Ghost doctor Mommy is good V5

Mo Junhui never expected that Sylvia's sudden change of subject would bring up important matters of marriage, and he was completely frightened by Sylvia's words.

"Hahaha, aren't you scared stupid?" Sylvia's voice was as bright as ever.

She smiled mischievously and said, "Okay, I was just teasing you, do you think I really want to marry you? You are so old, I don't want to spend my whole life with an old man! But, if your old man hears you If you want to marry me, you will probably be pissed to death right away?? That would be too much hatred, and I will avenge everything."

Sylvia was upset when she thought of the way Mo Zhenhua always liked to scold others with a straight face.

Isn't it the teacher in the school, who is guilty of being so rigid?What's the big deal? ?Isn't it just a few bad money?
Besides, their family has been completed like that, and it is still unknown whether they can afford a big villa, what's the matter?
There was no response from the other end of the phone for a long time, Sylvia thought it was a bad signal, and looked down at the screen, it showed that the call was still going on.

She couldn't help raising her voice and yelling: "Hey, hey, is anyone still there? You weren't captured by those 'things', were you??"

Mo Junhui came back to his senses, and said in a low voice, "Sylvia, I really miss you a little bit."

Whether it's the degree of fit between the two of them in a certain aspect, or Sylvia's own "ghost exorcism" effect, they all gave Mo Junhui a strong reason why he couldn't do without her.

It's just that his "affectionate confession" scared Sylvia.

It took her a long while before she said, "You, the joke you said is not funny at all! I think you want to find someone to warm your bed?"

"Really not." Mo Junhui eagerly denied: "Actually, it's good to have you by my side, I'm serious. Although I sometimes think you're noisy when you're around, you are the one who can let me show you since I was sensible. The first person to speak."

In fact, he is not as heartless as he looks on the outside, he will also be hurt, he will feel hesitant and helpless.

In the eyes of many people, as long as they have money, they will have no troubles. Isn't what people pursue is material enjoyment?

Only those who live at the bottom of the society need to worry about the daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.

But the lack of family affection since childhood and his father's indifference to him also made Mo Junhui disheartened.

When other people of the same age were still acting like a baby in front of their parents and enjoying family happiness, he was alone with a lot of toys.

There are other people in the family, but they are all servants. Apart from serving Mo Junhui's food and drinks, they don't care whether he is doing well or not, and whether he is happy or not.

In the past, Mo Junhui always had silly ideas, he always hoped that he would often get sick.

Because only at that time, Mo Zhenhua would put aside his busy work and never-ending entertainment, stay at home with him, or take him to work with him.

Whenever Mo Junhui is in the best mood at this time, he can see the importance of himself from his father's eyes and expression.

Only in this way, he will not feel that he is a dispensable accessory.

Maybe Mo Zhenhua is too hopeful that his son will become a dragon. He wants his son to be his successor, who can take over the Mo Group, instead of handing over the country he has worked so hard to build after a hundred years.

Therefore, he has very strict requirements on Mo Junhui. Since Mo Junhui was five years old, he has invited many private teachers for him, hoping to train Mo Junhui into a well-rounded talent.

But a few years have passed, a lot of money is being spent every month, and the teacher is also teaching very hard, but Mo Junhui has nothing to gain.

No matter piano or painting, or taekwondo, he will--
But it's limited to meeting, it's not considered proficient at all, let alone reaching the level of proficiency, even the teachers shook their heads frequently.

As for the academic performance, it was Mo Junhui's blemish since he was a child.

Even though he didn't miss out in class and took notes carefully, his final test scores were barely above the passing mark.

During the summer vacation of the year he graduated from high school, Mo Junhui locked himself at home almost every day and refused to go out.

He was afraid of being asked what school he was admitted to and how his grades were, let alone face Mo Zhenhua, because he was a shame to his father.

Mo Zhenhua is actually not a good father, he just blindly asked his son to become stronger, but he never thought about what he should do to help his son improve.

He thought he had fulfilled his father's duty by hiring a teacher after paying the money, but he didn't know that his lack of concern for his son was the root cause of Mo Junhui's appearance today.

Mo Junhui is very successful, he likes to show off in front of others, he is ambitious and idle, so even if he thinks that he has made friends all over the world, the ones he meets are just friends.

When it comes time to employ people at critical moments, no one can help.

Sylvia occasionally heard Mo Junhui bring up her concerns, and knowing that he was not happy, she felt even more depressed at home.

And all this comes from the serious and harsh old man in their family.

"Hey, you rich people are full of food, so you have the time to think about these messy things. You see, I have to sell wine every day, and I don't know if I have three meals a day. How can I even think about it?" Do you have any family to care for??"

While talking, Sylvia also heard the cry of the baby on the other end of the phone, and she sat up straight in shock: "Turn on the speakerphone and let me hear it! Is that the sound??"

I heard Mo Junhui mention it many times before, but today is the first time I heard it with my own ears.

Turning on the hands-free of the phone, Mo Junhui specially moved the phone closer to the window so that Sylvia could hear it more clearly.

"God!" Sylvia sighed: "The ghosts in your family are so fierce! What time is it, and you can't wait to come out to scare people?? Really sharp! Didn't you say you knew the identities of these 'things'? Then find a master to take a look and send 'them' away! You can bear this trouble every day??"

These two father and son are really strange, they obviously know ghosts, why don't they think of a way to "please" go?
Although those "things" haven't done anything harmful, I always feel awkward in my heart!Anyway, it looks weird anyway.

Mo Junhui sighed, and said depressedly: "You think I don't want to? I have already invited the master to see it, and 'they' refused to leave! They said that no matter what, we will pay with our blood."

He briefly told Sylvia about the grievances between Mo Zhenhua and Mo Xiangnan. Of course, Mo Junhui did not admit that Mo Zhenhua had killed someone.

It is only said that there is a misunderstanding in this. In fact, Mo Zhenhua is innocent, but the ghosts of Mo Xiangnan and his wife still haunt them, making their family have no peace.

"Then you all go to someone's grave and kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake! I heard that if you do rituals for seven days in a row, you can invite the wronged souls away, why don't you try it! Anyway, it's like this, can things get worse? ?" Sylvia suggested.

If Mo Junhui could see her expression at this moment, he would definitely not follow this suggestion.

After hanging up the phone, Mo Junhui had already made up his mind. As soon as the morning dawned, he would immediately go to Chinatown to buy ingot candles and head straight to the cemetery.

Don't ask for results, but ask yourself to have some psychological comfort!
Sylvia changed a mobile phone card, and skillfully dialed a series of numbers: "Master Zhong, you have successfully entered the second step of the plan. That fool really believed my words, and I guess he will go to the cemetery starting tomorrow."

Zhong Yu was lying on the beach of a small island in the Indian Ocean basking in the sun, with a glass of iced cocktail in hand.

Hearing the good news, he smiled triumphantly: "Very well, you can rest for a while and wait for that idiot to come to your door again. I'll have someone follow up on the rest, and I'll let you know when I have the latest plan."

There was a message on the phone, and Sylvia couldn't wait to open it, and saw that a sum of money had just been transferred to her account, and she screamed and jumped on the bed excitedly.

What a great way to do this effortlessly and earn a lot of money!
She must have saved the earth in her previous life, that's why she can meet such a good person as Young Master Zhong in this life, and it is really a blessing to be chosen by Young Master Zhong to work for him.

Just use your lips, and you will get 100 million yuan. Where can you find such a good job!

Thinking of the stupid way Mo Junhui was played around, Sylvia laughed even more happily. With his little IQ, he deserves to be cheated!
Because Mo Junhui had made up his mind and had a direction for the future, he felt at ease, covered himself with a quilt, and fell asleep peacefully.

Even the baby crying from time to time is no longer scary.

When I fell asleep in the middle of the night, there was a sudden "bang", followed by a "crash", as if something had been smashed.

Both Mo Zhenhua and his son woke up from the dream at the same time, only to realize that the surroundings were pitch black, and the lights went out at some point.

Subconsciously, I put my hand towards the head of the bed, trying to turn on the light, but found that the power at home was cut off!
With the light coming in from the window, Mo Zhenhua only felt that the floor-to-ceiling windows seemed to be brighter than usual, and the curtains were being blown high by the wind.

Didn't he close the windows before going to bed?How could there be such a strong wind pouring in? ?
He got out of bed and wanted to find out, but before he reached the slippers, he was pricked by something, causing Mo Zhenhua to gasp in pain.

Looking down, he found that the ground was crystal clear, and something was reflecting light, and he realized belatedly that the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window was broken! !

Why is it so? ?
The moment he raised his head, those white shadows appeared again, and Mo Junhui's panicked cry came from next door: "Ghost, ghost! You, don't come here!"

His voice trembled violently, and it sounded like he had been greatly frightened.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of ping-pong-pong sound, the sound of the door opening, and the sound of messy footsteps. The situation over there seemed to be not very good.

Mo Zhenhua was very anxious. He wanted to see what was wrong with his son, but just as he stood up, the sole of his foot was pricked again, this time the prick was deeper, and the pain made Mo Zhenhua's forehead break out in cold sweat.

"Oh..." The excruciating pain forced him to sit back on the bed, but he called his son worriedly: "Junhui! Junhui! Don't run around, come to my room!"

As soon as the voice fell, what responded to him was not Mo Junhui's answer, but a more tragic cry from Mo Junhui——

"Ah!!!" There was also a muffled sound of "dong dong dong", which seemed to come from the stairs.

Now Mo Zhenhua couldn't care about his injury, he walked around the end of the bed, avoided the broken glass all over the floor, and jumped towards the door with his uninjured leg.

Before going out, he picked up his phone and turned on the built-in flashlight.

When he walked to the corridor, he saw Mo Junhui lying on his side by the stairs on the first floor, with his eyes closed tightly, completely unconscious.