Gong Jun is a ghost

Xiang Cheng has always been aware of his sexual orientation, he likes hot beauties with protruding front and back, or cute and soft girls.He really doesn't have any special thoughts about the same sex.

As for that kiss, he firmly believed that it was an accident!

So when Xiang Xun's hand came close, Xiang Cheng twisted reflexively, took a big step back, and opened the distance between the two.

Xiang Xun's hands were still in a hugging posture, but his face showed disappointment.

"Why, why did you leave..."

Xiang Cheng was in a state of confusion and didn't hear what he was saying at all.

Seeing that Xiang Cheng didn't answer, Xiang Xun's tone became lower and lower, and his head lowered lower and lower.

The silver tassel hanging from his forehead covered his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.But the atmosphere in the room became more and more strange.

Xiang Cheng couldn't help rubbing his arms. I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt a cold air rising straight up the soles of his feet, knowing that his goosebumps were about to come out.

He raised his foot and took another step back, while observing, he said, "They brought you here too? Why are you here?" Seemingly thinking of a possibility, Xiang Cheng said in shock, "Isn't he here to bridal chamber? !"

After speaking, the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and I saw Xiang Xun's body was about to fall.

Xiang Cheng didn't care too much about wanting to rush forward to help him, he only heard the sentence "How could it be..." The man passed out just like that.

Xiang Cheng had a weird face and said to himself, "I think it's true, just like this, I can hole a ghost's house..."

In a place he didn't see, the bright red writing on the tablet that was thrown on the ground in a hurry flowed slowly like blood.

After finally putting Xiang Xun on the bed and settling him down, Xiang Cheng felt needles pricking his back.

When he first came in, he saw that the door was locked, and he said that he must not go out before dawn, so now it is logical that there are only him and Xiang Xun in this room.I didn't hear anyone coming to open the door just now, so who can come in now?

Cold sweat ran down his temples, across his chin and onto his collar, and the cold touch made Xiang Cheng tremble.

He closed his eyes, An An cheered himself up, and was about to turn around in one go, but was surrounded by a cold chest from behind, and as far as he could see, a pair of pale hands wrapped around his waist, grasping his upper hand and clasping his limbs.

Xiang Cheng's first reaction was not fear, but:

Can you stop hugging my waist!

I don't know if his resentment was too heavy, but the person behind him let go of his hand after hugging him for a while, instead he held his shoulders and turned him in front of him.

In just a few seconds, Xiang Cheng had imagined countless times what he might see after turning around.

Headless ghost?Hanged ghost?water ghost?Shuttle ghost? (Don't ask me what a shuttle ghost is, if you want to know, go back and ask grandma...)

But in fact it is neither, Xiang Cheng thought blankly, is this a human or a ghost?If it's a human, it's too handsome. If it's a ghost, you can put on a wig and play Xiaoqian directly.

Xiang Cheng's dumbfounded expression obviously pleased Mr. Gui, only to hear two deep teasing "tsk tsk".

The hands that hugged him just now gently lifted his chin, and Xiang Cheng was forced to look up at Mr. Ghost's deep eyes.

"Don't you remember me?"

Cold fingertips caressed Xiang Cheng's cheeks, and Xiang Cheng's attention followed those hands closely uncontrollably.

The feeling of being dazzled and dazzled between the four eyes was overwhelmed.

Before losing consciousness, Xiangcheng struggled to wrap his arms around the shoulders of the person in front of him, voicing out his own doubts with difficulty.

"who are you…"

His only answer was a vague sigh.

…………

At the same time, Ms. Zheng and her second uncle were sitting in the main hall of the old house, and everyone's eyes were on the door of the new house covered with charms.

"You really want to do this?"

"Don't you want to?"

Ms. Zheng held a teacup in an elegant posture and sipped tea leisurely, as if she was in an elegant tea room.

The second uncle took a deep puff of the dry cigarette, and said, "Yes, your own mother is willing, how could I not?"

Ms. Zheng smiled and nodded, "That's good."

Everyone has their own thoughts aside, a row of strong and healthy villagers walked in outside the house, each of them carried buckets, either iron or plastic, and there was even an old-fashioned iron pass, and each bucket was filled with water. The bucket was put down, waiting for instructions.

The second uncle leaned on crutches and got up, and asked in a rather uncertain tone, "Are you sure this method is effective?"

Although impatient with the old man's attitude, when she thought of relying on his help, Ms. Zheng could only reply patiently, "I'm not sure if it will work, but it was passed down to my husband by his master, your own father." secret law."

The implication is that if you don't believe me, you should ask your father.

The second uncle's face turned red, and the veins in his hand with the cane were exposed. In the end, he didn't say anything to signal that everything should be obeyed by her.