"Grandma boasted...... Ahem, isn't this mask too eye-catching? I was a little uncomfortable and quickly changed the subject.

The funeral home is supposed to take care of white things, and as an apprentice, it is inevitable that I will be a little inappropriate to wear a red mask on my face.

"I've got the final say." Song Ding looked at it with satisfaction, then coughed lightly, turned around and led the way.

Mrs. Chen lived in a villa in Ronghua Garden, and the old man was very happy to see us coming.

"Young man, come in and sit down, and I'll pour you tea."

"Old lady, don't be so troublesome......"

Mrs. Chen waved her hand indifferently and went to the side to get busy.

Taking advantage of this time, I looked around and was amazed.

"I feel that the family lives quite harmoniously, so is the old lady really deceived?"

Song Ding chuckled and was silent.

After Mrs. Chen boiled the water, she also sat down and happily pulled Song Ding to chat.

"When my grandson comes back, you will say that you are a volunteer in the community, and you will come to help change the light bulb."

As we spoke, we heard the sound of the villa door being opened.

It seems that Mrs. Chen's grandson, Zhang Jiahao, has returned.

"Grandma!"

"Jiahao is back." Mrs. Chen got up and handed Zhang Jiahao a glass of water.

"Grandma, these two are ......"

I raised my head, glanced at Zhang Jiahao, and chuckled in my heart.

This person's eyes are very uncomfortable.

Zhang Jiahao stared straight at me, his eyes full of greed.

"We are volunteers." Song Ding stepped forward and stood in front of me.

The discomfort in my heart subsided a little.

"Hello...... By the way, grandma, Sun Yue will work overtime tonight and will not come back. ”

"This girl is really good, and her family is not bad for her salary, so she has to go to work." Mrs. Chen complained, and immediately looked at us, "You two have worked hard today, why don't you stay and eat for one night." ”

"Then it's troublesome."

Why did Song Ding agree, and what did he want to do?

I looked at Song Ding suspiciously, but Song Ding just smiled.

Again, don't tell me anything.

Fortunately, Mrs. Chen's house was big enough to arrange two rooms for us.

"You can stay here tonight, you can knock on my door for anything, I sleep very lightly." Old Mrs. Chen said with a smile.

"Grandma, what can happen at home, don't worry." Zhang Jiahao walked over from the living room with a haha.

I don't know if it's my delusion, Zhang Jiahao's gaze seems to have been wandering over me.

It was dark at night, and just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard the sound of the door locking.

Is it Song Ding?

I just wanted to call Song Ding's name, but suddenly I felt that something was wrong.

This person is not Song Ding, and Song Ding will not have such a heavy breathing sound.

Could it be Zhang Jiahao?

My hands were clenched tightly and my palms were covered with sweat.

The slight light hit my face, but it made me feel a little relieved.

"Hell!"

Zhang Jiahao's exclamation came, followed by the sound of a hasty escape.

The sound of the door opening came from the rooms of Mrs. Chen and Song Ding, and it seemed that everyone had woken up.

I pretended to have just woken up and rubbed my eyes and walked out of the room, and in the hall, Song Ding and Mrs. Chen were there.

"What just happened?" I asked knowingly.

"I think I heard your grandson shouting about ghosts." Song Ding looked at Mrs. Chen with a smile.

Mrs. Chen was a little embarrassed and led us to the door of Zhang Jiahao's room.

"Jiahao, are you sleeping?"