you are scary

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Out of Song Nongmo's trust, or suspicion, that he replied to WeChat in seconds without asking why at 10:[-] in the morning and arrived at XXXXX Hotel within [-] minutes, Bai Qianwan went downstairs to greet him in person.

Waiting for Bai Qianwan to take the elevator down from the 29th floor, the man who got up in the morning with the nameplate of the manager of the hotel lobby and Song Nongmo chatting and laughing first came into view.Bai Qianwan pricked up his ears to secretly listen to the conversation, and found that the manager actually called Song Nongmo the boss.Several beautiful waitresses and ladies treated him like a spring breeze.

What's the situation?

Bai Qianwan poked the personal waiter in the suite next to him: "Why do you call him the boss?"

"Mr. Xiao Song is the major shareholder of the XXXXX hotel chain." The waiter explained, "Mr. Song Shen bought the hotel many years ago and gave it to Mr. Song as one of his 15-year-old gifts."

"..."

You can do whatever you want with money.

From Song Nongmo's point of view, Bai Qianwan is poked in the hall like a toothpick. The less he wears, the thinner he looks. He is wearing a beige sleeveless T-shirt and white shorts like pajama pants. The white slippers dangled, and the whole person was a few shades lighter than others.He had dark circles under his eyes, his complexion was terrible, and he spoke in a voice that was as breathless as air.

Bai Qianwan seemed to have not slept all night, he waved his right hand lightly and feebly, beckoning Song Nongmo to take the elevator inside.

"You live in the presidential suite?" Song Nongmo raised his eyebrows, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, Bai Qianwan is a person who is extremely restrained about his expenses, or he has no desire for consumption.Even though he was paid 100 million, he still lived in a cheap haunted house and didn't even buy a bicycle.

"Because of some reason." Bai Qianwan said vaguely, his eyes were glazed over, his fingers dangling on the elevator button, it was the 29th floor that Song Nongmo helped him press.

With a light body, Bai Qianwan was carried by the elevator and flew up into the sky.Song Nongmo stood in the upper right corner of the elevator, as always, with a heroic spirit and a tall and straight figure, but Bai Qianwan was too sleepy, even looking at his face couldn't refresh himself.

In a trance, Song Nongmo's voice floated into his ears: "What are you talking to me about?"

He opened his eyelids, and the elevator door just opened: "I feel that I can't explain clearly in WeChat about your father, Mr. Song Lan."

"Song Lan?" Song Nongmo's voice suddenly changed its tone.

Suddenly there was a layer of shackles on his shoulders, and he looked down, it turned out to be Song Nongmo's delicious and beautiful hand, which was pressed against his wrist by a valuable wristwatch.Bai Qianwan woke up a lot, raised his hand and patted the back of the opponent's hand, and comforted him: "You have to be mentally prepared."

Song Nongmo had already guessed about it.

With Bai Qianwan's physique, bumping into ghosts is common, but this time he met Song Lan...

The waiter in the black and red uniform opened the door with a low eyebrow.

As soon as the door was closed, Song Nongmo was slightly disappointed, but his tone was still calm: "I have prepared for it. He has been missing for 15 years, and the family agrees that he has passed away for some reason. Is he here?"

The master bedroom door opened suddenly.

Song Nongmo paused, and Bai Qianwan was about to explain, "Ah, this is not Mr. Song Lan", when the blue-skinned man rushed out and ran naked. When he saw Song Nongmo, he slammed on the brakes like a galloping wild horse.

Song Nongmo and Xiaokang Wang looked at each other, and they both kept silent.

"This is King Xiaokang, the ghost I just met." For some reason, Bai Qianwan hurriedly dragged him to the small garden, and hurriedly shook Song Nongmo's hand, without him noticing.

The glass door of the balcony was wide open, and a thick black-haired figure was sitting on a recliner. When he turned his head, Bai Qianwan's hand tightened suddenly.

It was rare for him to suddenly feel unbearable: "You guys talk, I'll go out first."

The naked Xiaokang Wang was lying on the sofa in the living room like a big blue lobster, with the arms on his back stretched out with difficulty and beckoning to Bai Qianwan.Xiaokang Wang's expression is also mournful.

Bai Qianwan hooked his fingers: "Come out with me, let's go outside."

One person and one ghost are in a daze in the elevator.

"How long are they going to talk?" Xiaokang Wang yawned, while the other two hands were stretching, "I'm so sleepy and want to sleep."

"I don't know." Bai Qianwan also yawned profusely.

"The person you brought," Xiaokang Wang said sharply, "is a ruthless character."

Bai Qianwan's half-closed eyelids opened as if bouncing, and his eyes sparkled with excitement: "What do you mean?"

"It literally means that the team leader of the Special Incident Handling Department treats suspects as ruthlessly as they would treat an enemy, and never talks too much if they can do it. It's really annoying."

"Have it?"

He was taken aback.Song Nongmo never hit him, did he?In many cases, he is quite caring and gentle.

"I was arrested by him, and I had a big fight with him on the day of the arrest. Later, I was acquitted and that's how it ended."

Bai Qianwan looked him up and down again.Tall and strong, if his self-introduction is not bragging, the 2000-year-old evil ghost is indeed very powerful, and the entire ghost is an entity formed by years of resentment.Song Nongmo actually had a feud with such a ghost?

"When he saw me with you, he was probably very vigilant. That's what he said in his eyes. It's kind of funny. Song Nongmo cares about you so much. What's your relationship?"

The elevator went up and down in Xiaokang Wang's operation.

"It's just an ordinary classmate relationship. Your way of inquiring is like the wife who gathers people to gossip when she is taking care of the children downstairs."

"Is it your boyfriend? I see you are holding hands." Xiaokang Wang ignored his answer, and the hand behind his back seemed to be the essence of his emotions, dancing wildly with excitement at the moment.

Boy friend?

Speaking of which, Song Nongmo also treated him as a "baby" a few days ago, which completely gave the impression of being a romantic.Such a personality coupled with suspicion and sensitivity, switching to the cold mode of "my handcuffs are already hungry and thirsty" at any time, is really not a good candidate for a boyfriend.His only advantage is that he is handsome and handsome, and looks delicious.

Bai Qianwan was too lazy to explain to Xiaokang Wang: "Since you have a problem with him, are you going to threaten him with me?"

"No, in fact, I have something to ask him for." Xiaokang Wang raised a blue finger, "In my dream, he is also a ruthless character, and I feel that he can help me a lot."

Ding dong.

The elevator door opened again, and the two pieces of Cheng Liang's metal separated left and right, and a man with broad shoulders, long legs, and stern eyes came into view.Bai Qianwan pressed the button and got out of the elevator first.

"Are you okay?" He asked Song Nongmo.

Song Nongmo nodded, his face was expressionless, but he didn't seem to want to say more.After seeing the blue-skinned naked man coming out of the elevator, he suddenly said, "How do you know him?"

"King of Xiaokang? Just a room in the hotel." Bai Qianwan looked around after entering the room, "Is Mr. Song Lan not there?"

"he's gone."

Song Nongmo led him all the way to the balcony garden.

gone?

Isn't he a ghost trapped in the room?

Bai Qianwan was startled, left Xiaokang Wang behind and asked, "Why? Isn't he sealed here?"

"Untie it and send it away." Song Nongmo closed the balcony door, turned his head, and found the sneaky Bai Qianwan secretly squinting at his fingers.

He had two wounds on his index finger and thumb.

"You still have this ability?" Bai Qianwan stared at his fingers suspiciously.

——Song Nongmo used his blood to break his father's seal.

It seems that... there is indeed such a solution, and the blood of close relatives must be used.Bai Qianwan has some understanding of witchcraft, but he is not proficient in it. Since entering the industry in the past few years, Bai Qianwan has been conscientiously playing the role of the mouthpiece of the world and the underworld, doing nothing else, so that there is no witchcraft in the past few years Haven't touched it, it's long gone.

"Thank you for today's matter." Song Nongmo said.

Bai Qianwan watched his every move. It turned out that Song Nongmo had returned to the balcony to get a lighter.He fiddled with the silver utensils in his hands, and the flames burst out all of a sudden. He sat on the recliner and turned the lighter on and off countless times, obviously restless.

"Mr. Song Lan's matter..." Bai Qianwan hesitated to speak, but realized that it was inconvenient for him to say more, so he stopped, and immediately changed the subject, "Do you know Xiaokang Wang?"

"Thousand-year-old evil spirits are difficult to deal with." Song Nongmo finally stopped playing with lighters, "You can always provoke evil spirits. He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"No, he just said that he has something to ask for you."

"Ok?"

Song Nongmo had a strange nasal sound when he said this word.A stranger feeling than this rushed up his spine from his fingertips, and a strange familiarity enveloped Bai Qianwan as if his whole body had been roasted by the heater. He opened his mouth, but suddenly forgot what he should answer.

The morning had just begun, and the light sunlight and breeze caressed the two people surrounded by the rose garden. The center of vision was Song Nongmo's vigorous face.Looking at each other in such silence, the strange familiarity became even stronger - he was like a young Song Nongmo.

His appearance suddenly overlapped with his boyhood, including the strange pronunciation of the word "um".

So, they probably had an easier time in the past.Although Bai Qianwan has forgotten all about it, he only vaguely remembers fragments of the boy Song Nongmo: playing on the basketball court, taking a walk, playing around with his arms...

A meaningless smile appeared on Song Nongmo's face.He stood up from the chair, stood in front of Bai Qianwan, and stretched his fingers towards Bai Qianwan. During this period, Bai Qianwan was silent, only staring at his hand strangely, like a curious cat.

"Hey—what are you talking about?"

A blue figure broke in one step ahead of the sound.

Bai Qianwan was taken aback for a moment, then remembered something, and said to Xiaokang Wang, "You have something to ask Song Nongmo, right?"

Song Nongmo who was interrupted raised his eyebrows in displeasure: "What can you do?"

"That's too much, such as a 2000-year-old mystery case, I wonder if Officer Song is interested?" Xiaokang Wang clenched his fist and tapped his head in distress, "Recently, I found out about my youth when I suddenly dreamed about it late at night. Death is very doubtful, it is too late."

"It's very late. When your tomb is discovered, there will be a chance to know the cause of death." Song Nongmo said.

Bai Qianwan hastily picked up his fan and fanned the strong smell of sex in the air.

"I'm a dream ghost," Xiaokang Wang rolled his light blue eyes, "I can entrust you with a dream of a serial drama."

"Oh yes, and you." His blue finger pointed to the fanning Bai Qianwan.

"Why?" It was Song Nongmo who asked the question.

Xiaokang Wang said, "Because in the dream, Bai Qianwan was one of the suspects."