Wei Yan rubbed his forehead, "Where is the spare key to your house?" ”

Song Jin said: "You bow your head. ”

Wei Yan bowed his head.

Song Jin said: "Then squat." ”

Wei Yan was silent, but still squatted down.

Song Jin said: "Take a deep breath! ”

Wei Yan: "......"

Song Jin said: "Do you see the flower pot next to you?" ”

Wei Yan resisted the urge to kill people, and said as calmly as possible, "So the key is in the flower pot?" ”

"yes."

"......" Wei Yan stood up and asked her calmly, "Then what are you doing with so many steps in front of you?" ”

The little girl twisted around and said sincerely, "I'm afraid you won't find the flower pot, you see how meticulous I said, you can know where the flower pot is at a glance." ”

Wei Yan: "...... I'd love to kill you if I could. ”

Song Jin said: "......"

Wei Yan looked around the soil of the flower pot, but did not find the key, he frowned slightly, and looked at Song Jin inquiringly, this time Song Jin didn't dare to touch his moldy head, and said cautiously, "In the flowers, you have to peel off the flowers one by one to see." ”

Wei Yan: "......" is OK, and he has a sense of crisis.

When Wei Yan opened the door and entered, the layout of the room was the same as he thought.

Song Jin has had a video with Wei Yan before, and Song Jin can't be quiet, and he always likes to do something when he videos.

For example, brushing her teeth, and then Wei Yan visited the bathroom of her room in disguise, such as doing yoga, in short, the two of them video, he watched her room more times than her face.

He went in and closed the door.

The room is still air-conditioned, the temperature is a little low, Song Jin's body is lying on the bed, and his body is covered with a quilt, except for the slightly abnormal pale face, he can't see any difference from normal people, and his skin is cold to the touch.

It's not that Wei Yan hasn't seen dead people, when he was filming before, he also deliberately went to the morgue to hone his courage, but looking at the two Song Jin in front of him, it always felt a little strange.

Lifting the quilt, her body was indeed wearing the same nightdress as her soul body.

Not only cool, but also exposed.

Although Wei Yan had been prepared, he was still shocked.

Song Jin became a ghost before, his body was translucent, the color of his skin was transparent and difficult to distinguish, he was good-looking, but he lacked a little bit of the beauty of a normal person's body.

And the little girl on the bed is in good shape, the snow-white mass exposed on her chest is hard to ignore, the skirt only reaches the thighs, the straight legs and slender arms are exposed like this, the skin is fair and lush, and the dark blue sheets are incredible.

Song Jin saw that he was staring at her body for so long, looked at "himself" on the bed, looked at Wei Yan again, and swallowed his saliva:

"You don't think anything wrong about my body, do you? I know I'm good-looking, but if you... If...... Oh, this won't work, you're a treacherous ......."

"Shut up!" Wei Yan glanced at her, she couldn't bear it, "If you have time to think about it, it's better to think about how to take yourself out!" ”

Song Jin stopped talking.

At this time, there was a knock at the door: "Jinjin, are you awake?" ”

Wei Yan frowned slightly.

"Why is this door locked? Reserved... Open the door, the Emperor Wei is coming to you, have you seen anyone? Mother Song asked outside again.

Wei Yan's eyes sank, and he hurriedly spoke, "Auntie, I'm in her room, and now she's washing, you can come back later." ”

"Okay," he said, but Mother Song still didn't leave, and said with a smile: "Wei Yan, then you open the door for Auntie, and I will serve you some fruit." ”