"Hurry up, guys!"
Song Ning suddenly took the radio that a kid took out of the house, and turned on the button to play some cool music.
The restless music and rhythmic music suddenly exploded in this quiet afternoon.
Mr. Cao and Mr. Han's hearts trembled suddenly, and they covered their ears in perfect sync.
As soon as Song Ning's voice sounded, the yard suddenly became chaotic.
Tonton Mama's ghosts stood crowded together in the yard, twisting their waists in unison to the beat of Song Ning.
The male ghost in the long gown also danced to Song Ning's rhythm, but standing next to him was Cao Hongyuan.
Cao Hongyuan not only has the red light of justice of a state official, but also carries a dazzling golden light of merit.
The area around him was as hot as the oil that could be used to cook dumplings. Not a single ghost could be seen.
He created a vacuum zone of his own.
The male ghost in the long gown accidentally stepped within a few steps of Cao Hongyuan, and then he suddenly came to his senses as if he had been scalded.
"What's wrong with me..."
The male ghost in the long gown stared in amazement at the ghosts in front of him who were flailing their arms and legs wildly. He endured the pain of being burned and did not dare to move a step.
"Everyone is getting excited... Oh oh!"
Song Ning was probably the most excited one among them. She jumped around the most happily, and the ghosts in the yard that she summoned also twisted their bodies wildly to her rhythm.
In a sense, Song Ning is definitely the king of controlling the situation.
Cao Hongyuan pinched his eyebrows in annoyance. Since he joined the Special Events Bureau, he had never encountered such a headache as today.
Who would have thought that the drunken little girl who summoned so many ghosts had the main purpose of forcing them to dance with her?
Cao Hongyuan didn't know for a moment whether he should feel sorry for himself who would have to clean up the mess soon, or for the ghosts who were "forced" to dance.
"Let me see your right hand..."
Song Ning clenched one fist and placed it to her lips to act as a microphone, while raising the other hand high and making a downward gesture.
As soon as the gesture was made, all the ghosts immediately raised their arms.
The people on the corridor were stunned by this scene, and Cao Hongyuan also looked confused for a moment.
What is she...doing?
"Where's the left hand?"
Song Ning changed his fist and raised his left hand again, and the ghosts in the yard also raised their left hands in unison.
"Okay!"
Song Ning jumped up and down excitedly, "Now do the same as me, wave your hands together..."
The ghosts who died in various ways and were crowded in the yard immediately started waving their arms together, each of them looking like a large water plant.
Cao Hongyuan's eyebrows furrowed, and he suddenly strode into a small reception room next to the storage room.
He remembered that there was a phone number inside, and he wanted to ask Qiao Bo and Song Ning what to do after they got drunk?
He no longer cared about his face. In just a few moments, he heard dozens of screams.
Although the Cao family's land is not small, it is not far from the two families on the left and right. It would be troublesome if they scared the neighbors.
Song Ning didn't know that Cao Hongyuan was going to complain to Qiao Bo, and she was still excitedly shouting the beat and leading the dance.
Others may not know what Qiao Bo did, but Cao Hongyuan knew it clearly.
Cao Hongyuan's call was directly made to the hospital where Liu Xuan lived, and then transferred to the floor where Qiao Ran was.
"You said...Song Ning is drunk?"
There was something indescribably strange about Qiao Bo's voice coming through the microphone.
Cao Hongyuan didn't know whether it was a problem of distortion in the telephone transmission or just his illusion...
"How much did you drink?"
Before Cao Hongyuan could figure out how to answer the first question, the second question came right after.
"Three cups! Small wine glasses, about the thickness of a thumb and about a finger deep..."
Cao Hongyuan's attention was always on Song Ning, so he naturally knew how much Song Ning had drunk.
"Wait till you sober up!"
Qiao Bo spoke briefly and to the point. After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but smile and hung up the phone with a click.
Song Ning's lethality will "explode" after getting drunk. I hope Cao Erzi won't be left with any psychological trauma...
Qiao Bo prayed for Cao Hongyuan in his heart without much sincerity, but the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger.
Bang!
Cao Hongyuan hung up the phone with a grim face, and before things got out of control, he strode over to Song Ning.
"Be good! Take all these things away, I'll dance with you..."
Cao Hongyuan forced a smile on his face and coaxed Song Ning in a frustrated tone.
"Well…"
Song Ning burped again and agreed with a thick tongue, "Okay... You're handsome and you're right!"
"I'll do as you say...scatter!"
With Song Ning's gentle wave of her hand, the ghosts in the yard disappeared instantly.
The speed at which it disappeared was almost reaching the speed of death, just like being chased by a dog.
"Handsome guy...they're all gone...you dance with me..."
Before she finished saying the last word "dance", Song Ning closed her eyes, threw herself into Cao Hongyuan's arms and fell asleep.
Cao Hongyuan closed his eyes, gathered his strength, and picked up Song Ning with a gloomy face.
Does she know how messed up she looks now?!
"Um...I didn't mean to disturb you..."
The male ghost in the long gown looked at Cao Hongyuan awkwardly, "I can't seem to get back to the tree..."
"If you can't go back, then don't go back. Clean up the yard!"
Cao Hongyuan glanced at him coldly, and the male ghost in the long gown subconsciously lowered his eyes.
Cao Hongyuan ignored him and strode out of the yard holding Song Ning.
As they left, the air in the yard, which seemed to be condensing, suddenly dispersed.
"Was I dreaming..."
The third aunt's straight back suddenly slumped, and she looked for Liu Dafu blankly.
"Yes, you are dreaming! Shall we go back?"
Today was very exciting, and Liu Dafu's head was dizzy at the moment. His ex-wife, an exceptionally well-behaved daughter-in-law, went home with a dreamy look on her face.
Old Master Cao glanced at Mrs. Han who was standing next to Old Master Han without leaving a trace, and left quickly with an embarrassed look on his face.
Only the dizzy Old Han was left staring at the two ghosts.
It’s really exciting!
Bang…
Song Ning was rudely thrown into a large wooden barrel filled with warm water by Cao Hongyuan.
Gurgle…
Song Ning closed her eyes and sank into the water unconsciously.
Cao Hongyuan impatiently stretched out his arm to pull Song Ning out, and at the same time grabbed a bath towel and threw it on her head, covering her wet upper body tightly.
Cao Hongyuan filtered through the candidates who could help Song Ning take a bath in his mind, and finally asked Xiao Zhao to call Aunt Zhao with a sullen face.
Aunt Zhao is one of the few female service staff in the Cao family. She is responsible for Mr. Cao's health care and can be considered a trustworthy person.
After leaving Song Ning to Zhang Ma, Cao Hongyuan went into the next room in a depressed mood.
He also got caught in the rain, and his clothes were wet and stuck to his body, which made him even more restless.
But it was obvious that he was too early to let go.
Cao Hongyuan closed his eyes and just immersed his body in the warm water when he was startled by Aunt Zhao's scream and stood up suddenly.
He grabbed a piece of clothing at random, draped it loosely around his body, and strode out of the room.
"What is it?"
"She...he..."
Aunt Zhao sat down outside the door with her plump body, pointing with her right hand at the room where Song Ning was, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
Cao Hongyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he walked into Song Ning's room with a gloomy face.
"Another one..."
An exceptionally feminine male voice suddenly sounded in Cao Hongyuan's ears, followed by a gust of strange, biting cold wind.
Cao Hongyuan frowned tightly, ghost?
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