On the sofa, He Zichen's round body was wrapped in a blanket, only one head was exposed, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Sang Zi, who was practicing calligraphy.

"Mom, look in my eyes and tell me the truth."

Sang Zi rolled his eyes, "He Yan is teaching me how to write." ”

"You're bullying me for my young age, aren't you?" He Zichen squinted his eyes, "Your posture is the most standard plot pose in the TV series." ”

If he hadn't appeared in time, the next scene would have been ......

Unsightly!

The little guy closed his eyes, and his expression was indescribable.

He was a little flustered, walked off the sofa barefoot, and arched Sangzi's arm with his head.

"Mom, promise me that you can't fall in love with He Yan."

Sang Zi wrote the last word and put down the pen.

She crossed her arms around her chest, intending to tease the little one, "Why, don't you still want us to get married?" ”

He Yan went to take a shower, and when Sang Zi said this, he checked that the door of the lounge was closed.

"If you fall in love with him, you won't be able to bear to beat him." He Zichen pursed his lips.

Sang Zi picked him up, "Little ghost, have you ever watched that kind of bad guy when you watched the TV series." ”

"What?"

"Seduce him with beauty first, and then don't play with him, make him sad to death." Sang Zi's tone was vicious, as if He Yan had already loved her.

Pan Tao's face was entangled, and she pursed her lips, "I'm mainly worried that you will be seduced by He Yan's beauty." ”

Sang Zi: "......"

Snort –

A sneer rang out.

As soon as Sang Zi looked up, he happened to see He Yan standing not far away in pajamas, wiping his hair with a towel.

"Little ghost, although you don't have good eyesight, you have good judgment."

Sang Zi saw He Yan floating in front of him, and stuck out his tongue vigorously at his back.

"Saturday is a celebration banquet, and when the time comes, you have to sign in front of countless cameras, and then if it is still this kind of ghost letter." He Yan turned around, his expression was obvious.

Sang Zichen got up with He Zichen and walked to the lounge, "Don't worry, Mr. He taught me by hand, I will not lose your people." ”

Passing by He Yan's side, she deliberately lowered her voice and blew softly in the man's ear.

The door closed behind him.

He Yan frowned, "The little ghosts really like mangoes." ”

The girl passed by, and the sweet smell of mango was all around him, and the cunning burrowed into his nose and mixed with his mint fragrance.

***

Late at night, at the gate of Kyoto

Xu Mumu was carrying a suitcase, embarrassed, and Director Zhao's voice was still in her ears.

"Classmate Xu Mumu, you have seriously violated school discipline and school rules, and after the principal's office has decided to expel you."

What did she say in order to take care of her face, so she was specially allowed to leave early so as not to be ridiculed by her classmates.

Sangzi, it's all because of Sangzi.

If it weren't for Sang Zi, she would definitely be able to firmly grasp Qin Ziji's heart, and maybe she could marry into the Qin family. If it weren't for Sang Zi, she wouldn't have been expelled from Kyoto University.

Now that everything is gone, you will definitely be killed when you go home.

Rather than live and suffer again, it is better to be a hundred.

A big truck drove over in the distance, Xu Mumu squinted his eyes, clasped his hands and took steps slowly.

Sang Zi, you won't end well, wait until I become a ghost......

A screeching sound of brakes, accompanied by the instinctive screams of the girl.

"Neurotic?! M's, harm others and hurt yourself! ”

The driver of the big truck cursed, got out of the car and dragged the girl by the hair to the side of the road.

"If you want to die and jump off the building, run to the side of the road to harm people, you can only be the lowest ghost if you are a ghost!"

In her ears was the cursing sound of the driver walking away, Xu Mumu was stiff and unable to move, the fear of the moment when death was approaching had not yet dissipated, and her brain could not control her body.

You can't die, if you die, you're really nothing.

She shivered and looked up, but was forced to close her eyes by the approaching headlights.

"Miss Xu."

In a trance, he heard someone calling him, Xu Mumu looked up evasively, and vaguely saw the person sitting in the car.

"Such a small setback, and you plan to die?"

The thin and cool sound brushed the eardrums and made people tremble.

Xu Mumu opened her eyes wide and looked into the car.

***

Sang Zi slept in the lounge with the little guy, and He Yan slept on the sofa outside alone, without interfering with each other.

There was silence inside.

Sang Zi was tired for a day, so he fell asleep.

Suddenly, the sound of small chatters came from my ears.

Sang Zi woke up in a daze, propped himself up and looked around, so sleepy that his eyes were black.

The gaze was fixed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the small figure sat under the moonlight, holding a pillow in his arms, and was talking in a low voice.

Sang Zi glanced at the side at hand, the place where He Zichen was supposed to lie was empty.

She scratched at the back of her head, "Imp? What do you do without sleep in the middle of the night? ”

"Huh?"

The little figure in the shadow slowly turned his head, raised a little fat finger, and made a "shhhhh

Sang Zi frowned, seeing that something was wrong with the little guy, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and also sat down by the window.

"Peach?"

"Hmm." The little guy nodded, looking at the moon with a foolish look in his eyes, his body swaying from side to side, and his mouth seemed to be singing.

Sang Zi's first reaction was sleepwalking, the first time she encountered this situation, she was a little confused.

"Okay, let's go back to bed together?"

Pan Tao turned her head to look at her, smiled innocently, and then crawled towards her.

The little guy was soft, pulled Sang Zi's arm, consciously got into her arms, and then hugged himself with her two arms.

"The Moon."

Sang Zi didn't understand what he meant, and then answered, "It's quite bright." ”

During the day, she felt that this child's mind was different from that of ordinary children, and said that he was smart, and some of the words were reversed, saying that he was stupid, and that he was obviously more mature than ordinary children.

It's late at night, and it's not good to wake people up again.

Sang Zi hugged the little guy, thinking about the song Sang Xuehua sang to him when he was a child, and hummed quietly.

Pan Tao leaned on her arms, not seeming to be sleepy, but enjoying it, squinting and listening.

Sang Zidu was about to put himself to sleep, and his voice became smaller and quieter.

Just before she was about to go to sleep, Pan Tao in her arms suddenly tugged at her hair.

"Why don't you sing?"

Sang Zi woke up with a spirit, "......"

She smacked her mouth, looked down at the little ghost's expectant eyes, and smiled dryly, "Sing, keep singing." ”

Sleepwalking is so torturous.

There was no way, Sang Zi could only continue to sing.

When I was tired at the end of the song, I leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window and hummed twice while holding the little one.

Until dawn, Pan Tao finally let her go and was quiet for a while.

Sang Zi fell asleep in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and suddenly felt that someone picked her up, and she subconsciously hugged the peach in her arms.

"Mommy !!"

"He Zichen, be quiet." Cool male voice.

Sang Zi had a splitting headache and struggled to hold up his eyelids.