my hungry husband

shit.

When I came into close contact with that face, I only blurted out a damn sentence.

The mother-in-law in the afternoon was lying on his back, and now he understood that she was neither asking for help nor touching porcelain, and she was not human at all.

An Le straightened his head, instead of looking behind, he tried to straighten his body, but the weight on his back made him bend more and more.

He could only discuss with it: "Mother-in-law, may I take you across the road again?"

The things on his back don't speak, and An Lexin wants the ghost to speak, which is really hard for him, especially at such an old age.

An Le waited for a while, but there was no other movement except that his back was getting heavier. He bent over and carried the ghost mother-in-law towards home.

He was not reconciled to dying so close to home, he wanted to climb to the door of the house.

Probably because he buried his head too low and didn't pay attention to the road ahead, he hit the electric pole with a bang.

When are there electric poles here?Is it that he has no eyes or that the telephone pole has no eyes?

A big bump popped out of his head, and the thing on his back started laughing, rattling, and making baby-like noises.

I didn't expect that someone who looks quite old is actually a loli voice.

An Le admired himself for being able to complain at such a time. He spent a lot of energy to go around the electric pole. After walking a few steps, he stepped on a small stone, slipped, and fell into the mud.

An Le: "..."

The thing laughed even louder, terrifying and speechless in the silence of the night.

An Le lay on the ground and couldn't get up anymore, she raised her neck helplessly.

Then he saw a pair of leather shoes in his field of vision, the handmade fine leather was spotless, and the straight trouser legs went up. An Le reached out and hugged the man's ankle, rubbed his face, and said, "Boss, you are finally here." , your takeaway has arrived."

The boss lowered his head, first picked up the things on An Le's back, and then helped him stand up with the other hand.

An Le finally felt much more relaxed and could take a breath. He quickly pointed to the struggling and screaming ghost in Jiang Mingyu's hand and said, "Although this one doesn't look very tender, the taste should be okay."

Jiang Mingyu squinted her eyes, looked at the wrinkled skin ghost, and opened her mouth as if.

The ghost cried.

Can you have the dignity of being a ghost!

The ghost cried very sadly, with its mouth wide open, making a baby-like thin voice, hoarse, Anle was worried that its black teeth would cry out.

Jiang Mingyu rubbed its body with both hands, rolled it into a ball, and said, "I dare to come here, and I don't want to see whose territory it is." He glanced at Anle, and said to the ghost, "Don't come any closer. He will eat you next time."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Mingyu bumped the ghost ball in his hand, and then patted it on the ground. The ghost ball made a humming sound, and was terrified. Finally, Jiang Mingyu threw it into the sky, kicked out the long legs, and sent the ghost to the ground. Kicked away.

An Le stared dumbfounded at the ball drawing a perfect arc and disappearing into the night.

He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and asked Jiang Mingyu: "Don't you want to eat?"

Jiang Mingyu clapped his hands and said flatly: "It's not delicious." He also commented, "There is no water, especially firewood."

An Le: "..." You are still picky eaters!

Jiang Mingyu walked up to Anle's side and patted the dust off his clothes for him. This action flattered Anle, and then Anle heard him say: "This kind of unlucky ghost has no hostility, but just likes to attach to people to make fun of them. It may be it. I found out that you could see him, and deliberately punished you. Apart from being bad luck, there is no special danger to be stained with it." He paused, and added, "At most, he will go to the hospital."

Anle opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

He finally found out that in Jiang Mingyu's eyes, those with a lot of hostility are delicious, and those without hostility are equal to tasteless.

It turns out that you are from Sichuan, you have such a heavy taste.

Jiang Mingyu led An Le back home. Seeing An Le's disheveled face, Jiang Hong hurriedly asked what was going on.

An Le replied wearily: "It's nothing, it's just a little unlucky."

He was always a little depressed, and he didn't even have any appetite for the delicacies made by Jiang Hong. He poked them with chopsticks and said he would take a bath and stop eating.

Jiang Hong asked puzzledly: "Sir, what's wrong with your nephew?"

Jiang Mingyu warned again: "It's not a nephew." He glanced in the direction Anle was going, and said, "That's how adolescence is."

An Le, who was delayed in puberty, lay down on the bed after taking a shower, stopped playing games, and went straight to sleep.

But no matter how I slept, I couldn't sleep well. I tossed and turned, and when I was in a daze, I always dreamed of that wrinkled face.

Later, in his sleep, he smelled a fragrance.

Like the smell of green grass, slightly bitter, but bitter for a long time, and then the fragrance turned into the smell of fireworks, which penetrated into the nose one by one, but it didn't feel smoky, and it was very warm. An Le didn't know about it, but all the nightmares disappeared, and he slept very soundly.

After getting up the next morning, An Le walked out of the room and across the yard, and saw Jiang Mingyu and Jiang Hong standing at the gate.

Jiang Hong was holding a string of green plants to hang on the lintel. An Le stood aside and asked curiously, "What is this?"

Chef Jiang told him: "This is wormwood, and the Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon. Hanging wormwood on the door can drive away evil spirits and detoxify."

An Le is not sensitive to the lunar calendar. She doesn't know the exact date of the Dragon Boat Festival this year, but she only knows that it shouldn't come so soon, so she said, "Isn't there still a while, it's early."

Jiang Hong pouted to Jiang Mingyu who was next to him, and said, "Sir, please hang up early, saying that it can appease unhappy children."

As soon as An Le heard it, she knew she was talking about herself, so she chose not to say anything.

Jiang Mingyu picked a few tufts of grass tips from the wormwood frame and held them in her hands. Her slender and flexible fingers flew up and down, and after a while, she made a small animal out of grass leaves, and then strung them together with grass stems to form a small animal. pendant.

He handed the pendant to An Le and said, "At least you won't be afraid of pranks if you hang it on your body."

An Le took the animal, and it was long. After looking at it for a long time, he really didn't understand, and asked, "What is this, an earthworm?"

The other two were stunned for a moment, and then Jiang Hong burst out laughing, Jiang Mingyu's white jade-like face became even paler, she turned her head and left.

Jiang Hong laughed so hard that tears were about to flow down her cheeks, and she said after a long time, "This is a snake, you still spit out the letter without reading it."

It turned out to be the White Snake, the snake and the Dragon Boat Festival are very suitable, Jiang Hong told him again: "The amulet made by Mr. himself, combined with the effect of mugwort leaves, the effect is very good."

No matter how stupid An Le was, he knew that Jiang Mingyu lit the Aixiang to let him sleep peacefully last night. The fright he received was completely dispelled, and he slept deeply in the second half of the night.He carefully put the little white lady on his body, caught up with Jiang Mingyu and smiled and said to him, "Thank you, sir."

Jiang Mingyu was still like that, neither smiling nor angry, just said: "Let's have breakfast."

Speaking of eating, An Le suddenly remembered and asked Jiang Mingyu, "Aren't you hungry?" That unlucky ghost didn't eat either yesterday.

Jiang Mingyu said, "It's okay."

He said it calmly, but An Le didn't believe it.

Before the Dragon Boat Festival, An Le went to school.

Theoretically, he should report with the freshmen next semester, but firstly, Jiang Mingyu stuffed enough money, and secondly, Anle was boring, so he went to the university to attend some general elective courses in advance.

There are not many classes in a week, An Le goes directly to and from home, and in her spare time, she goes to the playground to play basketball with her friends.

Since he took the little white lady with him, he hasn't encountered any unlucky ghosts, but An Le still tries to go home before dark.

Because he is now a casual class, strictly speaking, he is not a formal student of this university, so every time he finds a corner in the classroom, listens to the class silently, and meets students of different majors in class, and has no chance to make friends .

He has been walking alone, and he can always bump into students from the same college several times. The number of times is too many, and he finds that there is a person in the same situation as him.

The student wore black-framed fat house glasses, but he was very thin. He sat aside in every class, took out his laptop, and typed on the keyboard from the beginning of the class to the end of the class, without communicating with anyone.

An Le is very curious about this person. The point of his curiosity is that he really wants to look at the computer screen to see what this classmate is writing.

However, since his encounter with ghosts, he has learned to control his curiosity.

In addition, An Le can often see people looking at him, and when he returns the gaze, those students will turn their heads again, pretending that nothing happened, and then gather together to laugh and discuss.

Mostly girls look at him.

An Le maintains the arrogance of a lone ranger on the surface, but he is really happy in his heart.

Brother is still attractive!

It's a pity that he is now engaged to be engaged.

During a class break, the girls finally couldn't bear it any longer, and one of the leaders stood up from his seat, walked up to An Le and greeted him.

"Hello, you are always on your own. You are not from our hospital." The girl said to An Le friendly.

An Le nodded and replied, "I'm from the International College, come and listen."

The girl made the original expression, and introduced herself generously: "My name is Cheng Miaoqiu, and I am from the School of Management. How about you?"

This girl is very proactive, but she is very generous, very hearty, and not annoying. An Le replied: "My name is An Le."

Cheng Miaoqiu started chatting with him, asking him why he was alone, did he have any friends in school, and was there anything he didn't understand when he came to class from the International College, she was really a caring big sister.

An Le spoke patiently at the beginning, but then she started to wonder why she was asking these questions.

In the end, Cheng Miaoqiu finally confessed her identity: "I'm the vice president of the Psychological Association. If you haven't joined the association, you can consider coming to us. We regularly organize activities. If you participate, you can make a lot of friends."

An Le was taken aback when he heard this, and was immediately disappointed. He thought he was attractive, but it turned out that he was attracted by the club. He said, "Let me think about it, but now I live off-campus and don't have much spare time."

Cheng Miaoqiu looked regretful, and immediately said: "That's fine, why not add a penguin."

An Le couldn't help but laugh. The first classmate he joined at the new university, Koukou, was actually through an advertisement.

After An Le exchanged contact information with Cheng Miaoqiu, Cheng Miaoqiu went back to her seat.

An Le couldn't help but said to himself: "Is the club in this school working so hard? It's pulling everyone into the classroom."

As a result, the male students next to him laughed when they heard it, and some nosy ones turned their heads to An Le and said, "No way, this is the task given by the teacher to Xinxie, and ask them to take care of the students who have placed orders."

An Le asked back, "Why?"

Several boys looked at each other, and the classmate said, "You don't even use the Internet, because there were a lot of students who committed suicide in school last year, and the teachers are all nervous, and they are very concerned about our mental health."

He pointed to the tallest building of the school outside the window, and said: "The administrative building of X University, you can relieve all your worries with one jump."...,,