Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Ruan Ruan didn't react in a daze, her hands still kept circling the little bear.

"I was scared by you." Xu Ziyu frowned helplessly.

He turned his head and looked at Cheng Moxun, who was still sitting on the sofa, he couldn't help pursing his mouth and narrowing his eyes slightly.

"It seems that you are the only one in the room who knows what's going on." He turned his head and looked at Pear Blossom Jing: "Please explain the situation."

"There's nothing to explain." Pear Blossom Jing waved her hand indifferently: "The little guy's father was released and said that Xingding told us the secret."

Saying so, she waved the puppet bear in her hand.

"Secret?" The confusion in Xu Ziyu's eyes flashed.

It was clearly determined before that Ruan Ruan's father had a surprising purpose.

Don't come back now, isn't it to frame them?
He looked at the puppet bear in front of him, the glass eyes glowing with faint green light, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Hey..." Pear Blossom Essence suddenly made a voice with a little disgust.

She seemed to want to throw the puppet bear on the ground, but because Ruan Ruan was right in front of her, she chose to squat down silently.

Xu Ziyu looked at her wonderingly, not knowing what this sudden action meant.

Ruan Ruan blinked her innocent eyes, and said in a pitiful tone, "What do you want to do to Dad?"

She really wanted to bend down to pick up the puppet bear, but she was a little afraid of the pear blossom essence lying in front of her.
"Little guy, go over there." Pear Blossom Jing looked down at the ground, and waved her hands without raising her head.

At the same moment, Cheng Moxun, who was sitting on the sofa twisting his body and stretching his neck to look this way, suddenly found that Ruan Ruan had disappeared in place.

In the next second, a soft and waxy voice rang in my ears: "Sister..."

"Oh!" Cheng Moxun was startled, she turned around subconsciously, and at the same time pressed her back tightly against the sofa.

Ruan Ruan, who was still a few meters away just now, appeared in front of her in an instant!

Cheng Moxun's gaze was filled with disbelief.

What surprised her was not the ability of pear blossom essence, but the reason for using this ability.

Because Ruan's father is involved, there are some things that Ruan Ruan can't hear, which she can understand.

But is there anything she can't listen to?
The same question also appeared in Xu Ziyu's heart.

But he quickly seemed to think of something, and looked at Pear Blossom Jing with eyes of confirmation.

Pear Blossom Jing looked at him, but smiled noncommittally.

Then, without waiting for Xu Ziyu to react, Lihuajing turned her backhand to the sofa and made two casual gestures.

Cheng Moxun watched these actions in a daze, wondering what the pear blossom essence was going to do again.

Soon, she knew the answer.

Obviously in the same room, the distance is only a few meters.

She couldn't hear what Lihuajing and Xu Ziyu were saying at all!
Are you quarantined? !Can you still do this?

The tip of the nose suddenly became sour, and inexplicable anxiety and grievance appeared in my heart.

Why... Obviously, we all have to face these messy things together, don't we?

Excluding her now, what are you talking about?
And in front of her, tell her in this way that there are some things that she cannot know?

Seeing Cheng Moxun's expression on the verge of crying, Ruan Ruan snuggled up to her lap obediently, but she couldn't stop looking behind the sofa.

However, due to her limited height, she couldn't see what happened there at all.

In the C City Theater, all the staff members are conducting the final stage inspection.

The participating actors gathered in the backstage, looking for gaps among the messy props and gorgeous costumes, standing and chatting to pass the time.

There was only one boy with hair dyed brown and chestnut standing in the area where the backstage and the stage joined.

He stared at the stage quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Big star Shan, don't stay here." A staff member carrying props passed by and pouted at him: "There are too many sundries coming and going, how bad it is to bump into you again?"

The young man recovered from his thoughts, glanced at the staff member lightly, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "I see, thank you."

After finishing speaking, he nodded politely, then walked around the other party and walked out of the backstage.

The staff seemed to be taken aback for a moment, with an unnatural expression on their faces, they could only turn their heads and watch the boy walk towards the auditorium.

"Did you see Shan Ze?" A plump woman with exaggerated makeup walked to the side of the staff with her waist twisted.

"Ah? Oh, over there!" Because the staff was holding the props in both hands, they could only use their chins to point the way to the woman in a panic: "I just went to the auditorium."

The woman looked around for a while, then waved her hand: "Got it, go get busy!"

A boy named Shan Ze chose a corner seat in the front row of the auditorium.

His facial features are clean and clean, and some glitter powder is scattered on the curly brown chestnut hair that was specially dyed because of the needs of the drama performance.

The clothes are base clothes that can be put on at any time, and there is no paper script or electronic equipment in hand.

He just sat in the corner unrestrained like this, calmly watching the busy staff on the stage.

The line of sight will follow a certain prop from time to time, and then jump to another thing after a while.

As calm and indifferent as an old drama bone, and as irrelevant as an audience.

The plump woman twisted her body and approached him, with a slender lady's cigarette in her left hand at some point: "Dan Ze, are you being lazy again?"

Shan Ze seemed slightly surprised when he saw the woman approaching him.

He smiled and replied, his handsome face was quite pleasing to the eye: "Manager Liu, all the work that should be busy has been done."

"Then go chat with the other actors!" Manager Liu took a puff of cigarette casually, and then turned his attention to the stage: "Otherwise your manager will get angry again."

"The manager has such a bad temper." Shan Ze said with a smile indifferently: "It's just rumors that I'm not human."

Manager Liu stopped smoking for a moment, looked around, and suddenly lowered her voice and said, "But don't forget, your hype position when you debuted."

Displeasure flashed across Shan Ze's eyes, but he didn't say it out. Instead, he replied with a smile: "You said that, of course you won't forget it."

"Just don't forget." Manager Liu squinted his eyes and looked at the stage, without saying a word.

Shan Ze was also happy and quiet, staring at the stage in a daze.

After a few minutes like this, the woman suddenly turned and left.

The moment she stepped forward, a word came faintly into Shan Ze's ears: "It's a pity, talented children can't make it to the stage."

Shan Ze's originally smiling expression was instantly covered with dark clouds.

He turned his head to look at the woman's swaying away figure, and there seemed to be faint anger in his eyes.

Then, he looked down and found that the half-smoked lady's cigarette was thrown on the ground and had not been extinguished.

"Manager Liu, I forgot to remind you just now..." Although the woman had gone away, Shan Ze still muttered to himself: "Smoking is not allowed in the theater."

That being said, he had no intention of extinguishing the cigarette that was still burning.

The stage was still busy, but the scene was much neater and more spacious than the backstage.

Shan Ze pressed one arm on the armrest, supported his head with his hand, and looked at the stage lazily with his body leaning sideways.

"Gifted children... can't make it to the stage... It's a pity..."

For some reason, what Manager Liu said before he left just now kept popping up in his mind intermittently.

What kind of intentions do you have for saying such a sentence?

"Ah, it's really annoying." Shan Ze put his hands on his forehead instead, and said to himself: "There is more than one gifted child."

He looked at the stage that was gradually tidying up, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "And, I'm on the stage."

"Slap!" The white paper scroll fell to the ground, and then rolled and unfolded spontaneously.

A young man in a blue linen kimono looked into the room when he heard the sound.

Looking at the books and scrolls all over the floor, he couldn't help showing a wry smile: "Young Master, what are you looking for?"

"Qing Ma, you came just in time." Mo Yimo stood in the middle of the room, pinching his waist with his hands, smiling helplessly: "I found some entrusted record books in the past."

"Which time was it?" The man called Qing Ma took off his clogs at the door, and then tiptoed into the room: "Ah, it's hard to walk with so many things."

"Thank you." Mo Yimo shrugged his shoulders with a smile: "Find out everything about Xingding."

"Oh?" Qingma paused, and although he frowned, his expression was clearly smiling: "Why don't you call Nasu and Huaian? They can help, right?"

Mo Yimo shook his head: "They have other things to do."

"Really?" Qingma pouted slightly, "I would like them to do some physical work."

While speaking, he had bent down and picked out a few thin sewing books from the mess.

"What they do is no less than physical labor." Mo Yimo looked at the notebook in Qingma's hand, his eyes lit up a little.

"Young master is so anxious to find the record book, did you encounter any difficulties at Xingding?" Qing Ma said while putting the thread-bound book he picked out on his arm.

"I just want to look for clues." Mo Yimo replied with some uncertainty.

Qingma didn't speak.

Half a minute later, he stood in front of Mo Yimo with a thick stack of record books in his arms.

"That's all?" Mo Yimo reached out to take it, and roughly checked the number: "Thank you for your hard work."

"By the way, Eldest Young Master." Seeing that he was about to leave, Qing Ma suddenly said, "When you went to Tao's house yesterday, there was a repeat customer coming to visit!"

When Mo Yimo heard this, he felt a little baffled.

He turned around and repeated with a puzzled face: "Returning customer?"