Another Attempt At My Job Chapter 2

Blake Jing's physical fitness is higher than that of ordinary people. He jumped out of the metal railing before the bodyguards opened the patrol cordon. A few of them dodged across the road and got into the alley, blending into the crowd and disappearing. What happened in the house was revealed. Put the matter behind you.

Blake Jing is an immortal species, a person from Xianzhou, and his language has its own system, which is completely different from this planet called Earth. Fortunately, Xianzhou has a real-time translation system, and Fu Xuanming made the style into a single-sided earring with red silk thread He lowered it and placed it next to Blake Jing's ear. It looked pretty against the red headband that tied his hair.

Before coming to Earth, Lila Fu took care of everything in advance and opened a small company on Earth. Every month, someone would convert the general's pension into the currency of the country on Earth to ensure the general's food, clothing, housing and transportation. Although Blake Jing had already spent most of The affairs were handed over to Lila Fu, but he still wore the title of general. Years of affairs made him know many secrets of Xianzhou. He was a walking "Xianzhou Luofu cracking machine" to prevent the enemies of Xianzhou from hearing the news and smelling the smell. Come here, the order summoned by the Divine Lord is still in Blake Jing's hand, which is enough to deal with most enemies.

Moreover, Blake Jing’s mobile phone can communicate with Xianzhou. If there is a problem that cannot be solved, he can ask his family for help.

Blake Jing thought about it as his long-fingered hands with a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips touched his pockets. As Blake Jing walked on the bustling street, the lazy and careless expression on his face suddenly changed. He was shocked, confused, and thinking. A flash of clarity.

He touched his empty pocket and uttered a curse word in his heart. He knew who took it without even using his brain.

How could that little brat who just threw himself into his arms be so successful at being a thief at such a young age?

Blake Jing thought with gritted teeth that this child was so good that he didn't learn all he could and was a mess. Was his tutor just a freeloader?

He covered his head with a headache. He needed to contact Xianzhou regularly. After all, being an immortal species was different from a short-lived species. Their unique advantage also became a reason for the short-lived species to peep at them.

But that's not what Blake Jing is worried about. Xianzhou has strict and almost harsh rules and regulations for its own ancestral species. Especially the Xianzhou people who go to other planets have lengthy procedures to go through and troublesome follow-up contacts.

His contact with Xianzhou was only through a mobile phone. If he didn't find it, Lila Fu would come in person because he was worried that something might happen to him on the planet, or he would be labeled as a traitor to Xianzhou and wanted by the whole universe. This would Neither of the two tastes good.

Blake Jing had even thought of the kid holding his communicator and waving the phone with pride in his eyes. If he went back now, that kid would be exactly what he wanted.

Probably because he was too obedient when he was a child, Blake Jing's rebellious phase came belatedly after he was relieved of his responsibilities. He decided not to accept this obvious invitation. He looked at the manor surrounded by black railings from a distance and hissed with sore teeth. With a cry, he turned and left.

Of course, now that the guards inside have been mobilized, it's easy to bump into them face to face, so let's forget about this embarrassment.

Save some face for those guards.

Blake Jing took out the ID card and bank card that Lila Fu had prepared for him in advance, withdrew some money and went to find a hotel near the tram station, which was the most convenient place to stay.

The technological level of this world is much lower than that of Xianzhou, so Blake Jing is not worried about his true identity being found out. He lay on the hotel bed and slept peacefully for the first time in decades without being disturbed. This time, there were no fertile and evil things dragging his intestines in the dream. There was only a darkness sinking in the dream, in which his consciousness arose. Ups and downs, occasionally a touch of golden light like broken sand drifted through the open fingers.

In a spacious and simple hotel room, a man with a handsome face has white hair scattered on the bed, and his lips are slightly open. This eloquent mouth can't spit out a word now, and the tip of his tongue can be faintly seen hidden in it when he breathes slowly. It's quite a picture. The sight of the beauty lying on the couch made people feel in a trance, and they couldn't help but K!ss Fangze, but there was no one else in the room except Blake Jing, and no one could see her. Naturally, no one saw the golden light flashing through Blake Jing's throat.

The people of Xianzhou are well versed in health preservation. They spent their early years in hardship and became rich in materials. In addition, the people of Xianzhou have developed to the extreme in various fields during their long lives. The diversity and deliciousness of their food are even famous throughout the universe. Blake Jing’s meals It was even given full responsibility to the health and nutritionist of Shence Mansion, so he could eat three meals a day on time despite his busy schedule.

Blake Jing slept in such a deep sleep that he naturally didn't know the time. Fortunately, thanks to his healthy eating and resting habits in the past, he still woke up when the lights came on. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, got out of bed and patted his cheeks with cold water. Come to your senses.

Blake Jing prefers the smoky street food to the food at Qidian Hotel, and watches the many creatures living their happy years seriously and diligently in the prosperous country they created. This allows Blake Jing to forget the past a little and remember the present.

But Blake Jing forgot for a moment that he was not on a Luofu fairy boat where the number of people was controlled, but on this short-lived earth. Every time after get off work, the bustling streets were often busy with traffic and people were jostling one after another. How about a strong martial artist? You still have to squeeze in the crowd and watch your destination move away from you while your body is still trapped in the crowd and unable to struggle.

Blake Jing's beautiful face shines with dazzling luster regardless of gender. Many people in the already crowded street stopped and secretly took out their mobile phones to take pictures. The flash that could not be hidden was used by Blake Jing Lue. The face showed surprise but smiled gently, and the eyes contained indulgence and pampering, which made the person who took the secret photo feel excited.

Blake Jing's habit is to be gentle and polite to everyone, as if you are the most worthy of love in the world. This can minimize the wariness of outsiders when Xianzhou handles daily affairs and treats ordinary people. You can also get a good impression. After all, people are emotional animals. If you have a good impression, there will be more ways to solve future problems.

But on this street full of people, Blake Jing kept a smile on his face and sighed bitterly in his heart, feeling that he was about to be crushed into a piece of paper.

Just when more and more people were watching and taking pictures, and Blake Jing was about to run away in panic because he couldn't hold on to his smile, a pair of hands emerged from the crowd and hugged Blake Jing's waist with attachment, and his voice was low and soft, But it rang clearly in the ears of those around him: "Dad, I miss you so much."

Although he was eight hundred years old, Blake Jing had never held the hand of a girl. He was going to be a father today. His eyelids jumped immediately. A voice in his heart shouted loudly in his ear: "Run! Don't worry about so many things! Hurry!" run!"

This sixth sense has saved Blake Jing countless times on the battlefield, but today it finally failed. There were people around him, how could he run away!

Go to heaven! ?

At this moment when Blake Jing was hesitating, the B@st@ard began to act like a monster, and he said in a griEvan Taice and cry, "Dad, you have abandoned me and my mother for so many years and only came back to see me once. Am I not good?" Please don't leave, come home with me."

Even after saying a word, I sobbed a little, as if I had been greatly wronged.

Blake Jing just wants to give this B@st@ard the Best Actor Award, otherwise his talent of telling lies out of thin air and making things real will be in vain!

The men, women, and children surrounding him originally heard his father's expression of pity but could still struggle, but after hearing what he said next, all they could think of was "You are a Sc*mbag! You've ruined your face for nothing!" Expression.

But there is also a benefit. Blake Jing's surroundings have changed from a three-layered circle inside to a hollow area, giving him a chance to breathe.

Blake Jing's face was as thick as a city wall, and his immunity to the surrounding environment was extremely high. After a brief moment of shame and anger, he quickly regained his composure and ignored the surroundings. He raised his hand and gently squeezed the B@st@ard's hand, bending down to hold him in his arms. Li, holding him up with his arms, took him to a shop on the roadside where there were not many people.

Blake Jing felt the B@st@ard's hand tighten around his shoulders, and then he deliberately squeezed his breasts and asked in a sweet voice, "Dad, where are you taking me?"

However, it was very different from the emotion of fear. Instead, it was filled with a bit of expectation.

What kind of family raises a child who wants to give himself to others?

Blake Jing followed the other person and said, "Of course I'm going to fulfill my father's duties."

Max glanced at Blake Jing's side face with dull eyes, an expression written all over his face that he would get on the donkey if he gave you a hint.

Blake Jing felt that this father still had some benefits, such as verbally saying: "Don't always have a sad face. Come on, smile at Dad."

His tone was like that of an old father who brought his children out to perform during the Chinese New Year and watched the theater like monkeys.

This is a shop that buys ice cream and desserts. Blake Jing quite likes sweets, so he drinks Fairy Happy Tea a lot.

He placed the child opposite his seat, ordered a parfait, and handed the menu to Bunny.

Max held his breath, took the menu and swiped his finger up and down to shout "I want all of these". Blake Jing could see the other party's harmless revenge, but his cell phone, which had been tricked by this kid during the day, was still in his mind. He circled around and said with a smile that he would eat everything after ordering, otherwise you have to pay for it yourself.

Max said to Blake Jing, I understand, turned around and told the waiter in front of Blake Jing, have a portion of these.

The waiter's face froze, and she glanced at Blake Jing quietly.

Max raised his eyes triumphantly, "What can you do to me?"

Blake Jing raised his head and said with a smile, "Miss, I'm not familiar with this kid."

An unfamiliar child even kicked his nose in the face. Blake Jing and other waiters walked away and meaningfully taught Max that whoever gets the money is responsible.

Max choked after eating and felt unhappy. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his eyes were vaguely exposed under the messy and curly black hair, staring straight at Blake Jing. He was obviously a child of several years old, and the shadow between his eyebrows was shocking.

A horror movie was staged alive. The clear sky and daylight made it even scarier with the ample air-conditioning in the store.

But Blake Jing could be frightened by the fertile remnants dragging his intestines day and night, and he had long been immune to it. His whole body was indestructible, and he refused to eat hard or soft foods, or oil or salt. He even raised his hand to squeeze Max in a good mood. Baby fat face: "You smile more when you are young, but you always have a sullen face and don't have any friends."

Max, who really had no friends, knew for the first time since he was born what it meant to feel guilty, and he moved his eyes slightly.

"How did you find me? Are you following me? What do you like about a grown man like me?" Blake Jing teased. The B@st@ard who took his cell phone came to his door and there was no reason for him to leave easily.

"Your face can't be called a man's. It's so beautiful." Max said quietly, with a hint of ridicule.

Max was right. Blake Jing didn't have the masculine face of a tough guy. He had sharp cheek lines but soft features. His eyebrows were relaxed and gentle. The combination of charm and sunshine exuded a charm that made people approach involuntarily. A beautiful sentence Not on this great face.

Blake Jing smiled gently when he was told that he was beautiful. He didn't know whether he was immune from hearing it too many times, or he was really happy for his beautiful face. He continued with a pretended proud tone: "I didn't have any money before. Sometimes, I will sell my photos to earn living expenses. "When Shence Mansion's expenses are too high, Tingyun and Qingdao will secretly take a few photos of him and sell them. Blake Jing reacts to this. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still acted like a gentle gentleman when he noticed them huddled in a small corner sneaking around.

Max was speechless and said, "Why are you still a kidnapper if you have this innate skill?"

Blake Jing sighed: "The kidnappers are kidnapping unsuspecting victims. People like you are eager for me to take you away. This is not called kidnapping, this is called cooperation."

Max: "Then cooperate and take me away."

Blake Jing: "Then first tell me why you had to find me. And how you found me."

When Max saw that the topic was brought back, he "tsk" angrily and stopped talking.

Blake Jing laughed: "You are so young, you are so thoughtful." He raised his hand and rubbed Max's hair, then packaged Max's teasing words and sent them back: "Why do you still act like a stalker when you have this innate skill?"

Max has lived as quietly as a chicken since he was a child, fearing that his dignified and rigid father would notice him and take him out to play like a monkey. He is just a moving decoration at home. He doesn't cause trouble to others, and he doesn't trouble himself either.

People of the same age are always deceived by him, and they often have to count the money for him when they are sold by him. At a young age, he is quite rich, and he stands on the head of a group of children with runny noses, calculating how to leave a good image so that the other party can replace him. He was dedicated to his work.

But today, in just one day, he experienced the Waterloo of life. There is no need for adults to naturally love and care for children, but no matter how he tried it, this guy seemed to have no weakness. He was so heartless and heartless to the point of being staggering.

He even choked and wanted to hit someone.

While he was talking, the parfait ordered by Blake Jing arrived. The ice cream ball was filled with wafers and fruits, and was drizzled with strawberry sauce. It looked very good and melted in your mouth. It was cold and sweet, with a sweet and sour strawberry flavor. .

Max is actually not interested in these things on weekdays, but today for some reason, his throat moved.

He watched Blake Jing put out the tip of his tongue and licked the ice cream on the spoon, deliberately eating the most delicious food in the world.

A fairy who loves to play tricks on people.

Max wondered how old he was, how could he show such a childish side.

A tired look appeared on his face: "I was scolded today. My father said he would not give me dinner."

Blake Jing was indifferent. A child who had been scolded by his elders dared to go out shopping in the middle of the night to find a man. He deserved to be scolded.