Transmigrated into a villainous guide who picks up bargains, a useless person is transformed into a

Xize Lu was dressed in a crisp military uniform, but unusually, he wasn't wearing a military cap, revealing his strikingly handsome face.

He nodded indifferently to Sha Ling and strode into the room.

Behind him, Yan Zhigao was carrying a full box of gifts. As soon as he smelled the fresh aroma, his eyes lit up: "Director Lu, these are dresses, bags, perfumes, and jewelry that the adults specially picked out. I hope you won't mind his straightforward taste."

Lu Weiliang glanced at it silently.

Damn it.

That's really something, she doesn't even wear that bright pink lipstick.

She smiled faintly and said, "Thank you, but don't bother next time."

She just needs to transfer money if she needs to spend it; she's quite fond of money.

Yan Zhigao placed the gift on one side of the living room and secretly rubbed his hands together: "Director Lu, your chicken soup smells so good..." He took a sip: "I wonder if I'll have a chance to try some, hehe."

Lu Weiliang handed over a pair of chopsticks: "Of course."

"Director Lu, you are so kind. You are beautiful, kind-hearted, and a great cook. We adults are so lucky to have married you."

Xizelu, who was standing awkwardly to the side, became even more flustered after hearing these words.

For a moment, I felt uncomfortable standing or sitting.

He happened to see Lu Weiliang serving soup, and thought he would offer to help, but when he looked up, he met Sha Ling's resentful eyes.

For some reason, he suddenly had the illusion that his name was "Xize Duoyu".

A strange feeling welled up inside him, and he curled his fingers: "Director Lu, where do I live?"

Lu Weiliang pointed to the guest bedroom on the left: "The innermost room was just cleaned this morning. I picked out the four-piece bedding set. If you're not satisfied, just ask the robot to change it."

Xize Lu nodded: "Okay, Director Lu."

This polite and courteous attitude, like that of a couple who have been respecting each other for two hundred years, is not the result Lu Weiliang wanted at all.

She needs to be at least a bit more active so that she can absorb spiritual energy from the other party.

Her eyebrows immediately curved into a smile: "Sir, calling me 'Director' all the time is too formal. How about you call me Wei Liang like last time, and I'll call you A Lu, okay?"

Xize Lu felt something "ding" and hit his heart.

He looked up at the girl. Her eyebrows and eyes curved like crescent moons, and her smile magnified infinitely in his vision. Apart from her, everything around her was pixelated, and only she was clear and beautiful in the world.

It was as if even the wind had stopped, and time itself had paused at this moment.

The wind chime in his heart swayed gently; was it the chime that moved, or the wind?

Is it also a stirring of the heart?

"Sir, Director Lu is talking to you, why aren't you saying anything?" Yan Zhigao took a sip of the fresh chicken soup that made his eyebrows tremble, and gently tugged at Xize Lu's sleeve: "Sir? You've been watching for a minute now, Director Lu is blushing from all of your staring."

Xize Lu then snapped out of his daze and awkwardly looked away, saying, "Sorry, I was thinking about my work in the military region and lost my focus for a moment."

Before Lu Weiliang could speak, he fled towards the guest room, saying, "Let me check the room."

Sha Ling pouted angrily on the side.

It's a bit chilly. How long will he stay?

Lu Weiliang lowered her voice: "I probably won't be staying long. It won't bother you, okay? Be good."

How could it not cause delays?

When will he finally be able to use the new killer move he learned from Luo Ren?

Before I've even been cooked into a meal, another one comes along wanting to cook a big batch of rice.

This damn magnanimous persona, let whoever wants it have it.

Even low-ranking sentries have possessiveness, let alone a high-ranking sentry like him. In any case, he absolutely cannot let anyone else get there first.

He glanced at Xizelu's retreating figure, a smile spreading across his eyes.

Sure enough, as soon as Xizelu opened the door, a big, fat, black chicken spread its claws and charged straight at his face.

That claw almost disfigured the person.

Lu Weiliang quickly put down her spoon and explained, "I found a stray chicken downstairs. I originally wanted to stew it for meat, but this chicken seems to have a spirit. It kept shedding tears when I was plucking its feathers, which made my heart soften. I couldn't bear it, so I released it. I didn't expect it to come running back on its own. I'll keep it as a pet."

Xize Lu grabbed the wing root with one hand, and in the instant he touched it, he seemed to feel a familiar sensation that flashed by.

He put the chicken on the balcony, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said, "Then keep it in my room."

"OK, just don't let it die." Lu Weiliang slung her beloved little bag over her shoulder. "I'm off to work. You two should get along well at home. I'll bring you some good food after get off work. Ah Lu, could you please take care of Lingling?"

Xizelu stood by the door, watching them leave: "Okay."

After she left, the whole room suddenly fell silent; to be precise, the atmosphere changed abruptly.

Sha Ling was smiling radiantly when she met Nishizawa's gaze, and her face instantly fell.

His eyes were so fierce they looked like he wanted to kill someone; their gazes locked in a deadly stare, as if crackling electricity was shooting through them.

Even the big, fat chicken was chirping loudly on the balcony.

Yan Zhigao sensed something was amiss and made an excuse to "go home and catch up on sleep" before running away, even packing up a bowl of chicken soup to take with him.

……

Lu Weiliang has just recovered from a serious illness, and today is her first day receiving and counseling staff since her illness.

Following instructions from the Ministers of Culture and Tourism, the station manager has only been given two slots for guiding people in the past few days.

She checked the first spot for the day.

[Name: Du Bin]

Age: 32.

Height: 193 cm.

Weight: 80 kg.

Level: C.

Subordinate to: Henna.

Spiritual type: Doberman Pinscher.

Ten minutes later, the Doberman... oh no, Doberman had arrived outside the evacuation room, nervously waiting for the guide to call his number.

The moment he saw Lu Weiliang, he suddenly found it hard to breathe.

She was so beautiful, a kind of beauty he had never experienced before. If Hina was a minor beauty, then she was an absolutely stunning, universal beauty.

No wonder she attracted the love of a god-like high priest who roamed the entire galaxy.

As Du Bin was thinking to himself, the loudspeaker suddenly blared.

[Sentryman Du Bin, please proceed to evacuation room 03 to direct traffic.]

Once inside, his already labored breathing became even more labored.

Lu Weiliang's face was extremely serious. The moment she saw that it was Haina's whistleblower, she knew she wouldn't accept this job.

"Your wife sent you? Speak your mind."

Du Bin was startled, thinking to himself, "I haven't even shown anything yet, how did they find out?"

He was panting heavily, speaking haltingly: "Guide Lu, to tell you the truth, my wife forced me to come here. She wants me to destroy my mental sea after the therapy, so she can use that to frame you."

As he spoke, he knelt down.

"Director Lu, please believe me, I really didn't intend to do that. I just wanted to have a proper talk with him, save up enough money to redeem my brother, and then run away with him to a faraway place, never to come back."

That's why there are always stories of rescuing prostitutes in my hometown.

Upon hearing this, Lu Weiliang actually had a slight idea to save Feng Chen.

"What happened to your brother?"

Du Bin took out a handkerchief and wiped away his tears one by one: "In order to bribe those people in the police station, Haina sold my brother to fight in underground boxing matches in the underground city. That was no different from being a slave, with no regard for life or death."