ye Zhixia, then turned sideways to look at the computer screen.

Seeing this, Ye Zhixia said nothing more, took out a script and started reading.

"Deng deng deng"

The office was quiet for a while before there was a knock on the door. The three of them looked in the direction of the sound.

Then he saw Mr. Zhang, who was standing at the door with a bandage on his head, one hand holding a crutch, the other hand hung in front of his body with a bandage, his lips swollen like a sausage, and a listless look on his face.

Seeing Mr. Zhang like this, there was silence in the office.

System: [It's the bald uncle I misunderstood before. ]

[I'm so embarrassed. I'll go find a hole to hide in for a while.]

Ye Fushu: “…”

Do they know you? You are embarrassed.

"Mr. Zhang? What happened to you?" After Tang Wan recovered, he strode towards Mr. Zhang, then helped the limping Mr. Zhang to sit down on the sofa.

"It's all collected. It's fun." Mr. Zhang muttered with a sausage-like mouth.

Tang Wan:?
What language is this?

(End of this chapter)