The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

"Yo, Zheng Quzhi, what's the matter?" Cai Qian couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Zheng Quzhi out of the room without love.

"Don't you know what's wrong with me?" Zheng Quzhi was so depressed, he had no time to make jokes with Cai Qian and the others. Obviously his entertainment news is broadcast on TV when he is eating. No matter how much Cai Qian cares about his meal, he should know it after a day?

"Hey, what's the matter with you!" Cai Qian frowned, "Don't be irritating when talking!"

"My fault, my fault." Zheng Quzhi frowned, "What's wrong with my bad mood? Don't mess with me!"

Cai Qian was silent, resisting the urge to beat him wildly, and snorted: "Who would like to offend you! Tomorrow we will go out with your husband! You will guard the house alone!"

"Go out?" Zheng Quzhi's eyes lit up: "Where to go?"

Good to go out! He likes going out the most. Before, I was afraid of paparazzi and dare not go out. Now even Lian Kan has given him a reassurance. As long as we follow Wei Yan, there will be nothing wrong. Then he has to go out for a walk while he has no work now, and follow Wei Yan by the way. Make a good relationship.

"Traveling." Qi Yue didn't know where he came from, a smile flashed on his tanned face: "Do you want to be together?"

"Big Brother Qi." Zheng Quzhi liked the cleverness of Qi Yun, and quickly grabbed his shoulders: "You take me! You know, don't you? I've been miserable recently. I was blocked by the big entertainment guys, just thinking about it. Go out and relax!"

Qi Yue tilted his head and glanced at the direction of Mr.'s room, and the smile in his eyes was even greater: "Of course, but you have to ask for your husband's consent first. If your husband refuses, I can't help it.

Sure enough, the husband has grown up, and he has learned to block it~

Hearing this, Zheng Qu got his heart out and replied: "Okay! Then I'll ask your husband!"

He didn't worry that Wei Yan would reject him. Wei Yan said before that he is valuable, and he usually chooses to put things under his nose to feel at ease, right?

Besides, Wei Yan seemed to be quite talkative.

Wei Yan's room was in a relatively secluded corner. At first, Zheng Quzhi thought that Wei Yan was living next door to him, which made him panic.

In just a few days, Zheng Quzhi became familiar with Wei's house, and he could easily find Wei Yan's room without others leading the way.

KOKOKO——

"Mr. Wei!" Zheng Quzhi continued to use the honorific title very politely. Inexplicably, his self-familiar temperament could not be familiar to Wei Yan. Probably because he wanted to burn incense when he saw this immortal figure.

Wei Yan's voice came out: "In."

Right now, Zheng Quzhi hurriedly pushed the door and went in, yelling: "Mr. Wei! I heard that you are going to travel! Pick me up! I've been panicking recently!!"

Inside, Wei Yan was sitting on the cushion.

Hearing this, Wei Yan tilted his head to look at Zheng Quzhi, his face a little puzzled: "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable? What is uncomfortable?" Zheng Quzhi was stunned.

"Qi Yue said you are cold, and you are crying in the room alone." Wei Yan lowered his eyes and said lightly.

Zheng Quzhi: "..." Is he still hot? ? ! !

"Mr. Wei joked." For a long time, Zheng Quzhi squeezed out that sentence.

"Hmm." Wei Yan moved his fingers slightly, pinched a thin thread on the cushion, and turned the subject back: "Go if you want."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Quzhi smiled and curled his eyebrows.

Looking down at Wei Yan who was sitting on the ground for a while, she couldn't help but leaned over, squatting next to him and asked: "Mr. Wei, what are you doing on the ground all day?"

Zheng Quzhi was close to Wei Yan, and the two were almost next to each other. Wei Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly and moved a little to the side. His voice became a little dumb: "Meditate."

"Hey?" Zheng Quzhi was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out: "You are stupid! Sitting on the bed is terrible? Sitting on the ground is not too panic!"

As he said, he looked at Wei Yan's bed.

The laughter stopped, staring at the wooden bed with nothing but a sheet, Zheng Quzhi was silent for a while before saying: "When I didn't say anything just now."

Isn't Wei Yan too panic when he sleeps? ? Zheng Quzhi was puzzled. From this look, this thin cushion was more comfortable than the wooden bed.

"Start tomorrow, you go back and prepare things." Wei Yan closed his eyes again, and added at the end: "If there is something missing, just ask Cai Qian."

This is what it means to drive away.

Zheng Quzhi touched his nose and replied with eyesight: "Good!"

Well, he still doesn't bother the boss's self-cultivation!

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The next day, early in the morning, Zheng Quzhi was awakened by Cai Qian's loud voice.

"Zheng Quzhi! Get up! Ready to go!" Cai Qian patted the door vigorously with a loud voice.

Zheng Quzhi was surprised that a carp jumped up from the bed. I packed my things last night, and Zheng Quzhi hurriedly washed up and walked directly to the hall with his suitcase.

In the hall, Cai Qian and Qi Mao were already waiting there.

"Where's your husband?" Zheng Quzhi laughed, "Isn't it just lying in bed?"

"Do you think everyone is like you?" Cai Qian snorted coldly, "Mr. has prepared breakfast for us!"

Zheng Quzhi's smile froze, he quickly threw his suitcase aside, and ran toward the kitchen like a wind. Damn, he really doesn't want to eat Wei Dao's dark dishes anymore!

From a distance, I could smell the scents floating in the kitchen. Zheng Quzhi's expression was a little distorted. How did Wei Yan do it? Everything he cooks looks super delicious, but it tastes exactly like dark dishes.

Inside, Wei Yan was holding a spatula with a straight face, cooking the noodles seriously. Zheng Quzhi's eyelids jumped, and he hurried over: "Mr. Wei is working hard! Let me help Mr. Wei!"

With that, walked inside.

"No." Wei Yan refused with a faint expression. He stretched his hand to the salt jar and saw that he opened the lid to pour the salt down. Zheng Qu knew his eyesight rushed over with his hand, reaching out from behind to hold Wei Yan's wrist.

From a distance, it was as if Zheng Quzhi had held Wei Yan in his arms. In this posture, Zheng Quzhi shook Wei Yan's wrist. After sprinkling almost the salt, his hand slid down and took away the salt jar Wei Yan was holding. He laughed and said, "Ahaha... I want to eat light today. Click hahaha..."

With that, he stepped back and opened the distance between the two.

Wei Yan lowered his eyes, glanced at the place Zheng Quzhi had just grabbed, his eyes flickered. After a long time, he said lightly: "Okay."

Zheng Quzhi breathed a sigh of relief as Wei Yan poured the noodles into the bowl. Fortunately, this pot noodle will no longer have the salty tongue tingling like the previous few days.

This time the noodles undoubtedly made everyone's eyes widened, and they almost couldn't believe that the salty and suitable noodles actually came from their Mr. Wei.