Fan Zhao Yao: "..."

She felt that she might not have enough IQ for a while.

Or she should just pick up the phone in her hand and call the mental hospital so that they can come to Kangkang with very serious patients.

Just looking at the serious face of the little fairy in front of him, Fan Zhaoyao really couldn't connect her to the mental patient.

Mo Jiang shook his wrist, and the vermilion manicure newly made for the new play was extraordinarily bright: "Oh, you talked so much nonsense with her, can you just prove it? Little Mencius, perform a fetch from the air!"

Meng Chengyu: "..."

Do you think I am performing acrobatics? !

Tucao returned to Tucao, but in Fan Zhao's dumbfounded eyes, Meng Chengyu waved his hand, and saw a potted plant on a closet placed next door flying directly towards this side.

Meng Chengyu made a closing movement, and the potted plant stayed firmly on the table.

Fan Zhao Yao: "..."

She opened her mouth wide, looked at Mo Jiang, then at Meng Chengyu, and finally at the others.

The others had already been surprised, Guo Zhulian slowly swallowed the last glutinous rice balls, and said softly: "I'm full."

Fan Zhaoyao felt that his heart hadn't reached the endurance limit, so he rolled his eyes and passed out.

Mo Jiang: "??? What's going on, the heart can still be fragile to this point?"

Meng Chengyu was also dumbfounded: "It won't happen. When we went to find Qiu Lu, people didn't faint from fear."

Qiao Jin didn't expect it, she was startled, then waved, Fan Zhaoyao was forced to wake up.

Seeing everyone in front of her, she took two deep breaths. Now she felt that she couldn't pass out even if she wanted to faint. She couldn't help being dizzy and muttering to herself: "This...is this all true?"

Mo Jiang had a particularly troublesome headache and waved his hand impatiently: "Little Mencius, explain to her and reshape the world view."

Meng Chengyu: "..."

Why is it all her? !

After eating the glutinous rice balls, Meng Chengyu quickly gave Fan Zhaoyao, who had newly opened the door to the world, to do psychological construction.

In fact, both Yang Qiulu and Guo Zhulian didn't like to talk very much, but in the process of Meng Chengyu's explanation, they occasionally added a sentence or two to add to Fan Zhaoyao's already fragile worldview, and finally convinced Fan Zhaoyao.

"I……"

Fan Zhaoyao looked at Mo Jiang with incredulous eyes: "It turns out that at that time, Sister Mo Jiang, you deliberately..."

"Hey, we have to make some things clear from the beginning." Mo Jiang blew on his nails and said casually: "I don't want to picture you, and you have no money and color to let me picture it, or Joe The boss gave you an explanation at the beginning, and I will not go to you. I asked you to be an assistant or saved you. Think about anyone in the market who pays you 10,000 a month for this assistant and allows you to live so well. Apartment, you are thinking about you being angry at that hotel before. Did I work for you to make you angry? What if I deliberately approached you, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Fan Zhaoyao was ridiculed by her in a few words. After thinking about it, he shook his head: "No."

The job of being an assistant is simply too profitable.

Some time ago, she felt that all her good luck in her life would have taken her to meet Mo Jiang.

The salary is high every month, and there are not many things. Another assistant Guo Zhulian is still an invisible rich woman. She will buy a few copies of everything she buys.