What if the blind date is a hundred-year-old ghost?

In the darkness, Guan Jia, who was hiding, hooked the corners of her mouth, moved her fingers slightly, and a trace of black air slowly flowed into the chicken soup in Guan Mei's hand and lingered around the bowl.

But Guan Wei took Guan Mei's chicken soup without realizing it, and drank it down.

It's really stupid, I'm afraid he is planning some shady trick again, but it's a pity...

Guan Jia walked back to her room in a happy mood, put the empty milk tea bottle on the desk, and walked to the bathroom without stopping.

Crash.

The carefully simmered chicken soup was flushed into the toilet along with the water swirl, and the bowl was placed on the table casually.

Guan Jia unbuttoned his jacket as he walked, and threw it on the chair. The clothes on his body fell to the ground one by one, and then he walked into the shower room.

Slowly, the water mist came up, and the slightly scalding water covered his pale body. He closed his eyes and rubbed his body and hair over and over again, until he lost his strength before reaching out his hand to turn off the sprinkler head.

I took a bath towel from the cabinet and wiped off the water droplets on my body carelessly, then hung the bath towel casually, hesitated for a moment when passing the sink, looked at the expressionless face in the mirror, took out the toothbrush from the tooth cup, squeezed it out Put a piece of blue paste in my mouth and brush my teeth in front of the mirror for 3 minutes.

09:30 in the evening.

The lights in the car were turned off by Jiang Jian. He checked the time on his phone, and it was not too late.

After thinking about it, he turned the steering wheel and drove towards Jiang's old house.

Zhao Yunwei was watching TV when he returned to Jiang's house.

"How is it? Do you feel it?" Zhao Yunwei ate a bowl of sauced pork with great relish, and she couldn't see the elegance of her international star at all.

Jiang Jian put away her clothes and leaned on the sofa on the other side, "Very interesting kid."

Zhao Yunwei raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard that, but his mouth was gnawing on the stewed wings without pausing.

"It's not easy for him to live now. Next time, find him more, or bring him to our house."

Jiang Jian nodded, and moved the wet tissue beside her to her: "Eat less, or you won't be able to sleep at night." Then she turned and went back to her room.

Zhao Yunwei grabbed the lotus root piece and watched TV, took a bite and said, "Interesting, really interesting."

Jiang Jian's room is very large, and the decoration is very warm. There are shadows of childhood everywhere, and there is a large floor-to-ceiling window.

Jiang Jian opened the thin floor-to-ceiling curtain, and the moonlight fell into the ground immediately. He didn't turn on the light, but just dragged out a cushion chair with his long legs.

Undoing a few buttons, he lay down, closed his eyes, what appeared in his mind was Guan Jiawo sleeping on his co-pilot, wondering if he brushed his teeth obediently after drinking milk tea, Jiang Jian shook his head with a chuckle He shook his head, closed his eyes and rested for a while, then got up and turned on the light to deal with today's work.

Although it is said that it is a family business, in fact Jiang Yangfeng has already handed over the authority to his son, and the facts are indeed as Jiang Yangfeng thought, Jiang Jian's methods are not at all as gentle as his own, so that the company can smoothly transform from an old brand to a top-tier brand .

Guan Jia lifted the quilt, shook it inside and out, turned the pillow over and over again, and then went to bed and closed his eyes.

Jiang Jian, it's really interesting.Guan Jia thought about his sharp eyebrows but gentle eyes, as if he liked his soft and weak appearance, Guan Jia turned over, if he got tired of playing in Guan's house, maybe he could...

The author has something to say: Jiang Jian: You are really interesting

Guan Jia slowly approached: I think you are also very interesting