Twelve-year-old Lin Shen once faced death. On that day, death took away everything in his life.
A bizarre murder and disappearance case of a wealthy family turned the once proud son of heaven into a scandal that cannot be mentioned in the entire circle.
When twenty-two-year-old Lin Shen faced the two unlucky gods of death who came to his door, he slowly closed his eyes.
It's time to end this. All ridicule, ridicule, cold treatment, fate, he thought, fate, I admit defeat...
But the God of Death took a fancy to his... Soul-calling physique? And he got mixed up with a staff inexplicably?
Are you kidding me, but... Oh, are you on weekends? Is there social security? No, no, I'm... That's it, is there a disability subsidy?
"Then do you want to come with me?"
Lin Shen originally wanted to refuse, pat his butt and leave directly. God knows, what if one day they collect the soul and take him in!
But looking into those eyes, I couldn't say no.
He couldn't remember what happened after that.
He only remembered that he firmly grasped the hand that was firmly reaching towards him.
"Let's elope."
When he came back to his senses, he could no longer escape.
Lin Shen: I*, you idiot!
A coquettish but self-aware, chic but a little evil, seemingly flirtatious but actually evasive, a decathlon, twenty-four filial piety, a good family man with a lot of drama, a dramatic actor, a death attack × a life and death look-alike, and if you don't accept it, he will do it, anyway, if something goes wrong, it's a big deal and we'll be finished together, a cold-faced, straight-faced, cute, poisonous-tongued, sickly, beautiful, rich young man suffers.
This is essentially a cliché love story about a poor boy who comes from nowhere and takes away someone's precious cabbage.
No ambiguity, no office romance, everything is for performance! ! ! Lin Shen, a child, said this and was ready to reiterate our office discipline again.
The man in black behind him was silent and smiled as he picked up someone in a wheelchair.
Whether this counts as overtime, whether he can report a work-related injury... Lin Shen on his shoulders was still thinking.
But soon he no longer had the energy to think about it.
Intention: All the good things that have passed away will come back to us in another way