Chapter 148
Chen Zui: "Why don't you buy me a set of burial clothes as pajamas?"
Aotian: [The humor part.]
Le Ziyou was very happy to hear what Chen Zui said. Doesn't this mean that he not only accepted his gift but also took the initiative to ask for things from him? One has to have a close relationship with him to feel comfortable asking for things.
After being ignored for so many days, he was so happy that he didn't know what to do. He put down the white and yellow paper flowers in his hand and turned to leave: "I'll go buy them now."
Chen Zui: ...
Le Ziyou was swept back by the ghost energy. He was confused and said, "Aren't you going to buy funeral clothes?"
Chen Zui didn't know whether he was really stupid or just trying to be cute, he didn't fall for it.
Le Ziyou finally didn't go to buy funeral clothes and was cooking in the kitchen. Chen Zui was looking at the bouquet of paper flowers that he had inserted in a mineral water bottle and placed on the coffee table.
Reached out and fiddled with it.
A smile played on his lips.
Le Ziyou had just finished making himself a bowl of scrambled eggs with tomatoes when Mi Jin knocked on the door. Le Ziyou glanced in the direction of the chair and asked, "Chen Zui, do you still want to kill my friend?"
He rubbed his hands nervously: "This is my only friend. Can you please spare his life?"
Mi Jin outside didn't knock on the door for a long time: "Son of a bitch, your father is here."
Le Ziyou was still looking at the chair.
Chen Zui, who was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, said: "It depends on your performance."
Le Ziyou smiled happily. At least now Chen was most willing to pay attention to him when he talked about important things. He wanted to crown Chen the most soft-hearted god! Opening the door, Mi Jin grumbled and disliked his slow opening of the door as he walked in.
Le Ziyou pushed him out, closed the door a little, and lowered his voice: "Remember, be careful when you speak after entering. Don't talk nonsense and don't sit on the chair."
"Is there anyone inside?"
Mi Jin immediately looked inside with a curious look.
Le Ziyou: "No one, just do as I say."
Mi Jin curled his lips and subconsciously looked at the chair after entering. It didn't have any gold edges. His eyes fell on the paper flowers on the coffee table, which made him confused.
"You're so refined now, you even put paper flowers in..."
He looked at the mineral water bottle and really couldn't say the word "vase".
Since he couldn't sit on the chair, he could only sit on the bed. Le Ziyou saw Chen Zui lying on the bed in a blink of an eye. He was so shocked that he jumped up and grabbed Mi Jin.
“You can’t sit!”
Mi Jin was startled by him.
When Le Ziyou looked towards the bed again, he could no longer see Chen Zui.
He glanced at the chair again, and finally took Mi Jin to the opposite side of the coffee table: "You sit on the floor, I have newly changed the sheets."
Mi Jin sat down, cursing, "You've been so badly cleaned."
Le Ziyou brought his tomato and egg rice over and sat down between the bed and the coffee table.
Mi Jin took a look and seemed quite hungry: "Give me a bite."
Le Ziyou subconsciously wanted to give the chopsticks to Mi Jin, but the sudden heat behind him made him shiver. In a flash, he had an idea and took back the chopsticks that were about to be handed to Mi Jin.
Mi Jin:?
Le Ziyou: "Go get the bowl, I'll give you some."
Mi Jin wanted to get up at the thought: "Forget it, I came to see you today because I found a business deal. We haven't taken any work for a while, and we've rested enough. Your illness has recovered, but how did you get your chin fixed? And your hands?"
Le Ziyou ate his rice and said, "I accidentally dropped it."
Mi Jin sighed, "You've been having so much trouble lately. It must be that bad luck that ghost brought to you that night..."
His mouth was suddenly covered by a slap from Le Ziyou.
Le Ziyou glared at him nervously: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Mi Jin started to distance herself from his hand, feeling that Le Ziyou was acting strangely today. If she didn't want to say anything, then she wouldn't have to. She even slapped him, "Okay, okay, okay, let's talk about the work. This time, this family also said their house is haunted and they want us to go check it out. Get your things ready and leave at 8 o'clock tomorrow."
Le Ziyou sat down again, but did not show his usual enthusiasm. He picked up the golden egg stained with tomato juice and put it down again.
"Maybe there really is a ghost in their house, and our visit didn't work. What if the ghost does evil again?" Le Ziyou lowered his eyes and didn't look at Mi Jin. He seemed to be talking to himself, asking himself questions.
Mi Jin didn't expect him to say this. He opened his mouth and was about to say there was no ghost, but then he thought of that night. It was quite scary. If the ghost really showed up at the end, he would probably be scared to death.
Le Ziyou thought of Xu Shuhuai and how he said lightly that Wei Zhou fell from the building. If the Wei family had not moved out later, he might have done something even more cruel.
"If that ghost is bad again..."
"That family believed what we said and thought everything was fine, so they let down their guard..."
Le Ziyou just wanted to cheat people out of money. He had no intention of harming anyone, and he couldn't bear the responsibility of killing someone. What's more, he had experienced the incident of almost killing Chen Zui. He had deeply felt the guilt of killing someone and the pain of losing someone he cared about. It was too heavy, and he didn't want to impose these on others because of himself.
He can't afford it.
Le Ziyou let go of the egg that was about to be smashed by him and looked up at Mi Jin.
"Why don't we just quit?"
This retirement came so suddenly that Mi Jin was stunned for a moment.
Chen Zui looked at Le Ziyou. From his angle, he could only see his slightly sunken profile. He had indeed lost a lot of weight in recent days.
Aotian: [It’s not hopeless.]
Mi Jin: "Then what should we do?"
Le Ziyou was stunned by the question. Although they had hands and feet, they were not talented people. They could probably only earn three or four thousand yuan a month by working.
He can live a tight life, and it can be said that he has been living a tight life for the past 25 years.
But he can't be without money, because grandma's life depends on money.
"Perhaps we could..."
He rested his chin on the coffee table, his fingers tapping on his cheeks.
"We can be marginal anchors! You wipe, don't you have abs?"
Chen Zui frowned slightly.
Mi Jin was a little embarrassed: "Me? Can I do it? I don't know how to wipe it either."
So the two of them started discussing how to get around it. In the end, although they were not sure whether they had gotten around it or not, they decided not to take the job. Mi Jin was really scared that night, so she accepted it quite readily.
He wants to live a few more years than make money.
Le Ziyou finished his meal after Mi Jin left. After washing the dishes, he came back and touched Chen Zui on the bed.
As soon as he folded his legs and got on the bed, he began to massage Chen Zui silently.
Kneading the legs and rubbing the shoulders.
He looks like a puppy.
Chen Zui looked at him but didn't refuse.
Le Ziyou's massage was really good, he pressed down on Chen Zui's body from the shoulders without missing an inch.
Well, broad shoulders.
Wow, those chest muscles feel so good.
Hehehe, I have 8 abdominal muscles.
Le Ziyou was massaging seriously while muttering to himself.
The arms are so strong.
The legs are so long.
The waist and abdomen are so tight!
Although Le Ziyou can't see Chen Zui, it doesn't affect him. He should be considered to be in a relationship with Chen Zui now.
He actually has such a handsome and well-built male ghost boyfriend!
Think of this.
"Chen Zui! I get it!"
Chen Zui was confused, but he saw Le Ziyou's eyes sparkling, and he said excitedly: "I can write a book to tell our story, and the title of the book is -"
He looked at Chen Zui: "Me and my dead husband!"
Aotian: [Puff——Hahahaha——]
Le Ziyou: "Online novels are also very popular, and they don't require any capital. When my novel is published online, it will attract countless readers."
He was already sitting cross-legged, daydreaming: "Then companies will come to me and want to make TV series, movies, or even cartoons, and sell them abroad. Then—"
The corners of his mouth were almost reaching the sky and shoulder to shoulder with the sun.
Chen Zui just felt that there was a difference between dreams and dreaming.
In the evening, Le Ziyou suggested watching a movie. He specially chose a horror movie and turned off all the lights to create an atmosphere.
The phone was placed on a stand on the coffee table, with the volume turned up to full volume.
Le Ziyou hugged his legs, half of his face hidden behind his knees, looking furtively.
Chen Zui, the real ghost, lay on his side, looking at his phone and watching Leziyou.
A sudden sound effect scared Leziyou so much that he grimaced.
When the bloody ghost appeared on the screen, Le Ziyou screamed and threw himself on Chen Zui.
"Ah! Ghost!"
Chen Zui: Then what am I?
Le Ziyou buried his face in Chen Zui's chest muscles and rubbed it, and then he was not so scared anymore. He turned around carefully, and behind him was Chen Zui's cool and strong body, which not only made him feel cool but also gave him a sense of security.
He grabbed Chen Zui's hand and covered his face with it, secretly looking at his phone through Chen Zui's fingers.
"Fortunately, you're not a ghost like that in there."
If Chen Zui was so bloody, he would really have no choice but to die.
"How many years have you been a ghost?"
Even if Chen Zui didn't answer him, it didn't stop him from talking. He fiddled with Chen Zui's fingers and said, "So...how many people's yang energy have you sucked over the years as a ghost?"
He pursed his lips, waiting for Chen Zui's answer.
When he thought about the way Chen Zui absorbed yang energy, he would be jealous if he had done the same to others.
There was another sudden sound effect, which scared Le Ziyou so much that he shivered and leaned closer to Chen Zui's arms, holding him tightly.
Chen Zui still didn't answer him, his eyes fell on a strand of hair that was sticking up at the back of his head.
After a while, Leziyou started to do some tricks again.
She actually rubbed against him secretly.
Le Ziyou also noticed it after lying here for a while. He and Chen were so close and in this posture.
The one leaning against him was Chen Zui's...
He couldn't help but think of that night, which ended halfway. As he thought about it, he became a little distracted and even horror movies didn't seem scary to him anymore.
Although it ended halfway, he was really excited during the first half! It was a little uncomfortable at the beginning, but he quickly adapted.
After all, he was a 25-year-old young man full of vigor and it was his first time to eat meat, and he had only eaten half of it.
Le Ziyou thought more and more.
Although he was still staring at the phone, the amplitude of his twisting had increased a lot.
But nothing has changed...
Why is Chen Zui's thing sometimes good and sometimes bad...
Le Ziyou felt that he might need a little excitement, so he thought about it.
Reached under the bed.
Xu Shuhuai, who was stuffed under the bed, looked as if he had no desire to die.
Le Ziyou found the peach wood sword and took it out attentively, as if he was presenting a treasure.
"Chen Zui, hit me."
Chen Zui:?
Le Ziyou stuffed the peach wood sword into Chen Zui's hand, then took the initiative to lie down on the head of the bed.
"Hit me hard."
"Take all your anger back at me."
He turned his head and looked in Chen Zui's direction: "It's okay to beat him half to death, and then we can have a good relationship."
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