Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

"Are you really not aware of it at all?" Li Huajing raised her eyebrows, and at the same time injected some spiritual power into her appearance.

Now, Mo Yimo can see her more easily.

Seeing the outline of the goblin for the first time, Mo Yimo's expression was not so surprised, but it looked like it really did.

"How do you know that I'm protecting Cheng Moxun's safety?" Li Huajing felt a little less interesting, so she had to change the topic and continue asking.

"I saw the picture of you possessing Cheng Moxun." Mo Yimo didn't hide it: "Although it's just a white figure, it's very similar to you."

"The guess is still very accurate." Pear Blossom Essence nodded in agreement.

She looked at the driver in the front row, but because of the angle, she could only see a rounded back of the head.

She has no plans to use her spiritual power to detect other information now, so she plans to save her energy and ask for it herself.

She smiled and asked: "It seems that you are not the only one with talent? Even the driver can detect me."

"He doesn't know what happened." Mo Yimo shook his head, moved his eyes forward, then sat up straight and stretched out his long arms, patting the driver's arm.

The driver had just started the car and passed the traffic light, and was not surprised by the sudden slap.

Not only that, but he also asked very calmly: "Are you ready?"

"Not yet, sorry." Mo Yimo smiled: "Maybe we have to wait a while."

"Okay, can I change the song?" The driver looked straight ahead, still not forgetting to discuss with Mo Yimo distractedly.

Mo Yimo sat back on the corner of the seat and resumed his lazy posture: "It's fine as you like."

The driver didn't look at the screen, but tapped twice on the screen very skillfully.

In an instant, the jazz turned into soft flute music.

"Oh." Pear Blossom Essence couldn't help but whispered, she really liked this kind of music.

"Although he doesn't know what happened, he knows what I'm doing." The smile on Mo Yimo's face never faded: "Can you understand?"

"He knew you were talking to me?" Li Huajing frowned suddenly, as if she had noticed something, she looked at the multimedia screen in the front seat: "This song..."

"He knows." Mo Yimo replied calmly and dissatisfied: "This song has been adapted to suppress ghosts and spirits."

Well, thank you for being born in a thousand-year-old pear tree.

Pear Blossom Jing secretly sighed in her heart, and then let out a long breath.

Mo Yimo sized her up for a while, then murmured: "It seems that you are not affected."

"Yes, I'm very proud of that." Li Huajing nodded, even though Mo Yimo might not be able to see her clearly.

"You are guarding Cheng Moxun, right?" Mo Yimo tilted his head slightly: "Back to the original question, is it okay for you to leave now?"

"I didn't exist until now to protect her." Li Huajing said helplessly, "What's more, with Xu Ziyu around... and that brat, although I don't know what role it can play."

Mo Yimo heard her words clearly, but there seemed to be some confusion about the logical relationship in it: "What?"

"What do you think of that... cloth... puppet bear?" Li Huajing spent a lot of effort before finally saying the word puppet bear neatly.

If Ruan Ruan hadn't appeared again today, she would probably have forgotten the orthodox name of this toy.

She didn't intend to answer too many questions about Mo Yimo, a proper reciprocity and courtesy would be enough.

For serious questions, you still have to hurry up and ask them.

Immediately afterwards, she realized that she had hit the point.

Because this time, Mo Yimo hid his expression for too long.

By the time she was almost done observing, her expression hadn't completely calmed down.

It was a pretty big deal...it even made him unable to suppress his emotions.

"Why are you asking this?" Mo Yimo's pupils contracted obviously, and dilated at the same time.

His eyes seem to be changing all the time at this moment, expressing the richness and complexity of his heart: "What's the matter with the bear in the restaurant!"

The driver heard his excited voice, and looked in the rearview mirror with some anxiety.

"The prerequisite for me to answer the question is that you must first satisfy my curiosity." Pear Blossom Jing was not affected by his violent temper.

"Did you see something? It's in the dining room..." Mo Yimo's eyes widened a bit, and he sat up straight, reaching out to grab Pear Blossom Jing's shoulder, but in vain.

"I've seen a lot." Pear Blossom Jing doesn't care about her body, being pierced by a pair of hands, anyway, in her opinion, it has no effect at all: "To be precise, I have seen it before."

"What? What are they?" Mo Yimo clenched his fists, with strong and complex emotions in his eyes.

"A little girl, she looks very cute." Pear Blossom Jing lowered her voice deliberately, making her already ethereal voice even more ethereal at the moment: "She is hugging that bear, and has been watching you."

Mo Yimo's face turned pale.

He closed his eyes, and his mood seemed much calmer than before.

Half a minute later, he opened his eyes and returned to the psychic who had a calm personality a few minutes ago.

"Impossible." He uttered these three words slowly, sonorously and forcefully, as if he was expressing a very sure thing.

"Why is it impossible?" Li Huajing didn't care about these details, she just asked lazily, waiting for the answer to the next question at any time.

"It's impossible for that little girl to die." Mo Yimo was actually a little emotional, but he restrained himself very well: "Absolutely impossible! So how could she..."

"Actually, dead people are not the only ones who can do this." Pear Blossom Jing said helplessly, "Thousands and hundreds of years, there are countless examples of this."

Mo Yimo opened his mouth slightly, and finally closed his eyes gently again.

Cheng Moxun stood at the door and hesitated for a while, raising and lowering his right hand several times.

In her left hand, she held a small puppet bear... that's right, the one that Ruan Ruan left behind.

Thinking of the sudden idea 5 minutes ago, she now wonders if she has a fever in her head.

More than two hours ago, there was an impromptu important meeting in the hotel. The president was not required to come forward, but the senior management of the hotel seemed to believe that the president must come.

Xu Ziyu initially refused, as he seldom took care of such small decisions as hotels.

Generally, after a high-level meeting makes a decision, the result is reported to him to confirm whether it is implemented.

After all, the CEO's time is still very precious.

But today seems a bit special. The man in the suit who came to invite the president to move to the meeting room on the top floor said something to him.

In front of outsiders, Xu Ziyu's expression, which had always been as stable as Mount Tai, unexpectedly changed noticeably.

After getting an order to "stay in the room and don't run around"... Cheng Moxun realized that two full hours had passed, during which she hadn't seen Xu Ziyu.

It looks like a pretty big deal.

But, she didn't obediently follow Xu Ziyu's instructions.

Not long after Xu Ziyu left, the hotel staff sent the puppet bear who didn't know how to deal with it to the room for questioning.

This staff member is a fat man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a distinctive mustache...

The first time Cheng Moxun saw him, he immediately thought of the wizard in "Aladdin's Magic Lamp".

In fact, this staff member is a very enthusiastic "uncle next door" with a little chatter and gossip.

While he was enthusiastically asking Cheng Moxun how to deal with the puppet bear, he didn't forget to insert a few irrelevant hotel gossips into the conversation at any time.

"I'm one of the managers of the customer service department. You can call me Fat Beard, that's what everyone here calls me." The man smiled honestly.

The mustache looks a little bulky, but it sets off the whole person very interesting.

So, what was originally just a conversation about puppet bears inexplicably extended to some trivial daily exchanges.

As a result, Cheng Moxun "by the way" heard Fat Beard mention: Xu Ziyu arranged for a mother and daughter to live in a medium-sized guest room on the third floor downstairs.

When Fat Beard described it, his expression was a little weird, and he kept secretly looking at Cheng Moxun's expression.

Especially after seeing that surprised and puzzled look, his tone became a little cautious.

really!Hotels have been in big news the last few days.

The first one is that the president has brought his wife-to-be with the physique of the news headlines to C City!

The second item is the disappearance of the president and the richest man in City C, which may have something to do with it...

The third is that the president arranged for a strange mother and daughter to stay in the hotel without the knowledge of the wife-to-be!And no one knew when the mother and daughter entered the hotel.

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Ah, that's enough for now!

Although I haven't seen the mother and daughter with my own eyes, I heard from the colleague who was on duty last night that both the child and the woman look good...

There are even rumors that the little girl's eyes look a lot like the president's.

Fat Beard was a little nervous... He just accidentally slipped his tongue, and he didn't expect the president to be in the room.

It's troublesome now, is he poking something up?

Because the amount of information is too large, and there is no accurate and reliable evidence.

Therefore, this speculation is only circulated among some middle and low-level employees, and no one dares to discuss it in a positive tone.

As for why no one went to the mother and daughter to testify in person?

One is to consider doing so, if the senior management accidentally finds out, what kind of bad treatment may be ushered in.

The second is that weird things happened yesterday morning and this morning...

"Can you tell me the specific room number?" Cheng Moxun's question interrupted Fat Beard's train of thought. She looked at the sad face of the person in front of her, so she was a little puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"

"No, I'm fine." The fat beard forced a smile: "You just asked for the room number? I remember it was 1344... ah? What are you asking!?"