Yin marriage lingers: The ghost man bites lightly

"Then you'd better not eat it, this one is really oily." I took the fried mochi back, it was so delicious that he didn't want to eat it back, so I gave it to Murong Jue.

How did he know that Jiang Sheng said: "You give me one to eat, and I won't be oily."

I looked at Jiang Sheng in a circle, he didn't eat and said oily because his hands were afraid of oil, not his mouth?

Then my hands are not afraid of oil?

"Yue'er... Soul Eater..."

"you eat."

I took one and sent it directly to Jiang Sheng’s mouth. Jiang Sheng opened his mouth and took a bite. I ate half of it. What should I do?

Jiang Sheng chewed it twice, and looked at me: "It's delicious, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside."

"..."

Why is it so gross?

I asked, "Are you still eating?"

"Ah."

Jiang Sheng raised his hand to hold my wrist, pulled my hand in front of him, opened his mouth and ate the remaining half into his mouth. I don't know if he was doing it on purpose or not. He bit me while eating. His hand scared me so much that my heart was pounding.

I hurriedly put my hand back, Jiang Sheng looked at me with a half-smile, and turned away after a long time.

I looked at my hands, changed hands and ate the mochi with the other hand.

In fact, I am not such a hard-hearted person, but I am really not the kind of person like Li Xiaomei. If I have nothing to do, I have to mediate the relationship between boys and boys. Introspecting, you can still be proud and proud. I really don't like this kind of person.

Naturally, I don't want to be that kind of person.

My grandma always told me that people need to understand their own position and know how to be grateful. If I didn't have Murong Jue, I would have died a long time ago, and I wouldn't be alive today.

As far as our family is concerned, if I die, then my grandma will definitely not survive, and my grandma's survival is the second most important thing. She is quite old, and if she dies with me, she will die. We have a companion in the underworld.

But my parents can't do it. They have worked hard all their lives and have never enjoyed anything except suffering. How can I just watch them and ignore them? That's why I feel that I can't be an unfilial daughter.

It is Murong Jue's credit that I am not a filial daughter. At first I thought that if he grew up to be an ugly monster, I would have to bear the humiliation and bear the burden of serving him. Later, I saw that he looks as beautiful as a fairy, so naturally I would not Have second thoughts about him.

As for Jiang Sheng, it can only be that he came too late, and our fate in this life is not enough.

... "Yue'er..."

"Ah."

I looked at Jiang Sheng and tilted my head. Jiang Sheng stopped and glanced at my hand: "I still want to eat."

Only then did I pull his hand over and gave Jiang Sheng all the mochi balls: "I'm full, you can eat."

After I finished speaking, I took a few quick steps and ran towards the school. Jiang Sheng followed behind me. After all, I didn't eat a single mochi ball, and then he packed it up.

I looked at Jiang Sheng with contempt, why didn't I eat it.

Jiang Sheng seemed to be able to read minds, and replied to me: "The weather is too cold, and it will not taste good when it is cold."

"..."

If Jiang Sheng didn't want to eat it, I took it over, put it away carefully, and gave Murong Jue a taste later.

Seeing that I put it away, Jiang Sheng stood at the school gate and looked inside, and asked me while reading it: "Yue'er, if one day I am in danger and he wants to kill me, will you help me?" Is it?"

I looked: "Who is he?"

"Murong Jue."

"Then why did he kill you?"

"Just think it's for Yue'er."

"Certainly not."

I will abide by my duty, and I will not run to Jiang Sheng, so naturally I will not provoke disputes, and Murong Jue has no reason to hurt Jiang Sheng, let alone kill him.

But Jiang Sheng said: "Why is Yue'er so sure?"

"Although Seventh Brother doesn't like you, it's not enough to put someone to death. With Seventh Brother's temper, if he wants you to die, he won't stop doing it until now."

Jiang Sheng lowered his head slightly, then looked at me, his eyes were as clear as water staring at me, and asked me: "I just want to ask Yue'er, if there is a day when Murong Jue wants to kill me because of you, what would you do?" Will you help me?"

"As long as you don't become a demon and enter the way of a demon, and do something you shouldn't do, I will naturally help you."

"Yue'er, don't forget today's appointment."

Jiang Sheng was so swearing, it was really uncomfortable. I wanted to say something, but Jiang Sheng had already walked towards the school.

It may be because the gatekeeper just died. The school has not found the gatekeeper yet, but there is someone watching at the school gate, but coincidentally, this person is our head teacher.

Seeing my teacher in charge approaching, he should have stopped Jiang Sheng, but he stopped when he saw my teacher in charge.

"April, are you here?"

"Teacher, why are you here?"

"Isn't this the death of Uncle Chen, the gatekeeper? Our school has organized teachers to take turns to be on duty here every day."

"Then you don't go to class?"

"There are other teachers taking turns leading classes, April, why are you here?"

"That's what happened..."

I told the story to the head teacher, the teacher nodded, and then took me to the school, and promised to help me find out the matter.

☆、Chapter 2 The dead principal

The head teacher arranged us in an empty office, and she went to find a male teacher.

I don’t have much impression of this male teacher, but he is a bit older than our teacher, and he looks pretty good. He walked towards me and Jiang Sheng when he entered the door, and shook hands with us, which made me feel a little embarrassed .

"This is the April I told you, I'm a daughter." Our homeroom teacher really couldn't help introducing me like this, so I took the initiative to say that I was actually just a student.

"It was you who helped Xiuhe. I am very grateful to you. I am the fiancé of your homeroom teacher. Please take care of me."

"Teacher, are you in love?" I looked at the teacher wonderingly, and our homeroom teacher said immediately: "At the beginning, Teacher Zhao is a Chinese teacher in the third grade, and my main subject is also a Chinese teacher, so we often have the opportunity to be together." Studying, and Teacher Zhao and I live in the same community, sometimes I get off work late, he will take care of the children for me, or go back with me."

"It doesn't have to be so clear."