Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

  Chapter 682 Perfect World (61)

   "Mr. Yan Xiaolang, come in, I have something to talk to you."

  With such a serious and earnest tone, Yan Fu was not sure what was going on.

  In fact, he rarely guessed wrongly what Baitang was thinking, and this was the first time that he was completely confused like this.

  Opening the door and entering, Yan Fu saw Baitang sitting in front of the mirror.

  He saw that some of her hair had turned gray, but it was clearly still black yesterday.

  Yan Fu walked over and gently hugged her from behind: "Xiao Tanger, your hair..."

Baitang sighed softly: "Mr. Yan Xiaolang, you have also seen it. The clones in front have manipulated their bodies from the very beginning. One of them is that they cannot be fertile regardless of men and women. They are only thirty years old. The five-year-old life span is the second. From the factory to the present, it has been more than 30 years, and the next few years are the time when I accelerate aging."

  Yan Fu hid the soreness in his throat: "Can you..."

  Baitang shook his head: "No. Mr. Yan Xiaolang, I can't do it, and I can't do it."

  The oil in her body is exhausted, she can only delay, but cannot change the ending. After all, this is not a spiritual world.

  No matter how powerful she is, she can't save a person who is desperate for death, just like Baitang, the original owner of the previous world.

Yan Fu's eyes were astringent: "I know there will be a day, after all, I'm useless, it took me nine years to research it, if I research it earlier, you can see the world you want to see with your own eyes, we can wait until everything End."

   "You said, you and I are a destined marriage. I wear the red rope in my hand all the time. Why can't I tie you up for a few more years?"

Baitang held his hand: "The fate of marriage will also have hardships. I remember a person once told me that things in the world have always been divided into hard to get and easy to get, hard to get and hard to lose, easy to get and easy to lose. Actually This is not entirely true when you think about it carefully. It is rare and hard to lose. It is because of the ups and downs, the ups and downs, the bumps along the way, and I have become more determined. I have paid a lot in this process, know how to cherish, and will not care about some small things. Yan Xiaolang Jun, don’t be sad, this moment is not that moment.”

   "I just don't have a few years to live here, you have to believe that we have an afterlife."

  Yan Fu's voice was much lowered: "If you want it in the next life, you will also want it in this life. Xiao Tang'er, I...will you still tie the red rope for me?"

  Baitang blinked: "Of course, but if you pick it off, it will be gone."

  Yan Fu was in a better mood: "Who would be so stupid to pick the red rope, anyway, I won't."

  Baitang turned his gaze: "I asked you to come in, not to talk about this."

  Yan Fu didn't think for a while: "Xiao Tang'er remind me, okay?"

   "Let go first, I'll take something."

  Baitang is very mysterious.

  Yan Fu followed curiously, and saw that she had taken a wooden box from the cabinet.

  Baitang: "Open it and have a look."

   She sneaked out to buy this.

  Yan Fu heard the words and opened the wooden box, inside was bright red silk, tied with a red string.

  When Yan Fu picked it up, he still couldn't believe his eyes, but when he glanced at Baitang who was smiling, his heart skipped a beat.

  Untied the rope and opened it.

  Yan Fu discovered that this is a marriage certificate, to be precise, it is a blank marriage certificate.

  Baitang grinds it, dips it in the thick ink of Meixiang: "Two blank marriage letters, write it yourself, keep one for you, and one for me."

  Yan Fu was like a fool, at a loss: "Didn't you say...after everything is over?"

  Baitang couldn't help laughing: "Why are you acting like a fool again at this time."

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  Today on time

  I want to write something about cherry blossoms, but I’m afraid I won’t give it

   It’s true, I’m afraid

  (end of this chapter)