Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

"No." The butler stood not far behind him, and replied respectfully: "However, the email shows that it has been read."

"Then let her go." Hisoka put his arms casually on top of his head, bent his wrists, and used his slender fingers to fiddle with his slightly curvy hair.

"The patriarch seems to be very dissatisfied with your trip to China." The butler tentatively said, "There has been news that you may be asked to go to a family banquet."

"It's boring, don't worry about it." Hisoka didn't even lift his eyelids: "You don't need to report this kind of news to me."

"Yes." The housekeeper nodded, put away the folder in his hand, bowed to Hisoka, turned and left.

Hearing the sound of the butler leaving, Hisoka slowly opened his beautiful eyes, the green pupils shining brightly in the dim light.

"He'er..." He muttered Ai He'er's name, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the sky in the distance was slightly white.

It was finally dawn.

The long night was finally over.

Hisoka stood up and rubbed his temples.

He looked at the somewhat narrow room, and his heart was full of nostalgia.

Feeling sleepy, he yawned and walked towards the small bed in the middle of the room.

The bed is covered with beige sheets and pillows, and a creamy white quilt.

This simple bedding used to belong to Ai Heer.

There is her breath in this room.

Hisoka lay on his back on the bed, finally feeling much more at ease.

His eyelids became very heavy, and finally he couldn't resist the drowsiness, and slowly fell asleep.

"How long do you want us to wait!" The tall man was wearing a gray peaked cap, and he looked extremely impatient: "Half an hour has passed! Are you still coming?"

"My young master is busy with work, please forgive me." The servant stood beside him and replied calmly.

"If we don't come, we'll leave!" said another man who was a little shorter. He wore a pair of red-rimmed glasses, and his small eyes flicked around behind the two pieces of glass.

"My brother said that if you two want to leave, you are free to do so." Lan Linger stood on the stairs, looking down at the two men sitting in the middle of the living room.Her hair has been delicately dyed, and she is wearing an emerald green skirt suit with a pearl pocket handbag.

Looks like it's time to go out.

"What?" The tall man showed an expression of disbelief: "Is he not curious at all?"

"You can do whatever you want." Lan Ling'er walked down the stairs slowly, with a calm expression on her face: "Anyway, the authenticity of your gossip may not be very high."

"We have evidence!" Another man with glasses said excitedly, "And this news is very explosive!"

"Really, let me see the evidence?" Lan Ling'er raised the corner of her mouth lightly: "What is so important."

"You can read it, but letting you read it is equivalent to selling you the news." The tall man rolled his eyes and showed a meaningful smile: "As for the price..."

"Forget it." Lan Ling'er shrugged, "I'm not interested in this." After finishing speaking, she walked directly through the living room and walked to the gate.

"Wait, Miss Lan!" The tall man was in a moment of impatience, and he strode after Lan Ling'er, blocking Lan Linger's face: "I have a piece of news about your brother." The voice was so soft that only two people could hear it. arrive.

"What?" Lan Linger narrowed her eyes slightly, with a hint of danger in her eyes. She didn't want her family to be targeted by such low-level reporters.

"I can show you first." As he spoke, the tall man took out a photo from the inner pocket of his jacket: "Take a look, it's definitely interesting."

The content of this photo is actually... Lan Baifeng and Cheng Moxun?

Thinking of the photo on Lan Baifeng's bedside, Lan Ling'er had several more question marks in her heart.

"She's not." Not Cheng Moxun.This is Lan Baifeng's explanation for that photo at that time.

If it wasn't Cheng Moxun, who would it be?
Lan Linger frowned, staring at the photo handed over by the tall man, lost in thought.

Seeing her like this, the tall man secretly pleased: "It seems that you don't know, I still have a lot of photos of the two of them together."

"Where did you get it?" Lan Ling'er looked up at him with dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"This...tells you that it's leaking industry secrets, so you can't do it." The tall man put the photos back in his arms, and smiled proudly at Lan Linger: "In short, Cheng Moxun and your brother have a lot to do, these photos can Selling for a good price."

No, the person in the photo is not Cheng Moxun.

If it was her, then Lan Baifeng would not have denied it so decisively.

Moreover, according to her investigation, before the oolong incident in the restaurant; Cheng Moxun would never have had the opportunity to contact her brother.

The reporter in front of him probably didn't know where he got these photos.

So he thought he had caught big news... Although if he wrote a report according to his idea, it would indeed be big news.

But the reality is far from that.

She prefers to know the truth, rather than following the media reports.

Thinking of this, Lan Linger smiled: "Recently, you are the first one who dares to set his mind on the two of them."

"How?" The tall man didn't understand what she said, and he just said to himself: "We can discuss how much to buy these photos? Or, you hire me to investigate these things?"

"I'm not interested in private detectives, especially a reporter like you... who doesn't seem to be popular at all." Lan Linger said with a slightly disgusted expression: "Why don't you wait a while, and if my brother is in a good mood, I will give you What's the price for one?"

This is really a guy who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

"That Miss Lan is light." The tall man's expression was a little unnatural when he was told, he turned sideways to make way for Lan Linger.

Lan Ling'er turned her head and glanced at the stairs, but there was no sign of anyone coming down.

I really don't understand what my brother is thinking.

Obviously encountering something related to Cheng Moxun, it seems like a different person.

Is he not interested in Cheng Moxun now?

Lan Linger frowned, and decided to ignore the matter for the time being, she turned the doorknob and walked out
Lan Baifeng stood in front of the window, saw Lan Linger walk into the garage, and drove a red Porsche out after a while.

There seemed to be something flickering in his eyes, then he walked to the cloakroom and slowly changed into casual attire.

"How long do we have to wait?" The man with glasses was fidgeting, he kept fiddled with the settings of the SLR camera.

"Idiot! Be careful to delete the important things!" The tall man sat beside him, and slapped him on the head with a rolled up newspaper: "Where are you going to get so much money!"

"It seems that you two are short of money?" Lan Baifeng walked down the stairs slowly while talking.

He put on a pair of casual house slippers, walked to the center of the living room, and sat opposite the two so-called reporters: "I like to make long stories short, please tell me what you mean by your visit?"

"Your subordinates brought us here!" The tall man rolled his eyes a few times: "But it's okay, we've been wandering around Cheng Moxun's house for a week, and we've got so much news, we really hope for a good one. Sell ​​it for the price."

"No, I don't intend to pay." Lan Baifeng scratched his hair lazily, and he beckoned the servant to pour him a glass of water.

"Sorry, we have nothing to say." The man with glasses said with confidence, "Since you're not curious enough..."

"Then there is nothing to talk about." Lan Baifeng shrugged: "You two can go back."

"Are you really not curious?" The tall man's eyes widened. He couldn't believe Lan Baifeng's attitude.

He fumbled for a photo from his pocket and threw it on the table in front of Lan Baifeng: "And this, Young Master Lan, how do you explain it?"

With just one glance, Lan Baifeng was already trembling all over.

How did these photos get out there? ?Obviously, only he himself kept it in the photo album!

Seeing his unwell complexion, the two reporters looked at each other and smiled smugly.

"You are very courageous." Lan Baifeng suddenly smiled instead of anger. He raised his head and looked at the two people leisurely: "Whether it's me or Xu Ziyu, you are not afraid of offending."

This smile looks gentle and harmless, but it always makes people feel like a sharp knife swishing at themselves.

The tall man swallowed, and the man with glasses tugged at his sleeve lightly: "The situation doesn't look right."

"Shut up!" Cursed fiercely, the tall man could not help but sit up straight: "We can tell you some information first, and if you are interested, then pay us,"

"Sounds good, but how can I believe that what you said is true?" Lan Baifeng shrugged indifferently: "You can go out from here and find the next person who might want to buy your news."

"We can provide the evidence you need." The tall man looked at the man with glasses.

The man with glasses nodded, took the SLR camera off his neck, and put it in front of Lan Baifeng.

Lan Baifeng showed a puzzled expression.

The tall man smiled slyly. "I hope the contents don't scare you."

Lan Baifeng looked at the camera on the table, his expression was calm, and he didn't intend to touch it.

"What?" The tall man raised his hand and turned the brim of his peaked cap back: "You can take a look first, and we'll discuss the price later."

"Tell me first, what news do you want to sell to me?" Lan Baifeng leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, tilted his head, and looked at the two people in front of him with lowered eyelids.

The servant brought a white teacup with golden patterns on it, and placed it in front of him respectfully.

"Of course it's about Cheng Moxun." The man with glasses kept playing with his fingers while talking: "Her family has not been very peaceful recently."

"Oh?" Softly uttering a syllable, Lan Baifeng straightened up slightly, and then reached for the teacup on the table.

Cheng Moxun's home?Refers to her family?Or the home she lives in now?

Facing the leisurely Lan Baifeng, the tall man couldn't sit still: "That friend of hers seems to have caused her a lot of trouble."

Lan Baifeng paused while drinking tea, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.