Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

At dawn, Mo Yimo finally stepped back into the Japanese garden.

The old man was sitting on the corridor, leaning against the wooden pillar with his eyes half closed, looking drowsy.

The sound of the car driving, the impact of the wind chime at the door...

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and was stunned for two seconds.

When he looked up again, Mo Yimo was already standing under the corridor, and Huai An was standing behind him, holding a yellow umbrella.

"Young master, you are back." The old man raised his hand and patted off the water droplets splashed on his body from the eaves.

He stood up slowly, his movements seemed to be stiff from sitting for too long.

"Uncle Fu, you'll catch a cold if you rest here." Mo Yimo's face was extremely pale in the night, and he waved his hands looking extremely tired: "Go back to your room."

"The night watch is very hard, don't waste your body anymore." Huai'an yawned.

He saw that Mo Yimo had entered the living room, so he put away the umbrella and put it on the corridor.

"The rain doesn't look like it's going to stop." Uncle Fu stretched his waist, "Sure enough, he's no better than a young man...Huh? Where's Nao, little girl?"

"Here, here!" Nao replied, while quickly running into the courtyard.

She held the goose-yellow umbrella of the same style as Huaian in her left hand, and held a bag of pink things in her arms with her right hand.

"Hey, hey, slide up carefully!" Uncle Fu hurriedly instructed.

Huai An, who had already entered the hallway, stopped when he heard her voice, and turned around at the same time.

"Why are you lagging behind... what is this?" Forbe took the pink package from Nasu's hand: "This... isn't your coat?"

"I don't know what the young lady gave me." Nao panted slightly, and put away the umbrella: "The young master said that these things are unlucky..."

She picked up the umbrella that Huai'an left behind, and put it on the side of the corridor together with the one in her hand: "There is nothing to store it, so I can only take my clothes."

"Give it to me." Huai'an put his hands in his sleeves and looked at Uncle Fu: "If you are unlucky, it will be damaged if you get infected with something."

"Uncle Huai'an, don't rely on your good luck to do something foolish." Nasu took back the bundle wrapped in her clothes from Uncle Fu: "Leave me here for the time being."

Huai An slightly raised his eyebrows: "Nasu, when did you become so courageous?"

"I've never been timid!" Nasu pouted with a smile, then quickly walked through the living room and disappeared through the inner door of the living room.

"It's very worry-free." Uncle Fu looked at Huai An: "You two seem to cooperate well, Jiuhezi is with you, you don't talk so much."

"Jiu Hezi is just a child." Huai An shook his head, turned around and walked towards the inner door of the living room.

It was already daylight.

While waiting for breakfast to be delivered, Cheng Moxun received a call from Yuanyuan.

And the content of the call was to invite her to watch the drama "Landuo".

Counting the days, the time for the drama to be released has arrived.

She almost forgot that there was another young man whose identity was a mystery.

"Are you going?" Xu Ziyu didn't object to this sudden arrangement: "When will I see you off?"

Cheng Moxun was a little puzzled: "Why would she..."

"Just accompany her to relax." Xu Ziyu raised his hand and rubbed Cheng Moxun's hair: "You too, don't think too much for now."

He suddenly seemed to think of something, and frowned: "Did you wake up once last night?"

This is not asking, it is obviously more like confirming.

Cheng Moxun's pupils shrank suddenly, and she remembered the midnight conversation with Pear Blossom Jing yesterday, and complicated feelings began to emerge in her heart.

She nodded silently, without saying anything, she threw herself into Xu Ziyu's arms: "How do you know?"

Obviously, she saw Xu Ziyu sleeping soundly at that time.

"I just feel that you are not asleep." Xu Ziyu seemed to be in a good mood about throwing himself into his arms.

He didn't say it, but he actually knew that she got up and had a conversation with a certain spirit body.

That kind of private spiritual power involvement made him feel faintly uneasy even in his sleep.

However, neither the ghost body nor Cheng Moxun wanted him to know.

He almost didn't need to guess the identity of the ghost, he knew it was the one who accompanied Cheng Moxun.

So he was relieved and let Cheng Moxun leave his embrace.

The only thing that matters is what they said.

"Really?" Cheng Moxun felt something was wrong. If he really felt that she was not asleep, how could Xu Ziyu wait until now to ask her?

She lowered her head a little, embracing the hands behind Xu Ziyu's back, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the fabric of the pajamas.

Always hiding Xu Ziyu like this, causing her to pay attention to disguise everywhere.

But the other party is Xu Ziyu, isn't it?The person she has made up her mind to stick with for the rest of her life.

Perhaps Xu Ziyu was kept from it in the past, because on the one hand, she couldn't start talking about it, and on the other hand, from a certain perspective... she was more inclined to bear it by herself.

Whether it's the ghost king, Aman, Ruan Ruan... or what happened to Xi Suo and Ai He'er.

These small incidents full of danger make people feel uneasy just listening to them.

If Xu Ziyu knew...

This hypothetical idea would pop up in the subconscious irresistibly every time Xu Ziyu's supernatural events were concealed in the past.

She didn't think about it, what was the reason why she didn't tell Xu Ziyu?
Just because, she really doesn't know where to start?
If that imaginary thought is not stopped by the subconscious mind, what guess will it give in the end?
If Xu Ziyu found out, she has been hiding so many things...

Especially these things, every one of them will make Xu Ziyu more sensitive.

Cheng Moxun sighed deeply in his heart.

At this moment, she really wanted to tell Xu Ziyu everything exactly.

But less than a minute after this thought appeared, when she was about to say it, a sudden pain came from her heart.

She frowned, and subconsciously tightened her arms around Xu Ziyu.

Because her face was buried in front of Xu Ziyu's chest, those who were hugged tightly by her did not know that she was unwell.

"It's said that Yuanyuan stayed at home for a long time, and the food didn't taste good." Xu Ziyu opened his mouth at this moment, and changed the topic: "Xu Jia sent someone to check on her, saying that the situation is not very good."

"Uncle Tao is gone, she must be the most anxious." Cheng Moxun adjusted his breathing secretly, and the pain in his heart seemed to have eased a lot.

Xu Ziyu raised his hand, rubbed her hair, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up: "It's rare that she is in the mood to watch a drama, so let's go with her once."

Cheng Moxun felt the discomfort in her chest gradually disappear, she loosened her arms slightly, then raised her head: "Okay."

She still hasn't figured out the reason behind the phantom she saw at noon yesterday.

Since it was such a coincidence, she would go and see what the identity of the young man named Shan Ze would be.

At the same time, under the watchful eyes of the servant, Yuanyuan ate up the whole plate of spaghetti.

"I'm done." She put the fork on the plate, and then pushed the plate forward: "Don't keep staring at me. Also, why eat this early in the morning?"

The taste is good, but she prefers something lighter.

"This... is the ingredients that Mr. Xu sent early in the morning. He told you to eat it well." The servant respectfully picked up the empty plate and put it on the cart on the side.

"Which Mr. Xu?" Yuanyuan showed a puzzled expression.

There are only two of Xu's guys she knows so far; and neither of these two seem to be able to do something like delivering food to people early in the morning.

"The person who delivered the ingredients said that it was Mr. Xu Ziyu." The servant looked relieved: "Miss, it's great that you can recover your appetite."

"..." Yuanyuan looked at her helplessly, then waved her hand: "Go and do your work."

The servant nodded and quickly left the restaurant with the cart.

Yuanyuan was still sitting at the dining table, looking at the empty table, her eyes were a little straight: "Xu Ziyu sent it...is he so enthusiastic?"

While talking to herself, she fixed her stiff eyes on her stomach: "Why does the more I think about it, the more impossible it becomes?"

Her stomach is a little round at the moment, which proves that she is very full.

Other than that, nothing unusual.

She stood up abruptly, looked down at her stomach for a while, then raised her head, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, I've finished eating..."

Leave the dining room, go up the stairs, and open the door.

The humid air made people feel uncomfortable, Yuanyuan had asked the servants to temporarily buy some air dryers, but it was of no use.

Seeing that autumn is coming to an end, it is not known how long the rainy weather will last.

Yuanyuan sat down at the desk.

The brown paper envelope on the table was half-open, revealing a corner of the ticket.

She glanced at the envelope, then opened the drawer and took out the White Bird Mask.

She saw the flashing green light in the drawer last night, so she mustered up the courage to go forward and open the drawer.

The moment the mask appeared in her sight, it stopped flashing, and instead glowed with a faint light.

She felt bored at the time, so she simply took out the mask and placed it on the table.

As a result, she dreamed that night that she appeared on the stage of "Landuo", surrounded by colorful costumes and props, which dazzled her.

Obviously before, her understanding of this drama was limited to the conversation with Cheng Moxun.

The moment the dream appeared, her mind went blank.

She seemed to be manipulated, listening to other people's high or low lines, constantly changing positions on the stage.

I don't know how much time has passed, she had a premonition that her performance was about to end, and when her body began to move towards the backstage...

She actually saw her figure appearing in the auditorium!
It was a first-class seat, and the distance from the stage was just right.

The faces of the people around are very vague, and the only one that can be distinguished is the person sitting on the right side of him.