"Hi guys, cheers!"

Song Ning suddenly took a radio that a kid took out of the house, and turned on the button to play a cool song.

The restless and rhythmic music suddenly exploded in this quiet afternoon.

Mr. Cao and Mr. Han's hearts trembled suddenly, and they quickly covered their ears.

As soon as Song Ning's voice was heard, the whole yard was in chaos.

Densely packed ghosts stood in the yard, twisting their waists in unison to the beat of Song Ning.

The male ghost in the long gown also danced to Song Ning's rhythm, but the person standing next to him was Cao Hongyuan.

Cao Hongyuan not only has the red light of justice of a state official, but also has the blinding golden light of merit.

The air around him was as hot as the oil used to cook dumplings, not a single ghost could be seen.

He created a vacuum.

The male ghost in the long gown accidentally stepped within five steps of Cao Hongyuan, and then he suddenly came to his senses as if he had been scalded.

"What's wrong with me..."

The male ghost in the long gown stared in amazement at the ghosts in front of him who were flailing their arms and legs wildly. He endured the pain of being burned and did not dare to move a step.

"Everyone is getting excited... Oh oh!"

Song Ning was probably the most excited one among them. She jumped around the most happily, and the ghosts in the yard that she summoned also twisted their bodies wildly to her rhythm.

In a sense, Song Ning was definitely the king of control of the entire game.

Cao Hongyuan pinched his brows in annoyance. Since he joined the Special Events Bureau, he had never encountered such a headache as today.

Who would have thought that the main purpose of the drunken little girl who summoned so many ghosts was to force them to dance with her?

Cao Hongyuan didn't know for a moment whether he should feel sorry for himself who would have to clean up the mess soon, or for the ghosts who were "forced" to dance.

"Let me see your hands..."

Song Ning clenched his fist and placed it to his lips to act as a microphone, and raised the other hand high, making a downward gesture.

As soon as the gesture was made, all the ghosts immediately raised their arms.

The people on the corridor were stunned by this scene, and Cao Hongyuan also looked confused for a moment.

What is she...doing?

"Where's the left hand?"

Song Ning changed his fist and raised his left hand again, and the ghosts in the yard also raised their left hands in unison.

"Very!"

Song Ning jumped up and down excitedly, "Now do the same as me, wave your hands together..."

The yard was crowded with ghosts who had died in various ways. They immediately started waving their arms together, and each of them looked like a large water plant.

Cao Hongyuan's eyebrows furrowed, and he suddenly strode into a small reception room next to the storage room.

He remembered that there was a phone number inside, and he wanted to ask Qiao Bo and Song Ning what to do when they got drunk?

He no longer cared about saving face, and in just a short while he heard dozens of screams.

Although the Cao family's land is not small, it is not very far from the Zuo and Xu families. It would be troublesome if they scared the neighbors.

Song Ning didn't know that Cao Hongyuan was going to complain to Qiao Bo, and she was still excitedly shouting the beat and leading the dance.

Others may not know Qiao Bo's itinerary, but Cao Hongyuan knows it very clearly.

Cao Hongyuan called directly to the hospital where Liu Xuan lived, and the call was then transferred to the floor where Qiao Ran was.

"You said... Song Ning was drunk?"

There was an indescribable weirdness to Qiao Bo's voice coming through the microphone.

Cao Hongyuan didn't know whether it was a problem of distortion in the telephone transmission or his illusion...

"How much did you drink?"

Before Cao Hongyuan could figure out how to answer the first question, the second question came right up.

"Three cups! Small wine glasses that are about the thickness of a thumb and about one finger deep..."

Cao Hongyuan's attention has always been on Song Ning, so he naturally knows how much Song Ning has drunk.

"Wait till you sober up!"

Qiao Bo spoke briefly and to the point. After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but smile and hung up the phone with a click.

Song Ning's lethality will "increase dramatically" after getting drunk. I hope Cao Erzi will not be left with any psychological trauma...

Qiao Bo prayed for Cao Hongyuan half-heartedly in his heart, but the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger.

Bang!

Cao Hongyuan hung up the phone with a grim face, and before things got out of control, he strode over to Song Ning.

"Be good! Take all these things away, I will dance with you..."

Cao Hongyuan forced a smile on his face and coaxed Song Ning in a frustrated tone.

"Well…"

Song Ning burped again and agreed with a big tongue, "Tu...You are handsome and you are right!"

"I'll do as you say...scatter!"

As Song Ning waved her hand gently, the ghosts in the yard disappeared instantly.

The speed at which it disappeared was almost reaching the speed of death, just like being chased by a dog.

"Handsome guy...they're all gone...you dance with me..."

Before she finished saying the last word "dance", Song Ning closed her eyes, threw herself into Cao Hongyuan's arms and fell asleep.

Cao Hongyuan closed his eyes, gathered his strength, and picked up Song Ning with a gloomy face.

Does she know how embarrassing her current look is? !

"Um... I didn't mean to disturb you..."

The long-robed male ghost looked at Cao Hongyuan awkwardly, "It seems I can't go back to the tree..."

"If you can't go back, then don't go back. Clean up the yard!"

Cao Hongyuan glanced at him coldly, and the male ghost in the long gown lowered his eyes subconsciously.

Cao Hongyuan ignored him and strode out of the yard holding Song Ning.

As they left, the air in the yard, which seemed to be condensing, suddenly dispersed.

"Was I dreaming just now..."

The third aunt's straight back suddenly slumped, and she looked for Liu Dafu with blank eyes.

"Yes, you are dreaming! Shall we go back?"

Today was very exciting, and Liu Dafu's head was dizzy at the moment. His ex-wife, an exceptionally well-behaved daughter-in-law, went home with a dreamy look on her face.

Mr. Cao glanced at Mrs. Han who was standing next to Mr. Han without leaving a trace, and left quickly with an embarrassed look on his face.

Only the dizzy Old Han was left staring at the two ghosts.

It’s really exciting!

Bang…

Song Ning was rudely thrown into a large wooden barrel filled with warm water by Cao Hongyuan.

Gurgle…

Song Ning closed her eyes and sank into the water unconsciously.

Cao Hongyuan impatiently stretched out his arm to fish out Song Ning, and at the same time grabbed a bath towel and threw it on her head, covering her wet upper body tightly.

Cao Hongyuan filtered through the candidates who could help Song Ning take a bath in his mind, and finally, with a sullen face, he asked Xiao Zhao to call Aunt Zhao.

Aunt Zhao is one of the few female service staff in the Cao family. She is the person responsible for Mr. Cao's health care and can be considered a trustworthy person.

After leaving Song Ning to Zhang Ma, Cao Hongyuan went into the next room in a depressed mood.

He also got caught in the rain, and his clothes were wet and stuck to his body, which exacerbated his inner irritability.

But he obviously let go too early.

Cao Hongyuan closed his eyes and just as he immersed his body in the warm water, he was startled by Aunt Zhao's scream and stood up suddenly.

He picked up a piece of clothing at random, put it on loosely, and rushed out of the room with big strides.

"What is it?"

"She...he..."

Aunt Zhao sat outside the door with her plump body, pointing at the room where Song Ning was, and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Cao Hongyuan's heart skipped a beat and he walked into Song Ning's room with a gloomy face.

"Here comes another one..."

An exceptionally feminine male voice suddenly sounded beside Cao Hongyuan's ears, followed by a gust of strange, chilling wind.

Cao Hongyuan frowned tightly, ghost?