The corners of Murong Cao's mouth twitched, and he endured it again and again, although he wanted to throw the strange-shaped burlap bag back on Yang Muqing, he was still trying to maintain his demeanor. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There's a living ghost in there?

This kid who doesn't trust people is testing her again?

As a pure atheist, she didn't originally believe in ghosts.

It wasn't until three years ago that a personal experience forced her to overturn her three views and rethink her life and her career.

After that, she did not hesitate to close the psychological counseling room she had painstakingly operated, and opened this nondescript "Counseling Clinic", and the business actually flourished.

But gradually, she realized that she had encountered a bottleneck, so she began to ask acquaintances to inquire about people who could see ghosts.

This is the opportunity to meet Yang Muqing.

"You're not afraid?" Yang Muqing was slightly surprised.

"You're not afraid, why should I? This little ghost should belong to the very well-behaved kind, right? "Murong Cao's best thing is to open his eyes and talk nonsense, although his forehead is already in cold sweat, he still pretends to be nothing.

"Hmm." Yang Muqing completely ignored her white and forbearant expression, and after nodding her head in affirmation, her eyes wandered, and she wandered thousands of miles.

After ten seconds of silence, Murong Cao finally understood that Yang Muqing had no intention of continuing the topic, so he had to take the initiative to guide.

"And then? That's what you gave me? Shouldn't it be storytime? “

"I caught it on the way over, I don't know where it came from, although you can't see it, you can touch it with your hands."

Murong Cao half-believed and covered his other hand, and sure enough, he noticed a low temperature, not clear, but cold.

She calmed down now, and smiled and pulled off the rope that tied the burlap bag.

Yang Muqing couldn't stop it, so he had to watch the little ghost get out of the burlap bag in a daze and rush out of the door.

"Hey!"

"Gone, huh? Follow it! ”

Before Yang Muqing came back to his senses, he was pulled off the sofa by Murong Cao and pushed out the door unceremoniously.

"You follow it, I follow you."

"What?" Yang Muqing's tone was already mixed with a little impatience.

"Do business." Murong Cao smiled, looking unfathomable.

"......" Yang Muqing actually didn't understand, but he didn't have the interest to continue asking.

Half an hour passed, and Yang Muqing had no intention of stopping.

Murong Cao felt a hot stinging pain coming from his heel, so he had to rely on chat to divert his attention: "What does that little ghost look like?" ”

"Six or seven years old, boy, naïve and naïve, wearing a cartoon pattern of lake blue pajamas and pajamas."

"Can we keep up? Is it fast? ”

"Keep up."

Murong Cao breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and suddenly frowned again: "I just left too quickly, I didn't drive the car out of the underground parking lot, it's really a mistake, I don't know how long I have to go, I haven't eaten dinner yet, and I don't have the strength......"

Yang Muqing didn't want to deal with her, but seeing that she was already limping a little when she walked, after all, she couldn't bear it, and the ghost squatted down in front of her.

Murong Cao was startled and exclaimed, "You want to carry me?" ”

"Hmm." Yang Muqing actually regretted that he was soft-hearted for a while, and his ears were red, but he was embarrassed to regret it.

"Yang Muqing, I blame you, in fact, you are a good person." Murong Cao said this purely to make fun of him, but he did feel a little moved in his heart.

Yang Muqing's fair face was flushed, but he carried Murong Cao very steadily.

Another half hour passed.

"It's so far! You said you caught it on the way, not on the train, right? ”

"It's not."

"Yang Muqing, you look weak and weak, I didn't expect you to really have a little strength, you usually practice, right?"

"Nope."

"You kid is really interesting, the appearance is as cold as ice, but the heart is very soft and hot, and you look so handsome, there must be a lot of girls chasing after you, but your hair is too long, it looks like a bad boy, if you cut it short, it must look very spiritual."

"Hmm." Yang Muqing frowned when he heard this, this new boss is too wordy, he hasn't been out for three months, can his hair not grow?

"Do you think I'm talking too much nonsense? Isn't that boring...... People, it's fun to talk nonsense......"

"Stopped." Yang Muqing carefully put down Murong Cao on his back and pinched his sore shoulders.

Murong Cao coughed in embarrassment, and immediately began to reflect on whether it was time for him to lose weight.

"It came in through the door."

Murong Cao looked at the building in front of him, it was an exquisite villa, a detached family, it could be seen that the owner's economic situation was very well-off, and the overall appearance was not inappropriate, the only strange thing was: It was almost nine o'clock in the evening, and there was no room in this villa with lights on, I don't know if the owner was not at home, or if there was something else.

"Okay, you make a note here, and we'll come back tomorrow." Murong Cao made a gesture and wanted to climb onto Yang Muqing's comfortable back again.

"I think we can take a taxi." Yang Muqing mercilessly refused.

"Well, when you get a rental, I'll come down obediently." Murong Cao's cheek skills are definitely not covered.

“…… Are you single? Yang Muqing had a headache for Murong Cao, who had no defense between men and women.

"What? Interested in me? Murong Cao's eyes lit up, and he blinked his long curly eyelashes, looking very innocent.

"Thanks, no."

"Thankfully, no, I've never been much of an office romance." After Murong Cao said this, he pulled Yang Muqing's back even more confidently, and after admiring his extremely ugly face for a while, he explained with a smile, "Don't worry, my boyfriend won't mind." ”

Yang Muqing's face was even more ugly.

"Why don't you ask me why I don't go in now?"

"Why?"

"Casting a long line to catch a big fish and letting this little imp toss for another night is good for us."

The night is dark, the autumn breeze is blowing, and the streets are empty, and there is no car to be seen.