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"I hate all pasta."
When he said this, the culprit was sitting opposite Jiang Song, instructing him to make himself more handsome.
"The nose, the nose should be higher, and the mouth should be made more beautiful~"
Jiang Song really didn't understand, how could a ghost who had been dead for a hundred and eighty years still be so ugly? !
It's not over yet!
Jiang Song took off his gloves and threw them at Wu Jian: "You can't afford to serve me, young master, you can do it yourself."
Wu Jian regretted it: "I was wrong, I didn't dare to do it anymore."
Jiang Song ignored him.
Wu Jian struggled to recover: "It's really wrong, honey, please pay attention to me."
Jiang Song continued to be cold and violent.
Wu Jian had no choice but to use his trump card: "You don't want me anymore, right?"
…You only know this trick, right?
Jiang Song lost his temper completely and worked hard without complaint, putting on his gloves and serving: "What else are you dissatisfied about?"
"Hey, hey," Wu Jian said, "I won't be embarrassed, just change one more place."
"Yeah." Jiang Song motioned for him to continue.
Wu Jian looked down and down.
? ? ! Jiang Song was shocked.
This person... This ghost is so shameless!
Jiang Song, a second-year medical student, loves procrastination and enjoys showing off. His biggest hobby is getting off work early, and his biggest dream in life is to graduate early. Working as a cow and horse under the hospital, every day is lifeless; struggling to make a living under the mentor, every time is lingering. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, Jiang Song planned to drop out of school every minute, but he didn't have the courage, and food and clothing were a problem.
Until one day, a patient jumped, and before he died, he had to pull him and yell about the murderer.
Jiang Song: o. O
Dear, we have only known each other for half an hour.
Then Jiang Song discovered that his world had changed.
What about the two realms of yin and yang, what about the underworld, what about pinching people with small faces, what kind of magic. Jiang Songtong doesn't care, where is my dear job? !
Wu Jian: o_O
Dear, five insurances and one fund, housing subsidies, free time, easy content, your dream job is just around the corner!
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Jiang Song: Let me think about it again!
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Jiang Song (indifferent and cold-hearted, a medical student with a hard mouth and a soft heart) × Wu Jian (who loves to play straight balls and has a long-lasting love and resentment towards her husband, the dog emperor), 1v1
Supernatural little salty cookies (I found out as I write that they are not too sweet), they have past and present lives.
This is the first book for a new author. I will try my best to write it well and ensure it is completed.
I'm a little busy now, so I'll update as the occasion arises
Purpose: Love life