Chapter 89 Water Ghost 12
In recent days, Zhou Qingyan has changed, which is of course good for him, but it naturally has a negative impact on Yu Jiao.
Zhou Qingyan said that Yu Jiao's water could enable him to better control his body in the soul state, and the black air that was wrapped around him became more and more handy. Yu Jiao just thought he was being a hooligan, but gradually, every time they kissed, Zhou Qingyan's condition was indeed better than before.
When he first appeared, he was unable to touch any entity. As the amount of liquid he was deprived of increased, he was not only able to maintain his form during the day, but he could even control the black air to block the sunlight that seeped in.
Bright, warm sunlight seeped in through the glass window, like a drop of water falling into a sponge, instantly wrapped in the soft sponge and absorbed without a trace. Yu Jiao's house had been in a damp state for a long time. Strangely, she did not feel any discomfort in her body. Zhou Qingyan explained that it was because she had swallowed his heart.
Yu Jiao was about to forget about this matter, but when he mentioned it, she ate vegetarian food for several days and felt like vomiting when she saw meat.
Zhou Qingyan would wait for her at home while she was at work, but lately, Yu Jiao had noticed he was growing increasingly dissatisfied. He not only pestered her to buy her a new phone—which she didn't, of course—but instead fully charged her old one for him to use. She also had to deal with countless messages from him during work. Even more terrifying, when Yu Jiao opened a package, she found a parasol she had never purchased.
Parasol?
Yu Jiao's face turned dark.
He wouldn't want to work with me, would he?
I really don’t know what sin I have committed to be haunted by ghosts.
When Yu Jiao returned home, besides the fragrant aroma of food, there was also a thick, indissoluble black aura that instantly wrapped around her wrists and climbed up to her neck. Fortunately, she closed the door quickly, otherwise it would have been terrible if someone saw it...
etc?
Why is she afraid of being seen?
She should be expecting someone to find her and save her from danger!
Yu Jiao didn't worry too much because Zhou Qingyan came towards her with hot food and put the stewed fish soup on the table. He wiped his hands with a tissue and clamped her jaw with his clean hands. His nose tip suddenly approached her neck, and he sniffed her scent like a beast, and the gloom in his eyes faded.
As if he didn't mind that she worked all day, he asked casually, "Did anything interesting happen during work?"
Yu Jiao sighed and came again.
She didn't know what was wrong with the man. Perhaps she shouldn't expect his brain circuits to be the same as those of ordinary people. After all, he was a ghost at the moment, and a nasty ghost who only vomited disgust at his own corpse. He had also worked when he was alive. Didn't he know how boring and uninteresting it was during work?
She recited her daily schedule as if reciting a diary: "After breakfast, I went to the office... I organized lesson plans, started class, and then ended the class. I ate lunch. Oh, and I was pestered for an hour by a classmate's mother, asking for gifts and to pay more attention to her child... Well, after get off work, I went home. That's it."
Zhou Qingyan's fingertips moved slowly along her neck, giving Yu Jiao the feeling that if she said something that didn't go his way, it would be broken. She swallowed her saliva in fear and watched his expression change cautiously.
He asked, "Anything else?"
Yu Jiao thought about it and said, "That's all."
Zhou Qingyan was silent: "Did anyone call you?"
Yu Jiao: "Yes..." Her neck ached as Zhou Qingyan's lips pressed against it, his teeth rubbing against the thin skin on her neck. She cursed inwardly, determined to get revenge sooner or later. Her tone remained obedient: "Yes, I just said it! The student's mother!"
Zhou Qingyan persisted: "Did the student's father call you?"
Yu Jiao endured it again and again. Zhou Qingyan's pale face was so close to her. His blood-red eyes made her hair stand on end. She felt as if the place where he bit her was passed through by an electric current, numb and making her spine shiver. She simply closed her eyes, not looking to avoid fear. She gritted her teeth and cursed, "Zhou Qingyan...you are sick!"
Zhou Qingyan laughed, hugged her waist, and buried his face in her chest. The tremors of his laughter penetrated her chest. Yu Jiao was made stiff by this intimate posture. Even when he let go, took off her coat, led her into the bathroom, washed her hands with warm water, and wiped them clean with a towel, the strange feeling still did not disappear.
Like taking care of a child.
Yu Jiao was pressed into a chair. Zhou Qingyan scooped a bowl of fish soup and placed it in front of her. "Try it and see if it tastes the way you like it. I added vinegar to enhance the flavor. Your taste is bland, so add half a teaspoon of salt. Try it and see if there's anything you want to improve."
As he spoke, he picked up a large piece of fish with chopsticks, picked out the fish bones and placed it in the small bowl in front of her.
Yu Jiao's eyelids were twitching.
There's no need to be so careful, right?
He made it hard for her not to think too much.
Isn't it the case that when raising pigs, you have to fatten them up before you can start farming?
Zhou Qingyan: "What are you thinking about?"
Yu Jiao: “Nothing, nothing.” She lowered her head to drink the soup, eating all the fish he handed her without leaving a single bite, feeling at ease. He was wearing his own clothes and living in his own house, so what was wrong with being served by him?
Yu Jiao's belly was full after eating. She had already gotten used to Zhou Qingyan's focused gaze during the meal and treated him as a sculpture or a waiter. Zhou Qingyan consciously carried the dishes into the kitchen to do the final cleanup, while Yu Jiao curled up on the sofa and turned on the TV to relax.
His eyes inadvertently swept across the big red banner placed on the table.
Open it and see——
"Congratulations to Ms. Shi Wanning and her boss Cheng He for spending a wonderful night together."
"Congratulations to Ms. Liu Jing and her boss Cheng He for spending a wonderful night together."
"I've come to congratulate Shi Wanning, the daughter of the Shi family, for being willing to become a concubine for love."
“…”
Yu Jiao was stunned.
Zhou Qingyan finished sorting and came over. Seeing this, he sat down next to her and explained, "These photos are hung at the company entrance. Cheng He's family is not in Qingcheng City. I have forwarded the email to his family group. As for the remaining photos... Liu Jing's parents work in a government department. This kind of thing is a moral stain, not to mention that there are photos of Liu Jing in the email..."
Liu Jing had finally made love with her beloved, so how could she bear to give up such a great opportunity to leave evidence? Those photos were not only used to sever Cheng He's relationship, but also kept as a souvenir for her to enjoy.
Zhou Qingyan was originally a computer expert. He hacked into her phone according to the email address and obtained the photos she had stored in her private album, as well as many more explicit photos. He didn't want Yu Jiao to see them and pollute her eyes.
As for Shi Wanning, her family was not as privileged as Liu Jing said. Instead, they ran a fruit shop in a small county town in Qingcheng. The couple were simple and honest people, and they thought they had educated their daughter to be successful.
Those banners were for their parents to see.
Zhou Qingyan's morals, conscience, and kindness had long since rotted away under the snow-capped mountains along with his body. He only knew that if they made Yu Jiao unhappy, they would have to bear the consequences.
Yu Jiao listened silently: "How to hang up?"
So embarrassing.
I really want them to pay the price though.
But it doesn't seem worth wasting time and energy on this kind of thing.
Zhou Qingyan blinked at her: "Jiaojiao wants to know?"
Yu Jiao nodded.
Zhou Qingyan opened his arms.
Yu Jiao was confused: "What do you mean?"
Zhou Qingyan looked at her with a smile.
His pupils were trying their best to suppress the dark crimson color. Yu Jiao saw her own reflection in his dark pupils. She was confused and puzzled, but she did not have the decadent and self-loathing feeling after cheating on her. She was stiff when he looked at her. The pitying and slightly loving look in his eyes made her heart full of doubts.
She felt uncomfortable under his gaze and pinched her fingertips: "I don't want to know anymore, you can do whatever you want."
Her tone was full of complaints, like an unreasonable child. Deep down, she clearly wanted those who did wrong to pay the price, but when someone told her the idea, she started to retreat and escape, hoping to win the other person's love with her pitiful attitude, so that she could reap the benefits.
Zhou Qingyan didn't mind, but he wanted Yu Jiao to be closer to him. Her slightly evasive expression at the moment made his suppressed anger surge... It's okay, she works all day, so it's normal for her to have a bad temper. But, but! What if she was out of his sight and might run into a strange man at some point, or be harassed by a student's parent, or attract the attention of those men who flirt and pose deliberately?
He pinched her forehead and pressed the protruding red blood vessels on her forehead with his fingertips. His eyelashes did not fall for a long time, and he kept telling himself that he must not scare her again, must not scare her again... Zhou Qingyan took the initiative to step forward, put his arms around her shoulders, pressed the back of her head, and let her face close to his chest.
Before Yu Jiao could struggle, she saw a thick black gas instantly wrapping her up. Thinking of the tragic situation of Shi Wanning and others a few days ago, she was so scared that her legs immediately became weak. Zhou Qingyan held her hips and picked her up. The black gas hooked her wrist and wrapped around his neck. Yu Jiao stared blankly at the black gas that became thicker and thicker - it was like a transparent film.
Zhou Qingyan said: "Hold me tight."
Yu Jiao didn't realize that the black gas hurt her, so she obediently hugged his neck tightly, curiously staring at the gas that was steaming like clouds, and stretched out her fingertips. When Zhou Qingyan didn't stop her, she touched it directly.
It was the same shade as Zhou Qingyan's.
Zhou Qingyan freed one hand to hold up the banner, and used the other hand to hold Yu Jiao's legs steadily. The sky outside the window was dark, the sun was setting in the west, and the last ray of light gradually faded in his eyes. He hugged Yu Jiao and left.
…
Shi Wanning and Liu Jing left Yu Jiao's house, hoping that it would be a nightmare. When they woke up, spider-web-like cracks were still wrapped around their bodies. They both had a high fever at the same time. Life had to go on after they woke up. Shi Wanning wanted to leave, but she was unwilling to do so... With her current look, what was the difference between taking off her clothes and being disfigured?
She just wanted to hold on to Cheng He tightly.
Liu Jing had the same idea as her.
When the two of them showed up at the company together, the superficial peace was shattered, and tensions boiled over. Liu Jing considered firing Shi Wanning several times, but how could the company's top brass be so blind? Those who knew Shi Wanning's relationship with Cheng He said politely that they would wait for Cheng He to return. He was on his way back when a rainstorm hit, delaying his flight and leaving him a few days to return.
Liu Jing was dissatisfied and secretly tried to make trouble. But one day, her phone exploded with the sound of incoming messages. When she opened it, she saw her parents scolding her. She was dizzy and before she could understand what was going on, she heard people in the company shouting:
"Liu Jing and Shi Wanning are the third parties?"
"The entrance to the company is covered with banners and photos!"
"Oh my god, Mr. Cheng is such a person..."
Wait for her to go out.
Among the photos floating down from the sky, in addition to the intimate photos of Shi Wanning and Cheng He in the email, there were also photos that she had hidden in her private album.
Looking up, I see photos falling like snowflakes.
But there was nothing above my head.
Where did it come from?
Liu Jing and Shi Wanning both thought of the strange things that happened in Yu Jiao's house. They woke up on the street and only remembered what they were going to do, but they could not remember anything that happened in between. As soon as they thought about it, their brains would make a buzzing sound.
The two stood at the door of the company, facing the mocking and disgusted eyes of the crowd, and felt that this was no different from being stripped naked by someone - those photos were intimate photos!
But strange things continue.
The photos fell endlessly.
Liu Jing and Shi Wanning seemed to be entangled by something evil in an instant, their legs went weak and they fell to their knees on the ground.
Top floor of the company.
Yu Jiao nestled in Zhou Qingyan's arms, tentatively trying to touch the surrounding black air. If she wasn't careful, the black air would disperse and flee. She leaned over to look down, only to see a surge of people rushing out of the company.
"Can they really not see us?"
Yu Jiao subconsciously stared at the male employee who had shown malice. He had treated her as a job applicant, and his words were full of criticism and harassment. She just thought about what she had suffered in her mind. The next moment, the black line suddenly wrapped around the man's ankle, causing him to fall backwards.
Yu Jiao suddenly laughed.
Zhou Qingyan lowered his eyes and stared at her smiling face: "Who else do you dislike?"
Yu Jiaozhen leaned over to look for him, and looked around. After the excitement passed, she felt it was extremely boring. Zhou Qingyan was sitting on the edge of the rooftop. The cold wind from high up blew across her cheeks, making her feel bone-chilled. Yu Jiao nervously shrank into his arms and grabbed his clothes tightly.
"No need to waste time on them... I'm kind of hungry, let's get out of here."
Zhou Qingyan picked her up and walked out, stroking her hair with one hand: "Okay. Jiaojiao, take the parasol, let's go to the supermarket."
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