Chapter 407 There will be something interesting to watch on the Resurrection Night tonight

"I'm really fine." Ming Zhuo thought for a moment, put his hand on Gu Xu's hand, and leaned his forehead over to touch Gu Xu's forehead.

"Feel it, I didn't lie to you."

Gu Xu: "..."

"What are you doing?" Li Wenhe walked in and saw this scene, and his eyes changed immediately.

Gu Xu closed his eyes suddenly. He now felt that Ming Zhuo had no problems, and maybe he was the one with the problem.

Those resentments did not pollute Ming Zhuo, but they might have polluted him indirectly.

Otherwise, how could he really have lustful thoughts at that moment and almost couldn't control himself.

Gu Xu turned around and walked out without saying a word.

Ming Zhuo looked at Li Wenhe in confusion: "Why are you so loud all of a sudden? What if you scare Ah Xu?"

She had just opened her sea of ​​consciousness, and Gu Xu didn't seem to be on guard. If he was frightened at this time, it would be easy to cause irreversible damage to his brain!

Li Wenhe: "What are you not doing?"

"No, he is worried that I am controlled by evil spirits, and I am just proving my innocence." Ming Zhuo said frankly.

Li Wenhe felt something was wrong, "Wait a minute, the way you prove your innocence..."

Ming Zhuo: "Open your sea of ​​consciousness for him to see, oh, I will wrap his soul with magic power, he will be fine."

Li Wenhe: "..."

The question is whether there is any problem, the question is the fusion of souls, why does it sound so much like double cultivation?

But Mingzhuo's expression was too frank, and Li Wenhe couldn't find any point to question him.

Just then, He Wangyao walked in a few steps behind, and said in a misty voice, "What's wrong with Ah Xu? Why does he look a little strange? Is he sick? His ears are so red."

Mingzhuo: "No, Ah Xu's temperature is normal."

Just now I experienced it myself, and it's not wrong!

He Wangyao: "Boss, how do you know..."

Li Wenhe suddenly interrupted him, "If you said you're not sick, then you're not sick. Why are you asking so many questions?"

He Wangyao: "..."

No, Wenwen, you're so fierce all of a sudden! What's going on!

Mingzhuo: "Okay, let's not talk about this. How is the Cheng family?"

He Wangyao came back to his senses and reported on the situation of the Cheng family in the past few days.

He did not stay at Cheng's house every day. Instead, he had an idea and spent money to hire a private detective to enter Cheng's house with a different face every day to observe the situation.

Anyway, there were many people who came to Cheng's house to pay their respects these days, and many people came in and out every day. No one noticed a few unfamiliar faces sneaking in.

"Cheng Jingru has been keeping vigil these days, from day to night and from night to day. He only sleeps for four or five hours when he can't stand it anymore." He Wangyao said.

The locals have the custom of children keeping vigil, usually until the seventh day. These seven days are very tiring. Generally, only filial sons and grandsons need to endure this, but daughters don't have to.

But Cheng Jinghao couldn't bear the hardship and ran away long ago. Fortunately, Cheng Jingru was very tough and held on, so as not to make others laugh at him.

He Wangyao felt a little bit of admiration in her heart. Others could take shifts or catch up on sleep during the day, but she really managed to get through it on her own.

Ming Zhuo's phone dinged, and she opened it to take a look. "You look so haggard? You've lost a lot of weight."

He Wangyao leaned over to take a look, and suddenly she felt terrible.

I don't know who it is, but he actually goes to Cheng's house every day to live broadcast Cheng Jingru's wake!

If he had known that someone was live streaming, he would have just stayed in the live broadcast room. Why did he bother to find someone to come to the house every day!

It made him look like a fool, a waste of money and effort!

Ming Zhuo comforted him: "At least I have confirmed with my own eyes that the person kneeling there is Cheng Jingru himself, so it's not in vain."

"Why is it not in vain? Boss, don't comfort me!" He Wangyao flipped through the live broadcast records and was almost shutting himself off.

Li Wenhe couldn't help but frown: "You said that it is confirmed that the person kneeling there is Cheng Jingru herself, what does that mean? Could it be someone else pretending to be her?"

He Wangyao also suddenly remembered that Yuan Qingwan pretended to be her biological daughter, and he had a terrible idea.

"Could it be that Cheng Jingru is also pretended by Liu Manling?"

Ming Zhuo: "What are you thinking? They don't look alike, how can they pretend? It's not for this reason."

She paused and said with a smile, "Cheng Jingru has never left the Cheng family, which proves that something has not left the Cheng family. Let's go, there will be something interesting to watch tonight's Resurrection Night."

——Gu

Xu finally followed the action at night.

Ming Zhuo was browsing his mobile phone at the time, watching the live broadcast of Cheng Jingru's vigil.

This anchor claimed to be secretly broadcasting, but the strange thing is that he has been broadcasting for several days, and no one has discovered it, and no one has scolded him to leave, saying that this is disrespectful to the deceased.

There are many fans gathered in the live broadcast room, and there were people cursing in the first two days. Some people

scolded the anchor for eating human blood buns to gain popularity, and some scolded Cheng Jingru for directing and acting in a show, wanting to be famous.

But after seven days, no one questioned these things, but instead hugged the little junior sister out of heartache. Cheng Jingru

's sleepless toughness during these seven days is admirable, and the visible haggardness and weight loss are also distressing.

The negative impact of the poor performance in the recording of the program in Hongguang Building has been eliminated.

If anyone brings up these things again, many people will scold her, saying that mother and daughter are connected by heart, and Cheng Jingru must have sensed that something was going to happen to her mother, so she was always restless and didn't behave well.

Her mother is dead, and those who scold her are heartless.

Even if some people think that these are two different things, after all, the dead are the greatest, and no one will continue to argue.

Cheng Jingru was even praised for insisting on keeping vigil for seven days, saying that many young people nowadays have no conscience, and there are not many daughters as filial as Cheng Jingru.

Because of the high level of discussion, it was also on the hot search.

Gu Xu saw that she was looking at the hot search, and handed the tablet in his hand to her, "Someone is pushing public opinion behind this matter."

The tablet shows the changes in Cheng Jingru's fans and popularity in a very intuitive way. The amazing thing is that she has gained another 200,000 or 300,000 fans in the past few days.

These fans are not bought. Most of them are active fans, which means they really like Cheng Jingru.

He Wangyao then realized that Gu Xu was the first person to notice Cheng Jingru's live broadcast of the wake. He was a little confused. "Every time Cheng Jingru becomes popular, she always finds a different way."

He has seen people become popular in various ways, but he has never seen anyone become popular

by live broadcasting the wake. It wasn't even Cheng Jingru who did the live broadcast herself, but someone else did it secretly.

"Being popular is quite mysterious." As a host, He Wangyao expressed envy.

Ming Zhuo: "Some are metaphysics, some are not."

He Wangyao: "I understand, posing for photos is not uncommon. But Cheng Jingru doesn't need to do that, right? A master of the mystical sect doesn't need to be exposed to the public all the time, it's not conducive to practice."

After he entered the mystical sect, he consciously reduced his live broadcast work.

The most important thing for a practitioner is to cultivate his mind. If his mind is not stable, how can he improve his practice?

Cheng Jingru is extremely talented. Of course, he can't be compared with a pervert like Ming Zhuo, but he is definitely a master of the mystical sect. Why ruin his future?

Ming Zhuo: "It's not necessary for ordinary people, but Cheng Jingru is different. Let's not talk about it for now. It's about time, let's go."