Chapter 111
No one cared about the outside world anymore. No matter how bad it was, it was just like that. Ying Zhisheng was in a bad mood, and Lou Sheng was busy trying to comfort him.
In the nanny car, Ying Zhisheng smiled, opened his arms, and said to the air: "Come here, let your husband hug you."
Then he showed a satisfied smile, folded his arms and tightened them, muttering: "You are not happy even though I'm hugging you tightly. Didn't you just say you wanted to coax me?"
“…”
Fuquan pushed his sunglasses up for a few seconds, then looked back and resumed playing a game of elimination. He wasn't thinking much right now; it wasn't certain whether he could live a good life.
Perhaps because of his previous unauthorized decision to connect Lou Sheng and Lou Weihong, which led to Ying Zhisheng's suicide, Ying Zhisheng later handed over some of the studio's affairs to Assistant Tao, taking away some of Fuquan's power.
If Lou Sheng hadn't spoken up for him, he might have been fired by Ying Zhisheng. So, Fuquan understood that if there were things that couldn't be solved, he could probably turn to Lou Sheng.
"Lou Sheng, Ying Zhisheng wasn't serious about filming when you weren't around."
Lou Sheng, who was sitting in Ying Zhisheng's arms, pinching his earlobes and face to comfort him, lowered his head and asked, "Really?"
Ying Zhisheng shook his head, "I tried my best."
Fuquan kept talking, "On the set, he ignored Dong Chi and no one. It made me go crazy buying coffee and food to do favors on the set."
Lou Sheng held Ying Zhisheng's warm hand and spoke in a slow voice, "How can you ignore others? You're an actor and you need to communicate with them. Dong Chi, that kid, just has a bit of a tough temper, but he's still a very nice person."
It's rare for Lou Sheng to be so gentle.
Ying Zhisheng held the ghost tightly in his arms, eyes closed, lips barely touching his collarbone. He desperately wanted to possess Lou Sheng, a desire that came from the depths of his soul. But apart from that night, they hadn't made love.
This kind of thing is too nourishing for ghosts. Lou Sheng feels that doing too much of it will be bad for his life.
His hands slowly rested on Gui's waist, restraining it. He remembered that Lou Sheng's waist was very sensitive, and he was eager to move it, and the desire was unbearable. After thinking it over, Ying Zhisheng decided to kiss the corner of Lou Sheng's mouth as compensation.
Maybe Lou Sheng was born to torture him.
…
at night.
Bai Yi and Hong Yi threw Lou Sheng a wedding party, all paid for by Bai Yi's wealthy father. There were psychedelic lights, all kinds of drinks, and a huge speaker blasting exciting music. A room full of ghosts danced wildly, twisting and turning, toasting and singing in celebration.
Some ghosts, when they are having fun, will crawl around the house, crawling from the ceiling along the walls to the ground, making up for the regret that Ying Zhisheng's house has no cockroaches.
"For a long time!"
"Mmmmm, love!"
"Sweet and sweet!"
A ghost shouted, "Grow old together!" and was beaten up by Bai Yi.
Someone suddenly thought, "Have a baby soon!"
Lou Sheng waited for Bai Yi to beat up the ghost, but he heard her yell, "Okay! Lou Sheng, tell Ying Zhisheng to work harder tonight!"
“…”
At this time, Ying Zhisheng came into the living room with a cup of warm water, looking at the time on the wall as if he hadn't noticed. This party had affected his and Lou Sheng's world of two.
As soon as a living person appeared, all the ghosts in the audience stared at him.
Lou Sheng frowned, "That's my boyfriend."
"You know what! He's the other groom! We won't bully him!"
"Oh, look how anxious you are. Try your best to have a baby. Lou Sheng is so handsome, his genes can't go to waste."
"How do men and men have children?"
"Even if you can't have children, you still have to work hard!"
"I have to say, this is the ghost with the best complexion I've ever seen. We are all bluish-white, but Lou Sheng's color is almost the same as a living person."
His patience has reached its limit. Lou Sheng doesn't understand where Bai Yi found these weirdos from, and he's talking nonsense.
On the surface, Ying Zhisheng was the only one sitting alone on the sofa drinking water in the huge house, leaving only the faint sound of the wind, looking lonely and desolate. But in fact, the room was bustling with people playing with Lou Sheng.
There were also ghosts who came uninvited - Zhou Qing came with the child in his arms, hand in hand with Li Ping and Patton, and followed by the silly Sun Qing.
Sun Qing might have been struck silly by the thunder, and he is still calling his wife all day long and looking for her everywhere.
Zhou Qing has been busy trying to find connections to help her child reincarnate as soon as possible. She spent a lot of time and energy and finally managed to get a place in line through her connections. In less than five years, her child will be able to reincarnate and is said to be from a family of scholars.
"You can actually cut in line when it comes to things like reincarnation." Lou Sheng gained new insights.
"Yeah." Zhou Qing nodded, looking at her ugly child with gentle eyes: "It's just that the price is relatively high, it's quite expensive. Maybe I won't be his mother in the next life, but I still hope he can be happy."
"That's good." Lou Sheng thought of Gao Xinhua and Zhenzhen, and his heart softened.
Patton was talking incessantly, and Lou Sheng just casually said Sawadika, Kadiwasa, Kakasasa, and Bagyalu to get him to accept his words.
"There's nothing I can do to help you during this time. My father is planning to build a temple for you, and the approval has already been received."
“!!!”
Lou Sheng had never imagined in his life that someone would build a temple to commemorate him. He was dumbfounded, but before he could ask any more questions, Ying Zhisheng spoke first: "Can you tell me the details? Can you give me your father's cell phone number?"
"Great, Lou Sheng, you've done so well." Aunt Hong sighed, "If I had known earlier, I would have helped to block the damage. Why didn't such a good thing happen to me?"
"It just so happens that Brother Lou Sheng." Bai Yi made the shape of an "illegal household" and whispered, "If the ghost catcher finds you one day, you have done so much good and have so many people offering sacrifices to you. There's no way they'll drag you down to hell to suffer."
Ying Zhisheng lowered his head and listened, obviously having some thoughts in mind.
At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly. This doorbell was new, and Lou Sheng liked the sound of it.
Ying Zhisheng frowned, but before he could rise, the lights in the room flickered out, plunging him into darkness. Even the moonlight outside the window was blocked out, creating a cramped, oppressive, lightless, chaotic space, like the depths of winter, or the eerie atmosphere of a cemetery or morgue.
The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air gradually approached, and two balls of green ghost fire floated in the air.
A giant creature approached, a dark mass looming in the distance. Its stature reached the ceiling, its bulk thick and powerful, like an ancient mountain or a proud tree. Its chains rattled as it walked. They couldn't make out its face, perhaps because they weren't worthy enough to see it.
The sound came from far away, and the next moment it was close at hand.
"Someone reported that you are hiding a ghost that deserves to go to hell."
Ying Zhisheng's face suddenly turned pale and he held Lou Sheng's hand tightly.
The entire place was silent. The giant before them impatiently swung its chains, a crackling sound comparable to thunder and lightning, piercing and terrifying to the point of ringing in the ears. A majestic voice echoed from afar in all directions, carrying with it a powerful pressure and anger: "Who is it—which evil spirit has hidden—avoiding the judgment of the underworld—"
A ghost fell to his knees and stammered, "Sir Ghost Officer! Sir Ghost Officer, please calm down!"
Ghosts came one after another and knelt on the ground: "Sir, please don't be angry. Sir, please calm down."
Ying Zhisheng felt his heart beating faster than ever before. He held Lou Sheng's hand tightly, and even blinking was so difficult.
"Who is it—who is hiding?"
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