Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

After the secret agent left, Duan Tinghan asked the question in his mind: "If the things were stolen, wouldn't it be a bargain for them?"

Fu Guanci didn't care much and said, "They are just some failed products that have been modified into suicide tools." He was just afraid that they wouldn't steal them.

Fang Wushuang's sharp comment: "Suicide supplies, a good name, sounds very adult."

"It's over. I can't look directly at Qi Xiangxun and his group anymore. It's frustrating to think that they would die from drugs." Shen Zhinian covered his mouth with a look of shock and said hesitantly.

Duan Tinghan's acting skills were not up to par and he burst out laughing.

Judging from a certain invisible character setting, it feels like he has epilepsy or is having intermittent convulsions.

Fu Guanci: “…”

It is a suicide device, not a drug. Please don't give his creative idea such a name, thank you.

Success was stunned into silence by this remark. He stretched out his hand and pressed his temple. He said, "Go to the housekeeper and get money to play. Two adults."

Let's be frank, it's obvious that these two came here this time to deliberately target Fu Xiuyuan and his son.

Now this task has been taken over by the real victim, Mrs. Fu. Without the task, the two adults have nothing to do every day.

Those who have money and free time might as well go out and have fun, as no one will restrict them.

Duan·Chengren·Tinghan&Fang·Chengren·Wushuang were obedient for a second: "Oh."

The second brother is still the generous second brother. They shouldn't laugh at his sex toys, Sao Ao Rui~

As for the idler next to him, Fu Guanci looked at her lazy appearance with no intention of moving, hesitated for a while, took out another thing from the secret compartment and calmly placed it between the two of them.

Sure enough, Shen Zhinian propped up his chin and leaned over to take a look.

The few large characters that caught her eye showed off her face, "The Richest Family Head: Miss Ghost Loves Me Very Much!"

Shen Zhinian's eyes widened, and he suddenly became alert.

oi——flavors that have not been involved.

The smell was very strong and she liked it very much.

Considering that when they were in Sun Moon Valley, Fu Guanci often wrote some interesting notebooks for her to read, under the pretext that she should not be corrupted by the messy things bought from outside.

(Of course, it is questionable whether it was the reserved ancients who led her astray, or Fu Guanci, whose thoughts jumped out of the blue.)

However, Shen Zhinian was not surprised to see him writing again after seven years.

I was just a little nervous. I didn't expect this to be an interracial story.

So, the nervous Shen moved his head closer.

It was still a short story. Shen Zhinian muttered, "I follow you every day, but I've never seen you write these."

Fu Guanci lowered his eyes and looked at the furry head that was leaning towards the side of his face, and the smile on his face was tinged with a hint of helplessness.

Considering how you slept so soundly yesterday, it would be strange if you could see it.

Although it was called a storybook, it was actually written on a piece of paper similar to a folded paper. Fu Guanci unfolded the written part and concentrated on writing the second half.

The sun lazily cast its golden light, illuminating the girl's thick hair. She read very seriously, and the hairpins on her bun swayed slightly. Soon, she caught up with the man's writing speed.

The above strokes of the pen stopped at the moment when the owner's aunt, who was in charge of the kitchen, looked at the pervert with a nonchalant look and instructed him to prepare a portion of easily digestible food in the middle of the night and leave it there waiting for him to eat it secretly when he had nothing to do.

When the other party could no longer bear it and finally reminded him tactfully that the goods could be delivered to his door, the owner of the house smiled domineeringly and said, "It is better to steal than to give away!"

Aunt: "..."

Shen Zhinian almost laughed himself silly, and said firmly: "It must be left for the ghost girl to eat."

She even thought that this female ghost was truly a person of good character who knew how to enjoy life.

They are all ghosts, so naturally they don’t have to worry about dying from bloating or gaining weight, and they can definitely enjoy all the delicacies in the world.

Sure enough, the next moment Fu Guanci wrote that the ghost girl had her fill that night and even every night thereafter.

Finally, he returned to what seemed to be a temporary accommodation, but in fact, he was soundly sleeping in a room specially arranged by the owner who wished to remain anonymous.

Being a little tired of following the latest updates, Shen Zhinian lay on the table in boredom, and sincerely sighed: "This patriarch is such a good person."

Fu Guanci’s expression was blank: Okay, good guy card?

"I didn't expect the title to be so explosive. It's actually a sweet story about a secret crush. It's written so realistically, just like I really had a secret crush on someone."

Changing his arm to rest his head on, Shen Zhinian looked at the man's serious face. Suddenly, the corners of his lips curved, and his eyes were particularly bright with laughter: "Hehe."

The pen he was holding paused and Fu Guanci was sweating profusely.

"A Xiang is a reserved man," she said.

Fu Guanci silently reached out and pressed the corner of his lips, unable to look at her and smile.

His arm felt numb from resting on it, so Shen Zhinian straightened up and leaned back on the chair, which made him feel uncomfortable again. In the end, he just rested his head on Fu Guanci's shoulder.

"The ghost girl must also like the master of the house, otherwise, how could she have such a strong desire to share and not allow anyone other than herself to bully him?"

It was so light that there was not even any touch. But just one movement made Fu Guanci's heart stagnate. A soft breath brushed his ears, and he could only hear his own crazy and passionate heartbeat.

A drop of thick ink slid down the tip of the pen, and the end of the story seemed to come true at this moment.

Like...him?

Shen Zhinian didn't notice that she had stopped writing. Her voice became sleepy and she closed her eyes and complained softly: "You write so slowly. I'm a little sleepy." Sleep stories make people sleepy.

"What's the follow-up? Has the head of the family become more confident? Has he frankly told the ghost lady how he likes her?"

Following these words, the man's body stiffened, his ears suddenly turned red, and he lowered his head in panic, but he could still see the girl's defenseless sleeping face.

He wanted to dodge like he usually did, but his gaze on the girl seemed to have a consciousness of its own, and her dark pupils could not hide her tenderness.

What is love... When you fully realize your feelings, you can't take your eyes off her.

At this moment, he heard his own voice, nervous and gentle: "The follow-up is that the head of the Fu family said to Miss Shen... He likes those random sharings, likes to have a cheerful figure in these boring years, and also likes to count the time and miss every second when he can't see the figure..."

"He knows many things and will continue to learn more. I hope you like it. I hope...his name will never appear in that thick book of grudges."

The moment he opened his mouth, Shen Zhinian looked into his eyes like a fool.

It was hard to tell whether it was because she was ashamed of being exposed, or because her cheeks were flushed by the love expressed in every word. The girl stared with her big round eyes, her face flushed, and even the tips of her ears were covered with red mist.

She opened her mouth: "You..."

"I..." Fu Guanci's throat was dry, and he was so nervous that he forgot how to breathe. "Have I become more frank?"

This question sounded familiar. Shen Zhinian was stunned. He looked at him blankly and hummed for some unknown reason.

I don’t know what she was thinking, she pointed at herself and asked stutteringly: "So, I am a female ghost?" How could she be a female ghost!