Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

It was already bright when Li Lanhua woke up. Her painful brain made her instinctively raise her hands to press her temples. The scenes from last night flooded her mind like a flood.

Jiang Wanning's face lingered in her mind. She felt a thump in her heart and began to feel a dull pain in her neck. Did the little hoof come back?

But this idea was quickly rejected by herself.

Impossible, impossible, Immortal Master Qingyun said that the fate of those who marry in the underworld ends here, and Jiang Wanning cannot come back.

Is it a dream? Then this dream is too real, right?

The more he thought about it, the more inappropriate it became. Li Lanhua immediately called Immortal Master Qinghe and explained the reason to him, and then he gradually calmed down.

But after that uneasy feeling was planted, a string in her head was always tense, and she felt a little uneasy.

So Li Lanhua changed her clothes and came out of the room. She had to talk to Jiang Mingde about the matter.

The couple had a bad fight last night over who was going to have an incest, so Jiang Mingde spent the night in the study downstairs.

When Li Lanhua passed by the restaurant, he heard movement inside and subconsciously called his daughter's name.

"Tingyi?"

But the strange thing is that as soon as she made a sound, there was no movement inside.

The villa was unusually quiet at this time. It was already midsummer, but Li Lanhua could not help but feel a chill on her back, and her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, and they were too heavy to move forward.

At this time, the sound of shoe soles scraping the ground came from the restaurant, a very brisk pace.

Listening to the voice getting closer and closer to her, Li Lanhua began to tremble unconsciously.

The slightly swollen face showed a frightened expression until the owner of the voice appeared in sight. Her eyes were dilated and her breathing was stagnant.

"Auntie, you're awake."

Aning looked at the middle-aged woman with trembling hands and feet in front of her with a smile. Her voice was sweet and greasy, and the expression on her face was harmless. She looked like a pure and well-behaved girl.

But the bloody apron on her body and the bloody knife in her hand looked particularly terrifying.

Chilling.

Li Lanhua was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she could not speak coherently, "Jiang... Jiang..." Before the word Wan Ning came out, she saw the girl approaching slowly with a knife in hand.

"puff"

The woman fell to the ground, with no color on her face. She stared closely at the girl who was moving forward. Her usual aloof emotions were gone, and instead, a strong sense of fear surged from deep in her heart.

Everything that happened last night replayed in her mind, and Li Lanhua was extremely scared.

Seeing her like this, the smile on Aning's face became sweeter. She looked down at Li Lanhua, who was looking slightly embarrassed on the ground, and said in a slow tone: "Why is Auntie sitting on the ground? You'd better get up quickly. The ground is cold, and you will get sick if you do this." "

"Are you... a human... a ghost?" Li Lanhua's eye circles were already red, and there was a faint flash of water.

"Me? Of course I'm not...a ghost. Is Auntie confused in her sleep? She can't even tell the difference between a human and a ghost." Aning chuckled.

The girl has a soft voice and clear enunciation. When she lowers her head and stares at people, the emotion in her eyes is very light. Even with a friendly face, she feels that she is not easy to mess with.

The dining room and the living room are divided by partitions, so the living room is not bright under the cover of the wall, but it cannot be said to be dark. Aning looked down at Li Lanhua and shook the bloody knife.

Without the air of the past, Li Lanhua is now like a pool of stagnant water, with swollen cheeks, thick bags under the eyes, and nasolabial folds that are as deep as ravines.

She clenched her hands tightly and raised her eyes to stare at Aning, who had a sweet smile. There was undisguised disgust in her eyes, but she had to lower her head at this moment.

"Wan Ning... Auntie, auntie didn't say you were a ghost, auntie was just curious about why you came back suddenly?"

Hearing this, Aning smiled casually and did not avoid the woman's gaze. He just said hesitantly: "Auntie, it's really strange to say this. This is my home. Do I need your approval when I come back?"

"I...I didn't mean that..." Li Lanhua didn't dare to look at Aning's eyes, nor did he dare to speak loudly.

Since becoming Mrs. Jiang, she has not been as embarrassed as she is today for a long time, and all of this is because of Jiang Wanning.

"I know very well what Auntie means. Please don't sit on the floor. I'm making soup so we can eat." The girl suddenly bent down to look at the woman, her long silky hair hanging down her temples. , she raised her hand to push her hair behind her ears, with a flamboyant smile on her beautiful features.

Inexplicably scary.

The bloody knife was hidden behind her back, and then she heard her voice: "Auntie, can you still get up? Do you need my help?"

"No... no need." Li Lanhua shook her head. She kept adjusting her emotions, trying to suppress her fear.

Qingyun Immortal Master, yes, she is going to find Qingyun Immortal Master.

"Isn't it really necessary? Then auntie, just get up by yourself. Sister Tingyi has been waiting for you inside for a long time."

Aning stood up straight and looked down at the woman. His voice was extremely gentle, and there was a smile on his lips, but there was a coldness in his dark eyes that made people dare not look directly at her.

After saying that, the girl turned around and walked into the kitchen holding the bloody knife.

"Tingyi, Tingyi, Jiang Wanning, if you have anything to do, come to me, don't hurt Tingyi..." Li Lanhua stumbled up from the ground when he heard his daughter's name, and the panic and fear disappeared. He then entered the restaurant.

However, she did not see the bloody scene she imagined. Her daughter Tingyi was sitting at the dining table intact, and Jiang Mingde was also sitting at the main seat looking upright.

They all cast their eyes one by one on Li Lanhua, who had messy hair and a frightened look on his face, but no one dared to stand up to greet him.