Chu Ci subconsciously followed the habit of cooking fish, stepped on the spot and turned around.
He blinked, as if realizing that this action was a bit silly, pursed his lips, looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one saw him, then quietly walked towards Fu Su's house.
He poked his little head out and looked inside through the gap in the door.
Fu Su was feeling uncomfortable, and since he was at home, he was naturally not that vigilant, even though he heard the sound of water just now.
But I just thought that my little ancestor got up and made a noise in the middle of his sleep.
He frowned and turned over, upset by the headache that came from time to time.
I couldn't sleep and felt uncomfortable. The light was a bit glaring, but I didn't want to call anyone in, and I didn't want to move.
Fu Su just lay on the bed, thinking about what had happened during this period.
The development of various things was so miraculous that he couldn't help but start to believe in the existence of some strange things.
Thinking of this, he spoke in a very low voice. At that moment, Chu Ci was surprised that he had discovered her.
Then I heard his voice as if he was talking to himself, "Is there a ghost? Please turn off the light."
Chu Ci paused for a moment, and the corners of her lips twitched.
Are you sure it's just a cold and not a brain disease?
Why do I think you are seriously ill?
No one responded, which was naturally expected. Fu Su stared at the ceiling and added, "Xu Ji will come to deliver cakes tomorrow. If you help, I will give you those cakes."
He didn't like things like pastries, but because he had a collaboration with Xu Ji, he accepted them anyway. However, these things were very popular with other people.
Every time he came, he would be stopped and divided up by his father's concubines. Since they didn't like it, he didn't have any objections.
But now he has moved out, and the new products that are delivered every quarter are still waiting to be selected and delivered. He thought of this and said it casually.
His voice was hoarse and low, he was talking to himself, with a hint of irritation.
Only after I finished speaking did I realize how stupid my behavior was.
Fu Su sneered with the corners of his lips, his eyes full of irritability. He pulled the quilt and was about to turn over.
Then I heard a soft, sticky girl's voice coming from the darkness outside the door, "Cakes... Can I have osmanthus cake?"
Fu Su was stunned for a moment, and was sure that he had no memory of this voice.
He just mentioned it casually.
Is there really a ghost? ?
He sat up suddenly and regained consciousness. He reached under his pillow and touched a sharp knife that he had been using as a pillow for a long time. He grasped the handle and pulled it out.
Then a slight creaking sound was heard.
The wooden door, which was originally open a little, was pushed open a little, and a small head poked in, revealing only half of the face, blinking its big black eyes.
The golden pattern on her forehead and her gorgeous silver hair sparkled brightly under the warm candlelight.
The tender little white hands were clinging to the door, her eyes were slightly bright with a hint of anticipation.
An incredibly delicate little girl.
As a businessman, it is natural to try to remember everyone you deal with.
This little girl was so delicate and pretty that he would have been impressed if he had seen her.
But he didn't have the slightest impression of this little girl.
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