Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Mo Yiyou smiled politely at the men in suits who kept looking at him, and then quickly walked into the elevator.

Besides her, there were a group of hotel guests who wanted to go back to the room in the elevator.

Her attire was quite different among a group of people, but no one secretly made a strange evaluation of her.

This girl kept a cute and sweet smile on her face, and her behavior seemed to be graceful.

Obviously looks very attractive, but there is a touch of aloofness on his body.

She was standing on the side of the elevator, quietly smiling and looking at the floor numbers of the elevator, completely ignoring the eyeballs from the people around her.

No matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like an ordinary girl from an ordinary family.

"Ding——" The notification sound of the elevator arriving at the floor continued to sound one after another.

The guests in the elevator kept leaving, but Mo Yiyou was still standing there with a smile on his face, showing no intention of moving away at all.

Several guests who have not yet reached the destination floor looked at the two rows of floor number buttons and found that the number on the 13th floor was in a state of light.

Are there... guests on the 13th floor?

"Ah——" Cheng Moxun sneezed violently. She reached out and took out a tissue from the tissue box, rubbing her nose: "It's strange, what's going on?"

Lihuajing looked at the TV screen, and it was no longer those messy advertisements, but turned into a dating show: "Is the temperature too low?"

That's right, it was the episode that Shan Ze starred in later.

Probably the TV station in City C has given up the resources to save the channel, so it keeps circulating those local programs all day long, without considering the order of broadcasting at all.

In the middle of the broadcast, commercials suddenly began to appear again.

Lihua Jing stared at the screen expressionlessly, and suddenly found that the advertisement screen flashed and turned into a stage clip of a drama.

The promotional advertisement of "Landuo"...

She looked at Cheng Moxun, who was still rubbing her nose, and frowned slightly: "Are you... are you going to watch this tomorrow?"

Cheng Moxun raised her head when she heard the words, and nodded as she watched the flashing drama content on the screen, "Yes...ah, I haven't set a time with Yuanyuan yet."

She threw the tissue into the trash can, stood up and looked for her phone.

"This boy..." Pear Blossom Jing turned her gaze back to the TV screen, her eyes dim and unclear: "What's going on?"

"I'll see you tomorrow." Cheng Moxun took out Yuanyuan's phone number from his phone and said, "If it's really that boy, he should recognize me when we meet, right?"

"Are you going to find him?" Li Huajing raised her eyebrows in surprise, "On the stage tomorrow?"

"I just have this plan, if conditions permit." Cheng Moxun put the phone to his ear: "As a fan, going to the backstage to ask for an autograph or something should not attract attention."

Li Huajing blinked, turned around with a confused face, put her hands on the back of the sofa, and looked at Cheng Moxun: "Fans?"

The concept of this vocabulary actually had a faint impression in her mind, but she couldn't remember it.

"It's just..." Cheng Moxun rolled his eyes, as if he had thought about it for a while, and was about to speak.

As a result, a clear greeting came from the other end of the phone: "Mo Xun, good afternoon."

"Ah, good afternoon." Cheng Moxun quickly waved to Lihuajing, and said with his eyes, "I want to ask, when are we going to watch the play tomorrow?"

Yuan Yuanzheng held the phone in one hand and the fork in the other, staring helplessly at the pasta in front of her face: "Well... what time is it, I forgot to check the time too."

Immediately afterwards, she poked the beautiful noodles twice with a fork, and then looked at the sincere servant beside her: "What time does the play start tomorrow?"

"Four o'clock in the afternoon." The servant replied, taking a peek at the untouched pasta.

"This time is really, why not send someone to pick you up at 03:30?" Yuanyuan put down the fork: "Or should I wait for you at the entrance of the theater?"

That guy Xu Ziyu, even if he doesn't go to the theater with him, he must insist on watching people enter the theater with his own eyes, so that he can feel at ease, right?
"Well, tomorrow afternoon..." Cheng Moxun hesitated, she remembered what Xu Ziyu said in the morning.

If she is allowed to go to the theater alone with Yuanyuan, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

"Don't worry, just tell me before this time tomorrow." Yuanyuan pushed the pasta plate towards the servant.

"Ah, okay." Cheng Moxun blinked.

She could hear rustling noises from Yuanyuan's side, so she hesitated and continued to ask, "Yuanyuan, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet." Yuanyuan frowned when she heard the words, she pouted slightly, and looked at the servant with an unhappy look: "But I want to eat."

What's the situation?
Hearing Yuanyuan's tone of displeasure, Cheng Moxun raised his eyebrows in doubt: "Is it because the food is not ready yet?"

"No, it's done." Faced with the servant's begging expression, Yuanyuan refused to waver at all: "But I don't have any appetite at all."

Didn't you say you want to eat?How did this turn into no appetite again?

"Don't ask me why." Before Cheng Moxun could speak, Yuanyuan continued to ask, "I still want to ask Xu Ziyu why."

"Xu Ziyu?" Cheng Moxun asked in surprise, "What does it have to do with him?"

"The pasta I ate for breakfast was not only a little greasy but also sprinkled with cheese powder..." Yuanyuan's tone was full of mourning: "But the taste is not bad, so I just ate it."

spaghetti?

Cheng Moxun was even more puzzled.

"But I didn't expect to have spaghetti for lunch." Yuanyuan stared at the plate of noodles in front of her, her silver fork was stained with oil, making it even more shiny.

"What does it have to do with Xu Ziyu..." Cheng Moxun listened for a long time, but still didn't understand the relationship involved.

"These ingredients were all sent by Xu Ziyu...and I told my servants to make them for me." Yuanyuan rolled her eyes: "Please, what does he want?"

"Ah?" Cheng Moxun suspected that she had heard wrong, she took the phone away from her ear a little: "Xu Ziyu sent you spaghetti?"

Yuanyuan let out a long sigh, stood up, and left the restaurant with big strides: "Yes, my servant trusts him somehow, and actually does it..."

"Do you trust Xu Ziyu?" Cheng Moxun was confused, what was going on?
"Yes!" Yuanyuan snorted coldly, feeling very dissatisfied.

She has been too capricious about her body recently, not eating or sleeping well.

The servant thought she was hurting herself, and had to say and emphasize several orders before she could follow them.

The brothers of the Xu family, who had a very good relationship with Uncle Tao, have now become the ones that the servants trust deeply.

Maybe it was determined that the two members of the Xu family would not be harmful to the Tao family, and they really cared about her, the eldest lady...

Please, whose house is this?

Her majestic Miss Tao family has to be controlled by the Xu family, so why not?
"Xu Ziyu would do such a thing?" Cheng Moxun couldn't believe it.

In her memory, Xu Ziyu had never shown such concern for Yuanyuan.

In other words, except for herself, Xu Ziyu didn't bother to meddle in anyone else's business.

Sending ingredients is something that Xu Ziyu will only do on a whim.

But choose to send pasta with two meals?
According to how picky Xu Ziyu is, don't you think it's quite cheap to do so?
No matter how you think about it, it seems impossible, right?
"Ghost knows!" Yuanyuan walked up the stairs depressed, and she noticed a servant behind her watching her.

She stopped and turned to look at the anxious servant: "Please throw away all the ingredients that Xu Ziyu sent, or I will refuse to eat."

Cheng Moxun was stunned, a little surprised by Yuanyuan's order: "Uh, how much did he send?"

"I don't know." Yuanyuan frowned, and continued to walk upstairs: "Is he by the side? Just ask him directly."

"No, he's not here." Cheng Moxun said so, subconsciously looking around the room.

I saw Lihuajing still lying on the back of the sofa, looking at herself with puzzled eyes... No, she looked like she was in a trance, and her attention was not on her side at all.

"Are you willing to leave you behind?" Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows in surprise.

She walked to the door of her room, habitually switched the phone to her left hand, and then tried to open the door with her right hand.

However, just when her fingers were about to touch the metal doorknob, she suddenly felt a shudder all over her body.

A strange premonition also surged in my heart at this moment.

"He went to find Xu Jia." Cheng Moxun turned around and approached the Pear Blossom Jing step by step: "By the way, Yuanyuan..."

They already knew the whereabouts of Uncle Tao, shouldn't they tell Yuanyuan immediately?

Cheng Moxun hesitated for some reason.

She knew that she had no reason to hide Uncle Tao's whereabouts from Yuanyuan.

Moreover, the Star Top Casino may be no stranger to Yuanyuan, who was born and raised in C City.

But she was vaguely uncertain.

This matter... Should she tell Yuanyuan on her own?Or should I check with Xu Ziyu first?
After all, now, a mother and daughter in room 1344 downstairs, and a ghost who is the father are also involved.

But what if Xu Jia had already given Yuanyuan the news?
This thought made Cheng Moxun's eyes light up, and she opened her mouth, just about to try to ask.

As a result, she was stunned by the low tone from the other end of the phone: "I'll call you later."

"Ah?" Cheng Moxun didn't know what happened, and suddenly Yuanyuan's tone became serious: "Okay."

As soon as she finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

Li Huajing seemed to have recovered from her thoughts, and stared straight at her: "So, you like that boy?"

Cheng Moxun showed a puzzled expression.

Yuanyuan held the phone in her hand, stood on the door frame, frowned slightly, and stared sullenly at the person sitting in front of the desk.