my hungry husband

In Jiang Hong's eyes, her husband is like a fairy, who will never grow old.

Jiang Hong replied: "Why is Mr. old, he looks like he just graduated, and a bunch of little girls followed him when he went out."

Jiang Mingyu sighed quietly.

Don't lie to him, college students call him uncle.

Jiang Mingyu didn't understand why Anle was the baby and he was the uncle.

Originally, Uncle Jiang was in a good mood after having a full meal, but now he can only go back to his bedroom in a trance, like a wandering spirit.

Jiang Hong asked An Le dumbfounded: "What's the matter, sir?"

An Le only cared about eating, without raising her head, and said, "Maybe I'm holding on."

From last year to the present, a total of five students committed suicide in the school. So many incidents happened in just a few months, which is very shocking. It is said that it has alerted the higher authorities and affected the school's enrollment for the next academic year.

According to what Jiang Mingyu said, that ghost should have harmed many people with the method of raising slaves in the past, but this time it wandered to the school for some unknown reason.

The horror game squad in the school disintegrated instantly and stopped uploading videos, but Anle saw a lot of comments on their homepage, and netizens spontaneously made appointments to find time to continue playing.

Human curiosity, like the desire to die, will never be extinguished.

An Le asked Jiang Mingyu whether such games were dangerous. Jiang Mingyu said that most of them had no effect. Play tricks on them.

An Le: "..."

With the teacher's consent, Cheng Miaoqiu took a week's leave, and went back to adjust her mood along with the Dragon Boat Festival holiday.

Anle sent her a message, asking her to spend more time in the sun, and she replied, which made Anle feel relieved.

An Le originally thought that the suicide ghost incident was over, but he actually saw Secretary Cui in the school.

That day, black cars drove into the campus one by one, slowly moving forward on the boulevard, An Le stared at those cars, always feeling a little familiar.

One of them stopped when passing him, Cui Huan got out of the car and greeted him: "Hello, little madam."

An Le: "?" What the hell is Little Madam.

Seeing his constipated expression, Secretary Cui smiled and said, "Just kidding, sir, are you okay?"

An Le nodded, Jiang Mingyu had just had a full meal and was feeling better now, he asked Cui Huan, "Why are you here?"

Cui Huan said with a smile: "What do you mean, in the past two nights, Mr. called my home several times in a row. Today I am here to deal with the aftermath."

That day, Jiang Mingyu used his banknote ability to call people, so they could go all the way unimpeded, but the matter has been resolved, what needs to be done to deal with the aftermath.

Cui Huan saw An Le's question, and invited him, "Do you want to come together?"

An Le asked, "What exactly are you going to do?"

"I said it was a good aftermath."

It wasn't until An Le followed Cui Huan into the car and went to the roof of the administrative building together that he realized what he meant by rehabilitating the aftermath.

Of the five students who committed suicide, three of them jumped from this building, another jumped out of the dormitory window, and the last one was the girl named "Wan Wan" who hanged herself.

The people who got off the black car were wearing black Chinese tunic suits and stood scattered on the roof. They sent out flags, and the white flags were painted with runes that An Le could not understand. They put the soul-inducing flags on the roof, Ring the brass bell next to it.

An Le watched this scene in shock, speechless.

"Mr. solved the matter of the evil spirits. The school also hopes that he can send away the souls of the students who committed suicide. After all, they all died in vain. If they are not handled properly, they may become a school horror legend. But Mr. is too evil to do this, so Leave it to us." Cui Huan said beside him.

An Le asked blankly: "Do you businessmen understand everything?"

Cui Huan said: "Although most of Jiang's family has gone into business, they still have a business specializing in celestial masters. But after all, they are not as good as the big families in China now. The souls of three or two students who committed suicide can still handle it." , if it is a bigger battle, we should invite the masters in the temple to recite the rebirth mantra."

This is much more reliable than those students playing horror games who burn paper money to send ghosts.

An Le looked up at the flag full of symbols.The copper bell leads the way, and the white flag is raised without wind, flying in the air, as if surrounded by something.

Dust to dust to dust, may they successfully cross the bridge of Naihe and not get lost on the road to Huangquan.

After the "aftermath" work was completed, Cui Huan took out his mobile phone and transferred a sum of money to An Le, which instantly exploded his payment app.

"What, what is this?" An Le asked in surprise, the money Secretary Cui gave him last time hadn't been spent yet.

Cui Huan gave a "tsk" and said, "This is the hard work paid by your school, but the school is poorer and more stingy. You keep the flowers first, and let me have the more flowers first."

An Le was about to faint. When he participated in this matter, he never thought that there would be money for him.

Cui Huan looked at him and smiled, and said, "Besides, the old man is very satisfied with your performance."

It was only then that An Le remembered that there was still a patriarch in the Jiang family who was always watching Jiang Mingyu, and suddenly felt that she was being watched by her mother-in-law or mother-in-law all the time.

As for why he wasn't the father-in-law or the old man, he couldn't explain it himself.

"At least my husband is not on hunger strike anymore." Cui Huan conveyed Patriarch's instructions, "As long as you can make your husband well, you can ask for anything."

Secretary Cui's words accurately reminded An Le and reminded him of his identity.

He silently put away his mobile phone, just give me money, don't ask for nothing.

It's just that the experience of the past few days has made him regard Jiang Mingyu as an adventure partner, and he has forgotten that he can have money for such a thing.

Seeing that he was not in a good mood, Cui Huan smiled and said, "I won't go to see Mr. today, just say hello to him for me."

An Le nodded obediently.

Cui Huan couldn't help smiling when he saw his skinny and obedient appearance, and said, "But we'll meet again soon, and I'll just ask Chef Jiang to make me a cup of tea."

An Le went home and honestly relayed this sentence to Jiang Mingyu. After hearing this, Jiang Mingyu became stern and unwilling to talk more.

It seems that Secretary Cui is not very popular.

It's the Dragon Boat Festival in a blink of an eye.

The Jiang family seemed to attach great importance to this festival. Jiang Mingyu received a call from his family early in the morning and talked for half an hour in the study.

This has been a long time for Jiang Mingyu.

Wormwood and calamus are hanging in the small courtyard, An Le is at home on vacation, making zongzi with Jiang Hong.

Zongzi looks like a triangular shape and is very simple, but it’s only after hands-on that you know it. If you want to wrap it nicely without leaking rice, you need some skills.

An Le clumsily made a bucket with the zong leaves, and then filled it with glutinous rice. He wanted to add everything, including meat, dates, peanuts, and red beans.

Jiang Hong shook her head when she saw it: "If you put too much in it, the smell will spread, and the rope won't be able to tie it later."

An Le closed the leaves with his hands, but when he tied the rope, he couldn't seal the mouth, and the white glutinous rice leaked out.

"Hey." He kept laughing silly, Jiang Hong reached out and took his zongzi to help him remedy it.

An Le, an amateur player, can only make crooked melons and split dates. Jiang Hong looks big, but his hands are very delicate. With a big hand movement, a beautiful rice dumpling comes out.

He also divided the zongzi into categories according to taste, the sweet ones are long zongzi, the meaty ones are big triangle zongzi, and the mixed ones are small ox horn zongzi.

So lunch was very rich, and even the general's food was better than usual.

The big rooster didn't lose weight anymore, and ran to the side with a small plate of miscellaneous grains and rice in its mouth to eat happily, while the others gathered around the table.

Jiang Hong also took out a jar of Huadiao wine, and said, "Originally, during the Dragon Boat Festival, you should drink realgar wine to drive away the five poisons, but the taste is really not very good. Everyone is a modern person, so just drink yellow bar."

After hearing this, An Le took a cup to pick it up, but Jiang Mingyu raised her hand to block it and said, "You're still young."

"?" An Le said in confusion, "I'm an adult, I only need half a minute to blow a bottle of beer."

Jiang Mingyu was stunned for a while, but didn't stop him.

Jiang Hong poured An Le half a glass of rice wine and said, "Boy, it's okay to drink some wine."

The taste of Huadiao is very mellow, with the aroma of glutinous rice, the wine is mild and a little sweet. Anle drank while eating vegetables, and clinked glasses with Jiang Mingyu and Jiang Hong.

Jiang Mingyu was still immersed in the shock of An Le being a wine tycoon at a young age, so she was half a beat behind before raising her glass.

After eating a meal, An Le sat in the yard to digest food in the afternoon.

He looked at the blue sky on the courtyard wall, and there were cotton candy-like clouds hanging on the blue sky. He finally understood what it means to be quiet in the years, but in fact, he was full of wine and food.

The blue sky and white clouds are so beautiful, how can one imagine that he was still fighting ghosts a few days ago.

Jiang Mingyu walked over slowly, found a place to sit beside him, and looked up at the sky with Anle.

An Le sneaked a look at Jiang Mingyu out of the corner of his eyes. He raised his chin slightly, and the lines of his profile were too perfect.

Jiang Mingyu has entered the state of fugue again.

In fact, Jiang Mingyu's character is not cold at all, but often empty, not talkative, coupled with the bonus of appearance, it makes him look a little alienated.

An Le feels a little conflicted about him. On the one hand, he thinks he is a good person, but on the other hand, he is still a little afraid of him.

"Dragon Boat Festival is also called 'Evil Day' because the yang energy is too strong, the sun is venomous, and the five poisons are rampant."

Jiang Mingyu spoke suddenly, which surprised An Le, who was peeking.

An Le looked up at the sky, the sun is so cute, what's wrong with it.

He curled his lips and said, "I like Dragon Boat Festival, there are a lot of delicious food." He smiled at Jiang Mingyu, "And we can get together."

Jiang Mingyu stared at him for a while, then pointed to the rolling clouds in the sky, and said: "Dragon Boat Festival is a good year without rain, and people are prosperous and there are no disasters. This year is a good year."

The clouds are continuous, the wind is blowing, and the changes are changing rapidly. An Le blinked and murmured: "That's really wonderful."...,,