Hearing Mo Yi's annoying scream, Lu Xiaojuan also floated over, and found that the casserole in his hand was gone, and all the water in the toilet was flushed. She blinked and laughed.

"It's over! it's really cheap for those rats and turtles~"

Mo Yiyi clenched his fists, stepped on the toilet with one foot, leaned forward, and the other foot did not follow.

"Do you really want to jump in? I can help you!

Alas~

Sighing softly, Mo Yifu still decided to give up. It's not worth chasing down!

If you get lost, you will be stuck in the toilet forever, and it will really be over!

Turning to leave the toilet, not thinking about whether the soul-calming soup had fallen into the hands of rats or had been taken by some ghost.

As the saying goes, take mine and give it back to me, and spit it out if you eat mine. Sooner or later, you'll have to pay it back.

Thinking of this, Mo Yifu suddenly felt a lot relieved.

Cuckoo~

The stomach finally barked uncontrollably.

Looking at the family and friends lying around, Mo Yifu frowned.

My mother and sister still don't know the truth of the matter, so how can they explain it? As for my brother-in-law Wang Ming, he is a damned person, so he just committed suicide by jumping off a building. There are autumn leaves dotted underneath, so I don't think anything will go wrong. After all, people are also a little thin in Baocheng.

When Mo Yifu looked at Lu Xiaojuan, a flattering look slowly appeared on his face.

"Miss Lu, Lu Daxian'er, can you do it well, help me wake up my mother and sister, they have been ghosted, I am afraid that there will be any sequelae! such as amnesia or something~"

Lu Xiaoju glanced at him angrily, it was not at all like the expression made by a little girl of her age, and because of this, it looked very awkward, not sexy and charming at all.

"The ghost's upper body is a little weaker at most, just rest for a few days! It just happens to be the pain of losing a husband and a child, so you can be less sad, isn't it good?! Otherwise, under the double blow, you are not afraid that she will die of grief directly?"

"It's not that serious, is it, sad to death?"

"It's better to mourn than to die!"

Lu Xiaojuan glanced at Mo Yifu's family, and then remembered the words he had heard his mother say in the hospital before, and he was quickly relieved.

"But, the ghost down there, are you sure you can handle her?

Mo Yifu had already explained a little about accepting the maidservant before, with the soul blood in his hand, could he still be afraid of her devouring the master? He knew that Lu Xiaoju loved this mouth, but any female ghost with some qualifications could not escape from her tiger's mouth.

"Miss Lu, we are all acquaintances! Don't keep beating my attention! Look at my current team lineup, a driver and work secretary will brag; a girlfriend and life secretary, nothing! If something happens, who do I rely on? What about you, the whole thing is an Internet addict girl, and it is more difficult to see you than to ascend to the sky! So, I will take a subordinate to death, cook and wash clothes, right, how good!"

"But she also participated in the killing of your nephew!How to solve this revenge? In "Snow Mountain Flying Fox", revenge is passed down from generation to generation, and it pays attention to inheritance~"

"My nephew was killed by my indisputable brother-in-law, and I know this very well, so he is more than innocent of his death!

I hope my sister understands that this family is completely broken!

Seeing that the matter was over for the time being, that person was nowhere to be seen, and it was not in line with her character to stay here to clean up the mess, so Lu Xiaoju waved his hand, biu~ for a moment, and disappeared.

Mo Yifu pointed to the air where the other party had disappeared, and poked and poked hard, just when she was still there, it was good to poke her out of breath.

Just when he was sad and troubled, there was a sound of breaking the air outside the window, which was so strong that people couldn't help but raise their eyes to see.

Boom~

A white figure revealed.

The visitor jumped in from the windowsill, his movements were dashing and crisp, and when he saw the person he was looking for, he stepped forward in two steps and knelt on one knee.

"Master, Momiji is fortunate to live up to his life and successfully complete the task!Please instruct~"

Mo Yian's eyelids jumped. "Oh, it turned out to be Momiji! I thought it was an assassin~ The following things are all done?"

"Back to the master, yes!"

"Okay! I'm hungry, didn't you say I could cook, let's try it?"

"Yes, please give me two hours~"

Momiji went out to buy vegetables and prepared to cook a table of hard dishes for the master to scare him.

Just as she was about to go out, Mo Yi said faintly behind her back: "The soul soup was taken away by the hand that suddenly appeared in the toilet!

Momiji's body froze, and then he bowed and left.

Mo Yifu placed his mother and sister in the room, leaned on the sofa, hugged Lin Tong, and his face was full of doting.

As for Da Zhuang, he had already woken up by himself, looking around for his opponent with a frightened face. Finally, he locked his eyes on the woman in Mo Yifu's arms.

"Annoying, why hasn't Miss Lin woken up yet?

"It's okay, I hit my head!"

"You're not going to be in a vegetative state, are you?, what a good girl~"

"Get out of the way~"

Da Zhuang stood in front of the window and saw that the crowd gathered below had dispersed, leaving only a few medical staff and policemen, looking around from time to time, his eyes roaming back and forth on the twelfth floor. Obviously suspicious of this building, why don't you come up and inquire?

Looking at Mo Yifu, who was comfortably embracing a beauty on the sofa, he couldn't help but be a little discouraged. More than a month ago, the two were still a dick on the same level, but now there is a difference between cloud and mud.

"Damn, finding a rich girlfriend is different!"

Then, the doorbell rang, and Da Zhuang was suspicious, saying Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here! The police came up so fast!

When the door opened, there was a tall and big beautiful woman standing outside, with boots and a black leather skirt baseball uniform, dressed fashionably and coolly, but carrying a lot of meat and vegetables in her hands.

"Hello, I'm Momiji! You're the master's friend, right?" Momiji smiled, stood at the door, suddenly squatted down slowly holding his chest, and tears fell uncontrollably.

"Huh, are you okay?Is the onion too smoky?I'll deal with it right away!Master, your friend is crying at the door~"

Momiji went to the kitchen to get busy with the meal.

Mo Yifu saw that Momiji had changed his clothes again, as for buying vegetables, or did it matter what he wore for ghosts, it was all a trick anyway?

"Da Zhuang, what are you crying about? Hurry up, what do you look like?"

Mo Yifu waved to his friend, signaling to hurry up and come over to his brother's embrace, giving you a trace of warmth.

Da Zhuang closed the door, swallowed slowly, covered his face with his fat hands, and hated to cover himself to death~ When he looked at Mo Yifu, he was full of deep helplessness and resentment.

"I'm annoyed, I find that you've changed! You and I are no longer a class of laborers!"

Da Zhuang pointed at Mo Yi and reproached. "Back then, we were both unpretentious and lovely laborers, eating with our own hands. ”

Mo Yifu didn't understand it very much, but he seemed to feel a little bit like he usually brushed Weibo, every time he saw the news of his national husband making headlines again, he thought about why he could be so lucky and succeed casually in whatever he did. Isn't it just to have a good father?

But later events proved that you can't see other people's efforts. Especially IG won the championship, who would dare to think before the game?

"Heh~ Da Zhuang, I also earn money by writing with my own hands! You are now my secretary, and your salary will definitely be paid to you in full next month! Now I have a little thing I want to ask you for help, can you do it?"

"Uh-huh, what's the matter?" Although his friend's explanation was not enough to comfort his fragile soul, the salary could.

Mo Yifu looked at Da Zhuang and motioned for him to stand up and listen.

"Shut up from now on, don't talk anymore, I'm afraid I can't help but throw you downstairs~"