Chapter 75 Han Dongping is really 6
"Okay, now that we've settled it, let's just leave it at that."
Feng Zhibai raised his chin proudly and used his slender fingers to pull his sun hat down.
Looking at Han Dongping, she could already imagine the scene of ghosts and demons fighting.
I haven’t eaten melons like this in a hundred years!
One person, one ghost, and one demon.
When written into a storybook, it is comparable to the bloody ethics drama of the year!
It’s exciting just thinking about it.
Yan Kuan was walking in the second place. He heard some mumblings behind him and turned around to see Feng Zhibai and Chen Xiaodao discussing something. The expressions on their faces were very interesting.
He slowed down his pace and waited until the two of them came up to him before he smiled and said, "Miss Feng, Mr. Chen, is there anything I can help you with?"
Feng Zhibai happily lifted a handful of hair and hummed in a pretentious manner: "Hmm~ Xiao Kuan Kuan, you care about me so much, could it be that you suddenly got it?"
The itchy flesh in my bones was moved.
Yan Kuan shuddered and silently quickened his pace.
Forget it, let’s not go forward.
Can't bear it.
"arrive."
Han Dongping's voice rang out in time.
Several people stopped and looked in the direction of Han Dongping.
Just like the private villa I imagined.
Each house is surrounded by a fence.
In front of each house there are either flowers, grass or vegetables, which look particularly lush and give people a feeling of vitality.
"Masters, please come in. My house is a bit messy, please don't mind."
He took out the key from his pocket and opened the fence gate, then called Yan Kuan and others to go in.
Step in.
There are flower beds on both sides of the villa and a cement road in the middle.
There are flowers planted in the flowerbed, and judging by the dead wood on the flowers and plants, it seems that no one has taken care of it for a long time.
Look up at the villa.
The three-story Western-style building looks very much like the luxurious little castles of wealthy families in TV dramas.
"Masters, please come in without taking off your shoes."
After opening the door of the villa, a spacious and bright living room appeared in front of them.
There aren't many things in the room, the living room is very tidy and not messy, and there are very few signs of life.
You can tell at a glance that they don’t usually stay there for long.
Lao Mitou put the things in his hand on the ground and rubbed his arms. Seeing such a luxurious villa, his eyes lit up: "This villa is so big and beautiful."
She walked to the kitchen and poured out a few glasses of water. "I usually live alone. Sometimes I'm out of town for business and rarely come back, so I don't have a nanny. I don't want to waste money."
"Where is the bedroom?"
Pushing away the water cup that Han Dongping placed in front of him, Feng Zhibai didn't chat with him and asked straight to the point.
He howled and pointed to the master bedroom in the middle of the second floor: "That one."
"Would it be convenient for me to go up and take a look?"
"Okay, I'll take you there."
"Need not."
Standing up, Feng Zhibai rejected Han Dongping and said to Chen Xiaodao, "Have you brought all the magic weapons?"
Seeing her mention him, Chen Xiaodao stood up quickly: "All ready."
"Go up and take a look."
After saying that, he turned and went towards the stairs.
Pulling the yellow cloth bag, Chen Xiaodao turned around from the sofa and saw Lao Mi Tou. He glanced at him back and forth.
Old Mi raised his eyebrows, but before he could ask what was wrong, he saw his mouth opening and closing, obviously saying something to himself.
Looking back at Han Dongping who was cutting fruit in the kitchen, Lao Mitou made an exaggerated expression, as if asking him: What's wrong?
Chen Xiaodao stretched his neck and leaned back hard, making a dizzy motion. Lao Mitou let out a cry and reacted instantly.
Someone raised his hand and made an OK gesture to him, indicating that he understood.
He nodded with satisfaction and then jogged to catch up with Feng Zhibai.
Yan Kuan sat opposite them, drinking water and observing them.
Seeing the meaningless expressions of the two people, he said: I don’t understand it, I can’t comprehend it at all.
"Mr. Han, I think the wine you bought is very fragrant. Can I have some to taste?"
After the two of them went up the stairs, Old Mitou cleared his throat and spoke to Han Dongping who was busy in the kitchen.
"Ah? Now?"
After bringing out the cut fruit and placing it on the coffee table, Han Dongping was a little puzzled: "Isn't it a bad time to drink?"
Yan Kuan reached out and took a piece of apple, put it in his mouth and asked doubtfully: "Mr. Mi, it's not appropriate to drink now. Don't we have to catch ghosts later?"
"Hehe, it's okay, just a couple of bites. Besides, Xiaodao and the little girl are here, so isn't catching ghosts a safe bet?"
Old Mitou chuckled, reached out and patted Yan Kuan's thigh, and glared at him with eyes full of warning.
"What's wrong, Mr. Mi?"
Yan Kuan didn't understand what Lao Mi Tou meant at all, and asked him what was wrong with concern.
With his eyes rolled up, Old Mitou bared his teeth in frustration and said in a louder voice, "Director Yan! Don't be so stingy. Just a few bites, I'll just try a few!"
Yan Kuan's expression was full of helplessness: "It's not that I don't allow you to drink, it's just that it's not a good time to drink. We still have important things to do."
These two words from this guy almost made Old Mitou angry.
Han Dongping saw that the atmosphere between the two was not right, so he quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. "It's okay, Brother Kuan, it's just a little wine. I bought a lot, so drinking a little won't be a problem. Besides, you, Miss Feng and Mr. Chen are here, so it's nothing."
Standing up, Han Dongping did not delay and brought the wine to Lao Mi Tou.
Yan Kuan wanted to say something, but Lao Mitou used his hand to hold him down and said to him anxiously, "Director Yan, this wine is really good. Let's drink it together. Just think of it as keeping me company. It would be boring for me to taste it alone."
"Mr. Mi, let's not mess around, okay?"
When Yan Kuan heard that he couldn't drink alone and needed someone to drink with him, he became a little anxious.
Han Dongping was in a good mood and chuckled at what Old Mi said. "Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Mi, look at me. If Brother Kuan doesn't want to drink with you, I will. If we don't drink too much, let's just have a few drinks to liven things up, okay?"
"Okay! That's great!"
Seeing that Han Dongping took the bait, Lao Mitou was so happy that his mouth was grinning from ear to ear.
Yan Kuan sat on the side and wanted to persuade them, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Lao Mitou interrupted him immediately, and he didn't have any chance to speak at all.
He finally got a chance to interrupt, but Old Mitou stretched out his hand and handed him a glass of wine.
Of course he didn't want to drink, but Han Dongping helped Lao Mitou, and the two of them chatted with each other. Yan Kuan had no choice but to take the wine glass and take a symbolic sip.
After hearing this, the three of them didn't stop.
Especially Lao Mi Tou and Han Dongping.
The two of them clinked glasses and started to treat each other like brothers as they drank to their heart's content.
Yan Kuan sat next to them, touching the wine glass and feeling drunk even before he drank.
It took almost half an hour to go back and forth.
Feng Zhibai and Chen Xiaodao have already toured the second floor.
During this period, they discovered a magical phenomenon.
That is, the bedroom is filled with negative energy.
There is an evil spirit in the study.
And surprisingly, these two kinds of energy have no overlap at all!
It’s like being in the same space but unaware of each other’s existence.
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