The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Zheng Quzhi was silent, and said after a long while, "I will not go back now."

After all, he grew up with Zheng Quzhi, and Lian Liankan noticed something was wrong, pursed his lips, did not ask, got up and went to the kitchen.

He got up and made this porridge early in the morning, and he didn't know that Mr. Wei was a god. Even Zheng Qu knew when he woke up. He even called him a fatal serial call early in the morning to get him up and cook the porridge.

After filling a large bowl, he walked out carrying the porridge. Suddenly, he paused, "Zheng Quzhi, did you **** forget something?"

"Huh?" Zheng Quzhi grabbed his hair and turned his head, his eyes were ignorant, looking quite innocent.

"You **** haven't bathed for days and nights. I took your clothes off when I saw that you were pitiful, and reluctantly let you lie in my bed. Now that you are full, do you still want me to make a good bath? I helped you take the bath?" Even Liankan's temple jumped suddenly, and he said why he always feels rotten!

Zheng Quzhi's movements became stiff, and he remembered that he hadn't taken a bath, and his face immediately turned blue and white.

"Did you wash my feet for me?" Zheng Quzhi thought of his disgusting feet. For a moment, he wanted to chop off his legs.

"Wash!" Lian Liankan's face was not good. Zheng Quzhi slept like a pig all the way. It was he who carried Zheng Quzhi to his home and washed his dirty and foul-smelling feet as if waiting for his ancestors. Thinking about it now, it's still a bit disgusting.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Quzhi let go of his heart and quickly got up from the sofa. Suddenly, he lowered his head and glanced, seeing that he was really only wearing big pants, he couldn't help but twitched his mouth, "I'll wash it first, you find me a set of clothes."

His clothes and luggage are in Wei's house, so he can only make do with Lian Lian Kan.

Lian Liankan shook his head and pulled the suitcase in the corner. In fact, Wei Zhai sent someone over yesterday. A man who looked like a skinny monkey talked a lot about it and gave him his suitcase.

He opened Zheng Quzhi's suitcase in a light car and turned over a set of more comfortable clothes. He knocked on the bathroom door and shouted: "Open the door, I will give you clothes!"

After waiting for a while, Lian Liankan frowned without waiting for a response.

In the bathroom, Zheng Quzhi looked at the two **** handprints outside the window, his face a little ugly.

"Zhier?!!! Qu Zhi?!!!" Outside, Lian Liankan seemed a little anxious.

Zheng Quzhi came back to his senses, he exhaled heavily, opened the door a crack, and stretched out his hand: "Where is the soul?"

Lian Liankan twitched his mouth, tucked his clothes over, turned and left. Damn, he thought something happened to someone inside!

***

"Aunt Lian, are you okay these days?" Zheng Quzhi gobbled up porridge into his mouth and asked vaguely.

He seemed to remember that Lian Kan seemed to be fainted before entering, and then stayed at Lin Niansi's manager's house all night? ?

"What can happen?" Lian Liankan rolled his eyes indifferently, "The skinny monkey sent me a talisman the next day, and I took it all day long like a treasure! "

Zheng Quzhi let out a cry, remembering that at that time, Wei Yan seemed to say that he would ask Qi Wei to give Lian Liankan a symbol. But he still wanted to secretly give Lian Kan a symbol of Wei Yan's painting, but unfortunately, it was gone.

Thinking of this, he shook his head regretfully.

"You and Mr. Wei stayed in a haunted house for three days, right?" Lian Kan still couldn't help but said, Zheng Quzhi just disappeared from the world in the past three days, and the phone call couldn't get through.

Had it not been for the visitor from Wei Zhai that he had gone out with Mr. Wei on errands, he would have gone to the police.

"Right." Zheng Quzhi had no energy, replied with empathy.

His hair was still dripping with water, his face was pale and he looked dull, but he kept sending porridge into his mouth, like a robot.

Lian Lian sighed, wanting to ask further, but was afraid of irritation.

Zheng Quzhi raised his eyes and glanced at Liankan. As soon as he saw his expression, he knew what Liankan was thinking. He couldn't help but roll his eyes: "If you have anything, you can ask me anyway. "

This is true. As long as there is something in his mind, even if Liankan doesn't ask at the time, as long as he finds that there is nothing wrong with him, even Liankan will fly around him like a fly. If he doesn't dig out things give up.

So sometimes, Zheng Quzhi feels that Lian Liankan is more suitable to be a paparazzi.

"Actually, I didn't ask you, I guessed almost." Lian Lian thought for a while, still felt that Zheng Quzhi should not be forced at this time, and said: "Although the police station tried to block the news, it is inevitable that there will be rumors. It was revealed. I heard that two tourists and two policemen died in the haunted house. A lot of things happened inside, right?"

"Yeah." A dark color flicked across Zheng Qu's eyes: "Lian Auntie, that scene is simply ruining the three views. I don't want to see it in my life."

Therefore, he did not want to face Wei Yan.

He and Wei Yan are not in the same world, he faintly felt Wei Yan's purpose. Wei Yan seemed to want to pull him into the water, wanting him to contact another world.

"Let's rest for a few days." Lian Liankan said after a long silence. Just about to continue to comfort a few words, the telephone ringing suddenly rang, Lianyan shook, and poked Zheng Quzhi on the shoulder: "Your phone."

"That's your landline phone." Zheng Quzhi didn't lift his head, with no expression on his face, secretly he had begun to figure out how to save his life and leave Wei Yan.

"I'm looking for you." Even Lian Kan sighed, he could guess who was calling.

Zheng Quzhi moved for a while, looked up and looked closely at Lian Lian Kan for a while, put down the bowl in his hand and walked to the phone, picking up the microphone without hesitation.

The people at both ends of the phone did not speak. A few seconds later, Zheng Quzhi twisted his eyebrows. Just about to speak, he heard Wei Yan's low-magnetic voice from the other end of the phone: "Zheng Quzhi."

"Ah, it's Mr. Wei..." Zheng Quzhi made a speechless voice, paused just a few seconds, and then asked in an innocent tone: "Is there anything wrong with Mr. Wei looking for me?"

"Give you three days." Wei Yan didn't mean anything, but directly stated the purpose of the call: "In three days, come back."

Zheng Quzhi looked down, kicked the table, restrained his inner irritability, and drew on irrelevant things in a gentle tone: "Mr. Wei, if you don't call it back, call it."

There was no sound on the other side, Zheng Quzhi waited patiently, and then waited until Wei Yan's voice became more gentle and patient: "Scared?"

"How can it be!" Zheng Qu knew the dead duck mouth: "Lao Tzu, who can be scared by those little scenes? Just a little tired. If Mr. Wei is fine, I will hang up first."