Shock! The male protagonist has turned dark again, the host should pamper him

Lu Zhuohan disappeared until a week later, when Xu Muzhe dreamed of Lu Zhuohan again.

To be precise, it was Lu Zhuohan who came to his dream on his own initiative.

The scene this time was not the Lu family villa, but Xu Muzhe's own bedroom, which made him unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Xu Muzhe's hands and feet were tied, like a fish lying on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

Lu Zhuohan stood directly opposite him, looking at him with a cold expression.

Xu Muzhe struggled for a bit, but found that he couldn't get free at all, so he just gave up and looked at Lu Zhuohan.

"You haven't appeared in my dreams for a long time."

Lu Zhuohan was stunned for a moment, a mocking smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't be ridiculous. You were never nice to me when I was alive, and now you're being affectionate."

Indeed it is.

At that time, in order to increase his blackening value, Xu Muzhe often stood Lu Zhuohan up, making him worry about gains and losses every day.

"What I said is true, you..." Xu Muzhe pursed his lips, as if he didn't want to mention this word, and changed the subject: "After you left, there was not a day that I didn't think of you."

Under Lu Zhuohan's cold gaze, Xu Muzhe struggled to sit up, then lay down again weakly.

"Can you come to my dreams more often, please."

Lu Zhuohan clenched his fists, and a barely perceptible struggle flashed across his eyes.

He closed his eyes and then sneered.

He walked to the bed, leaned over, and gently stroked Xu Muzhe's neck with his cold fingers.

"The wound healed so quickly?" Lu Zhuohan lowered his eyes slightly, his expression cold, "I thought I could stay longer."

"Wound?" Xu Muzhe opened his eyes wide and pretended to be surprised. "Sure enough, that black mark was caused by you. How could you touch me? Are you a human or a ghost?"

Lu Zhuohan took in his surprise, and the mockery on his face became even more obvious.

Perhaps to vent his anger, his originally handsome face suddenly became gloomy, blood kept coming out of his eyes, and he deliberately used the ugliest face to scare Xu Muzhe.

"My family has scattered my ashes in the back garden. Do you think I am a human or a ghost?"

Lu Zhuohan lowered his head and deliberately dripped blood on Xu Muzhe's face.

"I'm here to take your life. Are you scared?"

Xu Muzhe did not answer his question directly, but looked at Lu Zhuohan with concern.

"Why are you bleeding? Does it hurt?"

This sentence was really unexpected. Lu Zhuohan's expression was blank for a moment. His black eyes stopped bleeding, and the black mist on his body faded away. He seemed to have regained his former pure and well-behaved appearance.

"Xu Muzhe, why do you treat me like this?"

Lu Zhuohan calmed down and sat on the edge of the bed. A handkerchief suddenly appeared in his hand and he gently wiped the blood off Xu Muzhe's face.

"How have I wronged you? You actually tried to swindle me of my shares, leaving me with no place to stay in the Lu family. My dad is also..." Lu Zhuohan's eyes were filled with hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you have someone you like? Why do you treat me like this? How did our Lu family offend you that I need you to use your body to get close to me?"

"Or are you interested in our Lu family's money?"

Xu Muzhe opened his lips and was about to answer when a sudden ringing sounded.

They both looked at the phone on the bedside table.

Lu Zhuohan sneered, "He really can't leave you for a moment."

After saying this, Lu Zhuohan disappeared again.

Xu Muzhe called him anxiously, but he couldn't make any sound, as if his vocal cords were injured and he could only make a whimpering sound.

After a while, he woke up and found himself alone in the room. His hands and feet were not tied and he could move freely.

The phone on the table was still vibrating, and a trace of impatience flashed across Xu Muzhe's face.

He picked up the phone and said in a bad tone, "What's wrong?"

Xie Shuzhi was silent for a moment, then replied aggrievedly, "Why are you so fierce?"

Xu Muzhe got out of bed and pinched his eyebrows tiredly.

"I was just sleeping and was suddenly woken up by you. I was a little annoyed."

"You're still sleeping at this hour?" Xie Shuzhi frowned. "It's been a long time since you last visited the Lu Corporation. Have you forgotten your uncle's last words?"

"I haven't forgotten." Xu Muzhe interrupted impatiently, "I have something else to do, I'll hang up first."

"What do you want..."

The call was hung up, and Xie Shuzhi stared blankly at the black phone screen.

He knew that Xu Muzhe had always had the young master of the Lu family in his heart.

From the day Xu Muzhe decided to approach Lu Zhuohan, he had a premonition that the plan would get out of control.

Fortunately, the person is already dead.

Now it just takes time to heal.

Xie Shuzhi put down her phone and put on makeup in front of the mirror.

There was another performance in the evening, and he originally wanted to invite Xu Muzhe to come.

Ever since Lu Zhuohan died, Xu Muzhe never came to see his performance again.

Xie Shuzhi didn't want a deceased person to be between them and affect their feelings.

After finishing the eyeshadow, Xie Shuzhi put down the brush and prepared to call his assistant in.

At this moment, he noticed a dark shadow flash behind him and looked over quickly.

"Who is it?" Xie Shuzhi stood up, walked to the cloakroom, and called the assistant's name, "Is it Xiao Chen?"

There was no movement at all.

Xie Shuzhi smiled helplessly, thinking that he was probably under too much pressure and had hallucinations.

When he turned around, the face of the dead young master of the Lu family suddenly appeared in the mirror.

His face was pale, his eyes were so dark that his emotions could hardly be discerned, and there was a bloody mark on his neck, almost breaking it in two.

"Ghost...Ghost..."

Xie Shuzhi fainted.