Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Without answering him, Cheng Moxun simply closed his eyes.

"I said you..." With a helpless tone, Xu Ziyu gently pinched her chin and let her face himself.

But those eyes were tightly closed and refused to open.

"When I woke up, you were sleeping in my arms." Xu Ziyu clung to Cheng Moxun's ear, and his face was a little itchy as his breath spewed out.

Cheng Moxun twisted her body and didn't care, the ghost king woke up after leaving Xu Ziyu.

"Then you looked very tired, but we all..." Xu Ziyu took her somewhat swollen wrist and gently placed it on his chest.

Not quite right?Cheng Moxun opened her eyes, dazzled by the light from the ceiling, she struggled for a while and looked at the place where her fingers touched again.

Xu Ziyu actually wore the couple's pajamas that matched him?
"I seem to have forgotten something again. I don't remember everything." Xu Ziyu let go of Cheng Moxun's little hand with some annoyance, and looked at her with complicated eyes.

"This pajamas..." Cheng Moxun's focus was entirely on the clothes of the two of them at this time. Could it be that the ghost king bought a couple's outfit on a temporary basis?

It's kind of ridiculous just thinking about it.

"I bought it." Xu Ziyu said with some embarrassment, but he pretended to be indifferent: "It has been kept here and never worn."

"Why do you have couple pajamas here?" Cheng Moxun asked in surprise, suddenly his heart sank, could it be that he and other women...

A picture of Ai Heer and Xu Ziyu wearing couple outfits suddenly appeared in his mind.

The bottom of her heart was sour, and she tried her best to ignore this feeling.

"I've been buying it for a long time." Xu Ziyu sighed, lying next to Cheng Moxun, his eyes fixed on her: "Since I proposed to you that time... I have always been ready for you to move in with me."

Proposal?Cheng Moxun's mind froze for a long time before he remembered that it was the day of the dinner in C City.

"Although you rejected me, I will not give up." Xu Ziyu lifted a corner of the quilt and covered himself.Then he held Cheng Moxun's hands: "We are like a husband and wife."

The softest part of my heart was touched, and my emotions rushed over like overwhelming.

She didn't want to admit that she was moved!
Cheng Moxun seemed to be frightened and withdrew his hand.Xu Ziyu's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand to pull Cheng Moxun into his arms: "You are always dishonest, running around in my arms."

Gently kissing Cheng Moxun's forehead, Xu Ziyu sighed: "Let's rest for a while."

Stretching out his long arms, the room darkened with a "snap".

Cheng Moxun subconsciously shook her body, Xu Ziyu seemed to sense her fear, and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Why do you like me?
In the dark room, Cheng Moxun smelled the fragrance of the shower gel shared by the two of them, feeling inexplicably relieved.

Her eyelids were heavy, but her mind was very clear.

Just listening to Xu Ziyu's even breathing, his body was stiff and motionless.

After a long time, thinking that Xu Ziyu was fast asleep, Cheng Moxun tried to get up and get out of bed.

"Tell me." A voice suddenly sounded in the dark night, making Cheng Moxun tremble in fright.

As if sneering, Xu Ziyu continued, "Do you remember what happened when I lost consciousness?"

When he lost consciousness, it meant when the ghost king possessed him, right?

Cheng Moxun quickly understood what he meant, but didn't want to answer.

The ghost king is far more able to control himself than Xu Ziyu, but the ghost king is obviously easier to please people than Xu Ziyu.

"Is it hard to answer?" Xu Ziyu didn't move, but the strength in his hand was enough to prevent Cheng Moxun from getting up.

Lying down discouraged, Cheng Moxun sighed: "I thought you remembered..." The ghost king treated him more rudely than him, which left a deep impression on him, and if he said he didn't remember, he couldn't hide it from himself.

"Then you already know?" Xu Ziyu didn't want to go around in circles with her: "Tell me, do you know anything else?"

"What?" Cheng Moxun looked at his silhouette in the dark wonderingly: "You mean?"

Xu Ziyu remained silent, as if he was hesitating.

It was rare to see him like this, so Cheng Moxun could only wait patiently.

But when Xu Ziyu opened his mouth, his mood fell to the bottom.

"He'er contacted me." Xu Ziyu finally said, "Not long before you woke up."

"Oh?" Cheng Moxun didn't bother to ask what they said.

But Xu Ziyu told the truth: "She told me that I have misunderstood you all along."

"What?" There was something wrong with the reversal of the plot, and Cheng Moxun suspected that he had heard something wrong.

"It was because someone sent me an anonymous letter before that I suspected you and Lan Baifeng..." Xu Ziyu sounded a little reluctant when he mentioned this sensitive name: "I was wandering between trusting you and denying you."

"Wandering?" Cheng Moxun laughed, "You obviously never believed me."

"No one will believe it easily!" Xu Ziyu anxiously defended: "Do you know what I saw? It's a photo! It's a photo that has been proved to be true by various appraisals!"

Cheng Moxun seemed to understand something.

"Lan Baifeng actually has such intimate photos with you." The jealousy in my heart could not be restrained: "How can I treat it rationally." Xu Ziyu frowned: "But, He'er told me that the person in those photos is not you. "

Xu Ziyu didn't hear the expected doubt, and the calmness beside him made Xu Ziyu feel uneasy: "Aren't you curious? What is the photo I'm talking about?"

Cheng Moxun didn't speak, she knew that it was Lan Baifeng's so-called childhood sweetheart, that is, her soul that had not been taken back in the past.

"What do you really know?" Xu Ziyu asked in surprise, "Why didn't you respond when I said these things?"

"I'm not surprised." Cheng Moxun didn't know how to explain, she could only tell the truth: "No matter what, you never let me go."

"I was just annoyed with that plan. I wanted to see what your sincerity is...so I hid it from you." Although he was curious why her reaction was so flat, Xu Ziyu gave up asking, and continued: "He'er found out Lan Baifeng's past, and some...your information."

Cheng Moxun raised his eyebrows: "She investigates me?"

"I asked her to investigate." Xu Ziyu explained: "Her skills are beyond the reach of ordinary people, so I can trust her to investigate."

"Who is she?" Cheng Moxun felt Xu Ziyu grasp her little hand, kneading it back and forth: "What is your plan?"

"For you." Xu Ziyu replied without thinking: "As for her..." His eyes darkened: "She may be in danger now, but I have no way to save her."

"Why?" Cheng Moxun didn't understand why the person who called her in the morning suddenly changed her style of painting.

Isn't Ai He'er a lady of everyone?Just go out and take your girlfriends to go shopping and drink Starbucks and other famous ladies and aristocrats?
Why does it sound like a hidden master of mystery now?
"The condition that she is willing to help me," Xu Ziyu sighed regretfully, "is that I can fight against the person she is afraid of, and even have a good chance of winning."

"Who is she afraid of?" A woman who behaves like that reveals elegance, always seems to be calm and in control of everything, so there is something to be afraid of?

Xu Ziyu smiled slightly, let go of his little hand, and squeezed Cheng Moxun's face: "A person who wants to imprison her."

Cheng Moxun opened his mouth in surprise.

Two hours ago, in a city on a certain coast.

The night was dark, and the streets were sparsely populated.

Ai He'er huddled in an inconspicuous corner of the street, and the flight attendant clothes on her body made her extremely sexy and charming.She was clutching an old-fashioned push-button phone.

A few men with wretched faces passed by the street several times intentionally or unintentionally, and looked at Ai He'er with strange eyes a few times.

Ai He'er didn't care, she only cared about whether Xu Ziyu had received her text message.

The phone case is worn out, the paint is peeling off, the keyboard is loose and not easy to use, the screen is still a little cracked, and the fonts are difficult to read.

If this kind of thing was left a day ago, she would still dismiss it.

At this time, it was treated as a life-saving straw.

Finally, after a long time, Ai He'er felt a vibration in his hand.

She hastily raised the phone to her eyes, carefully discerning the message on it: "I...understand...do you...have...what plans?"

After pressing a series of characters cracklingly, her finger was hanging on the confirmation button. This pressing may determine whether she can escape.

After a moment of hesitation, she pressed send.

Then he stood up and saw a few unscrupulous teenagers looking at him at the intersection.

With a sneer, Ai He'er touched the back of her waist.

There was a portable folding martial arts stick strapped to his belt, and a miniature silver pistol.

The phone vibrated twice, and Xu Ziyu grabbed the phone by the bedside.

The blue light shone on his face, and his brows became tightly furrowed.

Cheng Moxun moved his body slightly curiously, and quietly leaned over to take a look.

A text message interface was displayed on the screen: "I will risk my life to escape from him."

Sender: Ai Heer.

At this time, on the other side, the cage that was originally used to imprison was empty...

"The madam broke the lock and let the woman into the cage." The butler stood in the narrow cargo hold and explained, pointing to the metal cage behind him: "Then the madam knocked her out and changed the clothes of the two of them."

Hisoka stood at the cabin door, watching the door of the delicate cage open at this time, the stewardess who delivered the blanket to Ai Heer was wearing a bathrobe and tied up inside.

"My unarmed wife, how did you do this?" He said lightly, "Or is someone's stupidity being used?"

It looked calm, but the butler knew that he was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

In fact, he has already decided to do so.

Turning around, he kicked the bodyguard guarding the door to the ground, then pulled out the black pistol tied around his waist, and released the safety catch.

"Bang bang!" The lingering sound of the gunshot still lingered in his ears, Hisoka raised his chin, and handed the gun to the butler beside him.

The bodyguard was shot in the shoulder and thigh. He was looking at Hisoka with a sad face at this moment. He gritted his teeth and tried to say a few words: "Thank you, master, for your life."

"Trash." Hisoka's eyes were sharp, and the two shots he fired were enough to make the bodyguard half useless.

"Master, what should we do now?" The butler looked at Hisoka, and glanced at the ground without a trace of emotion in his eyes. The bodyguard's blood flowed all over the floor. If this continues, Hisoka will definitely lose his temper again.

The butler waved his hand, and several other attendants quickly lifted up the half-disabled bodyguard on the ground, turned around and disappeared from sight.

"He is the last person to have contact with He'er, go and ask about He'er's situation before he left." Hisoka lowered his voice, "Then deal with it cleanly."

The housekeeper nodded with a "sure enough" expression, "Do you need to arrange manpower to search?"

"You can't find her." Hisoka glanced at the cage, the bathrobe on the unconscious stewardess was slightly open, and her graceful figure seemed to be hidden.

The rest of the people present all looked greedily.

A trace of disgust flashed in Hisoka's eyes, he turned his head, and told the housekeeper, "Keep an eye on Xu Ziyu's movements, He'er will definitely find him when he has nowhere to go."