It hurts to smash a ghost with gold

Qiao Jin raised his eyebrows and nodded solemnly: "You think too much, if there is anything I can help, you can find me, although there may not be."

"Then quickly go back to your 24-hour place to sleep." Yun Mao stomped, "Master, where does he sleep?"

Qiao Jin added without confidence: "Then what, the master said that I can ask you to claim compensation for my locomotive, and said that if it weren't for you, I definitely wouldn't have encountered such a situation, although my car might be as good as it is. It’s a few digits, but it’s okay to use it as a rent.”

"Sofa." Liang Yueyang replied lazily, glanced at Qiao Jin with half-drawn eyes, and lightly instructed Yun Mao, "Check the household registration."

account?Jokin gasped, wouldn't it?

"Who is your name, where do you live, how much money do you have..."

Qiao Jin was ambiguous, and his aggrieved eyes kept sweeping towards Liang Yueyang.

"It's fine if you're an ordinary young master." Liang Yueyang saw that he couldn't find anything out of the question, so he just let it go, and fixed his scrutinizing eyes on him, "If you're not, it's better not to cause trouble."

Qiao Jin waved his hands cheerfully: "I'm such a poor guy, what kind of son is I?"

"My brother asked me to check your motorcycle." Yun Mao put his hips on his hips, with a look of disdain on his face, "Normally people would not buy such a coquettish and expensive thing, and it was a hit in the past few years, have you been evicted?" Is the door open?"

"Then don't talk about it, pay the rent." Qiao Jin didn't hide it, but smiled enigmatically, and coquettishly brushed his hair, "How long?"

Liang Yueyang smiled and quickly withdrew his expression.

Three ghostly figures moved slowly on the road, Yun Mao hesitated a few times and finally stretched out his hand to grab the corner of his master's clothes.

Liang Yueyang was very tired, he didn't even open his mouth, and there was a rising question in his throat, huh?

"Why..." Yun Mao slanted Qiao Jin's eyes, and then puffed out from her pink lips.

Liang Yueyang was silent for a second, then suddenly bent down to stare at Yun Mao, and approached him with a lot of yin.

As if being burned by fire, Yun Mao hurriedly jumped away: "I can't stand it."

"He can bear it." Liang Yueyang said slowly.

Qiao Jin rubbed his eyes, wondering why he saw Liang Yueyang covered in black smoke just now?

Yun Mao's body was tense, his shoulders dropped for a long time, and his arms drooped feebly.

The journey was very long, and I didn't see the community until midnight. Yunmao lacked exercise on weekdays, and his feet were weak and his legs were sore when he walked, but he held his breath in his heart and insisted on not complaining.

"Wow, ancient," Jokin teased, laughing.

Yun Mao snorted: "If you are not satisfied, Eldest Young Master, you can find another place."

Liang Yueyang glanced at Yunmao with a slightly confused gaze, and led the way ahead without saying a word. The only silence in the community was the sound of the wind.

Tall eucalyptus trees block the mottled light and shadow.Jokin vaguely saw something wandering under the light.

"gone."

Qiao Jin was taken aback, and raised his eyes. Liang Yueyang, who was originally in front of him, stood in front of him at this moment, with soft brows and eyes as if smiling at him.

"Okay." Qiao Jin agreed with his head tilted, turning his head to look over the shoulder of the man in front of him.

Liang Yueyang pursed her lips, and reached out to cover his eyes.

"Don't block it, I'm actually quite interested in this thing," Qiao Jin smiled mysteriously, "but my dad refuses me to touch all ghosts and gods."

Liang Yueyang seemed hesitant to speak, and stepped aside with a light sigh, but those things seemed to have left. Qiao Jin looked disappointed, but suddenly leaned forward and smiled into the man's ear: "You are so handsome today!"

As soon as he got closer, Liang Yueyang dodged subconsciously, bumped into Qiao Jin's body with his left arm, and immediately covered it with an ugly face.

Qiao Jin also couldn't take care of the skin, and was at a loss: "Injured?"

"A little bit out of strength." Liang Yueyang lowered his head, his voice was very deep, and he walked around him after finishing speaking.

"Hey, you don't need to be shy." Qiao Jin was stunned for a second, smiling brightly, "I saw your ears are red again."

Turning on the light in the house, Liang Yueyang changed his shoes on his own, with no expression on his face: "I'll take a shower first, it's getting late, you can go to bed first."

After all, these two people will be filming tomorrow.

"I just sleep on this sofa, right?" Qiao Jin looked at the structure of the house with great interest, and asked Yun Mao casually.

Yun Mao snorted, ignored him, and went back to the room.

"What did I do wrong?" Qiao Jin rubbed his neck, wondering why his attitude was so cold all of a sudden.

Three bedrooms and two living rooms, it looks like a little more than 100 square meters, the lamps are simple and elegant, the sofa is made of leather, it feels good to the touch, there are no sofa cushions, the coffee table and dining table are made of broken marble.

"The leather sofa is not airtight when you sleep on it, and it will be hot." Qiao Jin lay on his back and fell into the sofa, muttering.

The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom, Qiao Jin was distracted, they kissed, although it was not a beautiful scene, it was still a bit shocking.

Thinking of that scene, Qiao Jin smiled, and couldn't help changing his posture, putting his head on his hands, and after a while, couldn't help turning sideways and putting his hands on the sofa.

The sound of the water stopped, Qiaojin rolled his eyes, and couldn't hold back the thoughts in his head. He was really full of warmth and lust. Squat down with your face down.

This squatting didn't matter, he stared at the dining table, and saw the tea set on it go up and down, up and down, obviously it was an action of drinking tea, and it would automatically refill the tea after drinking.

The fully automatic tea set is placed on it, the water will be filled automatically, and then the boiling water button that needs to be switched manually will beep, and it will be turned on...

"Hello." Qiaojin helplessly reached out and knocked on the glass door of the bathroom, his voice was calm, "Your house is haunted."

Maybe it was too calm, and the voice was not too loud. As he was talking, the sound of bath water started to pour again, and Liang Yueyang definitely couldn't hear it.

He couldn't hear it, but those over there heard it.The teacup paused in the air for a while, then tentatively walked towards this side.

Qiaojin slapped the door and turned the handle as soon as he turned around: "Your house..."

With a "crack", the door swung open...

Liang Yueyang slanted his back to the door, washed off the foam from his upper body, his straight back hit Qiaojin's pupils hard, his skin was moist, except for a woven black rope on his neck, he didn't dare to look down.

"Your family," Qiao Jin pressed in bewilderment, his face stiffened, "there is a ghost."

After finishing speaking, the voice was like a robot and added without any ups and downs: "Why don't you lock the door."

"Sorry." Liang Yueyang leaned against the wall with a face of despair, his voice trembling slightly, "There are usually no outsiders at home."