Looking at the things he took out, the corners of Uncle Zuo's mouth twitched slightly: "Mr. Song is quite professional." ”

Song Yu quickly dressed, and quietly turned his body in a different direction, revealing more of his left face.

"It should be, it should be, I can't let Mr. Hao be influenced by me."

Uncle Zuo nodded reservedly: "You're right. ”

The smile on Song Yu's face was even bigger again: "But this thing is still too troublesome to wear, and it is not breathable, Miss Ling usually doesn't wear it, as long as she does a good job of disinfection, it doesn't have much impact." ”

Uncle Zuo raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Song." ”

Song Yu smiled.

He didn't understand Uncle Zuo.

But in the information given by his subordinates, this old man is very loyal to the Hao family, and he took care of Hao Bufan day and night when he fainted.

Uncle Zuo said lightly: "My husband is a vegetative person, not a virus person. ”

Song Yu: "Huh? ”

Uncle Zuo: "Also, excessive disinfection will destroy the balance of the human body itself, if Mr. Song really wants to maintain health, it is better to read more books." ”

Song Yu:

For a while, Song Yu's face was like a marquee, constantly changing various colors.

In the live broadcast room, I don't know if it's because of Bai Linlang's lack of energy, the audience, it's not the same as before, the brainless Hao family and Ling Bingbing.

This made Mr. Song, who stole chickens and rice, even more depressed.

There was silence for half a minute, and it wasn't until Uncle Zuo pushed open the door on the second floor that he finished recharging himself and took the initiative to ask, "That.. Why is it so dark, does turning on the lights affect Mr. Hao's rest? ”

[I'm afraid it's not that the corpse is too scary! 】

Without waiting for Uncle Zuo to answer, he said again: "I don't understand, I just ask, after all, it's been so long, and everyone hasn't seen Mr. Hao." ”

Uncle Zuo didn't speak, took out his mobile phone and clicked a few times, the curtains slowly slidied, and the sunlight outside the window lit up the interior inch by inch, like a fairy slowly unveiling the veil.

I don't know if it's affected by the light, the camera brother's movements are also gentle, and the camera cuts very slowly, as if he is afraid of waking up the sleeping people in the room.

Accompanying the camera, everyone sees the huge coffin in the center of the room.

The thousand-year-old agarwood is retro and heavy, not gloomy, but a little more mysterious.

The lid of the coffin is half-opened, so that you can see inside when you get closer.

But Song Yu didn't rush closer, but carefully studied the complicated lines on it.

Studied for a long time... I don't understand.

But...

Hao Youqian was scattered when he looked for him in the middle of the night, that...

He turned his head to look at Uncle Zuo, but said to the audience in the camera: "That... Didn't you say that Mr. Hao was fine? Why do you usually put it in a coffin?

"Because it's hard to find such a large thousand-year-old agarwood." Uncle Zuo patiently explained, as he spoke, his hand pressed on it a few times, the lid of the coffin slowly opened, and a biting coolness swept over in an instant, and Song Yu shivered.

Song Yu: !

Song Yu was even more excited!

When do people need to use ice to sleep?

That must be dead!!

Feeling that he was getting closer and closer to the truth, an abnormal flush appeared on Song Yu's excited face.

His voice was trembling: "That's... So is this really convenient for live streaming? If it's inconvenient..."

Uncle Zuo seemed to be infected by his emotions, and was stunned for a few seconds before he walked to the coffin and took a deep look, revealing a relieved expression.

"Of course." He said.

"The camera teacher can also come in, just don't use a flash."

Song Yu sneered in his heart: Heh, it's not a thousand-year-old antique, and you're still afraid of flashing lights? A pile of bone scum who wants...

"!"

"Shhh

In an instant, the room resounded with one exclamation after another.

Song Yu looked at Mr. Hao in the coffin, and the shocked expletives came out.

"Nope! That's impossible! How could he..."

Uncle Zuo raised his eyebrows, and his kind gaze became deep: "What does Mr. Song mean by this?" ”

"What can't be? Are you trying to say that it is impossible for my head of the family to be alive? Does his car accident have anything to do with you? ”

As soon as Uncle Zuo's words fell, several shadows instantly poured in outside the door and window, and surrounded Song Yu with an irresistible murderous aura.

Song Yu's head was as big as a fight, and he defended again and again: "How come, I didn't mean that." ”

Uncle Zuo's face was expressionless.

The nervous sweat droplets on Song Yu's head gathered into a river and slowly flowed down.

Song Yu: "I... I mean, I haven't seen him for a few years, but I didn't expect the owner of the house to be more handsome than before, what a fairy. ”

Song Yu searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, trying hard to praise Hao Youqian's appearance, listening to it, Uncle Zuo's face was a little better.

But soon, it became serious again.

Song Yu: ???

Song Yu's heart was full of grass and mud horses and began to run wildly, can't he boast?

Uncle Zuo held his cheek with one hand, and his deep gaze scanned him from top to bottom, making Song Yu feel as if he was a piece of pork, or the kind of one that couldn't be sold at the dinner market for discounts.

Song Yu: "Left... Mr. Zuo? ”

Uncle Zuo bowed slightly: "Mr. Song is okay, don't praise it." ”

Song Yu smiled, his eyes were embarrassed: "This is not a boast, these are my heartfelt words, Mr. Hao can also afford it, I don't believe you look at the barrage, the eyes of the masses are bright." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone.

The barrage refresh speed in the live broadcast room is called fast.

[Oh my God!] 】

[Ahh 】

[Husband, husband, open your eyes and look at me! ] 】

[Attention to the merchant of a certain treasure, the business opportunity is coming, hurry up and make peripherals for my husband! ] 】

[The camera brother advises you to get acquainted, zoom in closer, and don't force me to kneel for you. 】

[Woo woo woo, wife kiss...]

Song Yu stepped forward with invitation, and just as he wanted to speak, he saw that the barrage had brushed up something else.

[Ugly Ghost Get Out]

[Ahhh

[, where did you come from, bad old man]

Song Yu: #$^&%!$#

Uncle Zuo has always worked in the Hao family, and he faces beautiful women and handsome guys every day, he knows that his family owner is quite handsome, but he doesn't have a specific concept.

Seeing that everyone said this, he suddenly realized that Hao Youqian was really attractive.

It seems that Song Yu is a little upset?

Uncle Zuo gently pressed the button on the coffin, lowered the half-pulled coffin lid, and blocked half of Hao Youqian's face.

"Mr. Song, I know that our gentleman is very handsome, but he already has a master."

"And, the blue child likes the blue child, it is not protected by the law in the flower planter's house, and you are married, please don't do immoral things."

Song Yu: ......

He likes to be big!!

Compared to the lack of morality, who is more scary than your family in the middle of the night!!

He was so angry that he was smoking, but the live broadcast was not over yet, and he couldn't turn around and leave.

倒是左叔等了半晌都没等到他跳脚，不禁觉得无趣，打了个手势让暗卫退下，他便也准备离开了。

Seeing this, Song Yu hurriedly followed: "Mr. Zuo, my task..."

Uncle Zuo gave him a strange look: "You go on, I didn't tell you to leave." ”

Turned his head and looked at the camera again: "You can continue to shoot, just don't move the coffin." ”

Song Yu looked cautious: "Is there any mechanism?" "So those patterns are all charms, aren't they?

Uncle Zuo smiled: "There is no organ, it's just that my husband doesn't like ugly things and has a bit of a serious cleanliness habit, Mr. Song, you can understand, right?" ”

Song Yu: #$^&%!$#他理解个头!!