Fang Shitian sat back in his chair, picked up the horror that he had just exuded, and turned into a pitiful little white rabbit mode in seconds, "That... If I don't go to reincarnation, how long can I still exist in the form of a ghost? ”

For a while, everyone invariably turned their attention to Chi Shuang.

Chi Shuang: "Generally speaking, the shelf life is two years. As soon as the two years are over, the soul will be gone. ”

Wen Zhi subconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes.

"Isn't that why I'm going to be lost soon?" Fang Shitian said in a relaxed tone, and even a smile appeared on his face, "It's good, it's also a blessing to see that my son is still alive." ”

"Zhang Zonghui!"

Without waiting for Fang Shitian to say the latter words, Zhang Zonghui understood: "Grandmother, rest assured, I will definitely let Xiao and Uncle recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors, you can rest assured, I will pass on the property of the Zhang family to Uncle and Ruochen in the future." ”

Zhang Ruochen: Dad...... Shout out this title, thank you.

Zhang Zonghui: It's not easy to be a father, it's not easy to be a father.

Wen Zhi interjected coldly, "I don't need to. ”

"Bang!" Fang Shitian shook his head two times in a row, "You stinky boy! Remember for me that Zhang Shiping's power and Fang Shitian's wealth have created the Zhang family today. You and they are dearest and dearest, and you can't afford to say no. ”

Wen Zhi began to wonder how his ruffian father, who had no chance to meet, fell in love with this violent woman? Seduced by beauty? Well...... It seems to be.

"Actually......" Every time Ye Tunan started with this word, everyone's eyes were porphyry, and their faces were full of anticipation.

It's a magical word, but it actually has the truth behind it, with explanations, with secrets that they don't know.

He's coming! He came with the truth!

Since Zhang Shiping can see Wen Zhi more than a hundred years ago, then he will also think of Mrs. Fang's situation. It was many years ago that he had left a hand and sold his soul to the Master. The premise is that you are still there, and if one day you want to become a human, you only need to eat his soul. But you'll age like an old man in an instant. ”

After Chi Shuang finished speaking, Fang Shitian screamed, his head shaking into a rattle, "Don't, don't!" How can someone who loves beauty like me become an old woman! Anyway, there was about the same amount of time left, so I chose to go up in smoke. ”

Zhang Zonghui: "Grandmother, maybe ......"

Fang Shitian stretched out his hand and motioned for him to shut up: "No maybe." I'm such a beauty-loving person that I don't want to grow old at all. All right! So it was decided. ”

She floated in front of Wen Zhi, her eyes flashed with star-like brilliance, and her cold voice had the gentleness and coquettishness of Wu Nong, a southern girl: "Go back and pack your luggage, move in, and accompany me, okay?" ”

Looking at this face, which was obviously not a few years older than herself, Wen Zhi couldn't refuse her no matter what, and the ghost envoy generally agreed, "Okay." I'll move over tomorrow after I finish recording the show. ”

Chi Shuang: "Ahem." ”

Wen Zhi ended, and added: "Bring my agent." ”

"Grandson." Fang Shitian's figure flickered, and he floated to Zhang Zonghui's side, "I heard that you are the ...... the big guide in the circle."

"I don't need to say it, grandmother, I have a project recently, and I want Wen and Uncle Wen to try the role of the male lead." Zhang Zonghui smiled with tears in his eyes.

This is a project he has been preparing for almost a decade, if it is smashed...... Well, ruined fortune and disaster.

"Destroy the city?" Wen Zhi turned his head abruptly, "Director Zhang, I, am I competent?" I'm afraid I can't do it......"

Fang Shitian looked at the excitement in his son's eyes, and his face showed love. The grandson is still on the road and knows the resources for the uncle.

"What is the name of Director Zhang, uncle, please call me Zong Hui or Xiao Hui."

The four young men (who seemed to have mixed in with some old Taoist priest) silently turned their heads and shook their shoulders and smiled.

Wen Zhi: "......"

Wen Zhi: "It's still Zong Hui." ”

"Hey, uncle." Zhang Zonghui smiled slightly, and the tears in his eyes flowed into his heart.