Running with the ball, being vicious and rebellious, making her cry

Song Qian did not directly answer the woman's question.

He just smiled faintly and stretched out his slender fingers.

He slowly stroked the woman's jade-white cheek with his fingers.

The man said quietly, "Xiao Yu, I really want to put a phoenix crown and robe on you."

Han Jinyu frowned.

She said angrily: "Since you don't want to say it, forget it.

I am not in the mood to listen to your ghost story!"

It's definitely not a good thing, so it's better not to listen.

However, Song Qian grabbed the woman's soft and seemingly boneless hand.

He said leisurely there: "Xiao Yu, if I had known this would bind my heart.

Why didn't we get to know each other earlier?"

The sound seemed to be from thousands of years ago.

Han Jinyu is inexplicable, because she is a modern person who traveled through time from the modern era.

Why did she have such a strange feeling?

Han Jinyu was so flustered that she almost opened her hand and said, "Hey,

Song Qian, did you get the wrong person? "

Song Qian's feminine words were very firm when he said, "Xiao Yu,

It's not that I got the wrong person, it's that you got the wrong person.

Why are you pregnant with his child? You should be pregnant with mine..."

Han Jinyu was completely frightened there.

She was trembling and was about to stretch out her hand.

She just wanted to push the man in front of her away.

However, her strength was too weak and she couldn't push it open for a moment.

The woman could only speak in panic: "Song Qian,

Don't mess around! Humans and ghosts have different paths!"

Song Qian said bitterly: "I hate that man!

He got you first!

But how can he be worthy of it!"

Han Jinyu just felt that she was completely deceived.

The more she listened, the more confused she became.

But she simply didn't want to listen anymore.

The woman could only speak slowly and fearfully: "I am pregnant with my husband's child."

Song Qian said quietly, "No, he is not your husband.

I should be the one. Let this child be a ghost child!"

After saying that, the man reached out and grabbed Han Jinyu's stomach.

The woman was so scared that she immediately tried to slap the man's hand.

After a long time of beating from the woman, Song Qian slowly let go of Han Jinyu's belly.

Because he actually touched a hard object in the old woman's stomach.

There really was a baby in her belly.

The man suddenly hugged the woman's waist.

He rubbed Han Jinyu's belly as if he was very dependent on her.

After a long while, he finally said faintly: "Xiao Yu, let me hug you again.

Let me hold you for a little while longer."

Han Jinyu just felt strange, what was this?

The woman just wanted to push the man away, but she couldn't.

She became anxious: "Didn't we talk about drinking tea before?

Why don't you drink tea again? You liar! "

Song Qian was stunned for a moment.

Then, the slender fingers slowly hooked up a strand of the woman's hair.

He held it in his palm and played with it slowly.

Song Qian just looked at the woman with his narrow, blood-red eyes.

He asked slowly: "Xiaoyu, do you really want to have tea with me?"

She doesn't want to.

However, if this continues, she will be even more unwilling to deal with what happens next.

Comparing the two, I'd rather drink tea.

Han Jinyu just felt that his whole head was in a fuzzy state.

It took her a long time to try to smile so that her voice wouldn't tremble so much.

She slowly said, "I...I'm thirsty and want some tea."

Hearing the woman say this, Song Qian laughed: "Xiao Yu.

Drinking tea was originally a kind of pleasure.

Did you end up here just because you were thirsty?

Well, go ahead. "

After saying this, Han Jinyu felt that the drizzling rain around her seemed to have subsided.

It seemed to gradually disappear, as if it would no longer rain.

Han Jinyu just felt his body lighten, as if he had no weight.

It was as if she was not a person, but a ghost.

She was actually dragged up by Song Qian so leisurely.

They floated along the white, sparkling water that looked like lake water.

The water surface was originally calm, reflecting their reflections like a mirror.

Because the corner of the woman's clothes touched it lightly.

Circles of white light slowly spread out on the black water like water waves.

Suddenly, a white light appeared in front of my eyes.

She floated under the gray sky.

Soon, the two arrived at the door of a teahouse.

There was a red plaque above the teahouse with three words written on it: Tingyu Pavilion.

This name is quite elegant and nice.

However, she had no interest in coming here to listen to the rain seriously.

However, before Han Jinyu could think too much, Song Qian actually brought the woman to the second floor of the teahouse.

It seemed as if the people around them could not see them.

Han Jinyu just felt strange.

She wondered, “We all flew from the first floor to the second floor.

Why didn't anyone notice this group of people? "

Song Qian just looked at the woman and smiled: "Xiao Yu,

Is this the first time you've experienced a separation from your body?"

Han Jinyu then remembered the time when she met the plum blossom ghost.

It is also the soul leaving the body once.

It's really baffling.

She didn't know what happened.

How come her soul left her body again?

Before that, it was the sister of the Plum Blossom Ghost who stabbed her soul with a sword.

The other party doesn’t know.

And nowadays, they still drink tea in teahouses.

No one in the entire bustling teahouse knew about it.

The wooden tableware and dining table, the wooden stairs, none of them require walking on them.

But the people around were still drinking tea and chatting happily.

It seems quite lively.

And they were also sitting by the railing on the second floor.

There was a lot of cheering from below.

It seemed as if the next play had just finished.

A beautiful actress went down gracefully.

It seems that there will be another play soon.

Han Jinyu was so curious that she wanted to stretch her head to look.

Song Qian held her shoulder with one hand.

She pushed the man, no, the male ghost back to his original position.

She had no choice but to sit back on the stool and look at the male ghost in front of her strangely.

She asked, "Song Qian, won't you show me the show?"

Song Qian just looked at the woman and smiled faintly: "Xiao Yu,

Do you drink Lushan Cloud Tea or Baihao Silver Needle Tea? "

Han Jinyu was distressed because she had never heard of these two kinds of tea.

If you ask what the difference is between these two teas, I'm afraid the other person will laugh at you for not knowing anything about tea.

She pretended to know the answer and just said a random name.

She said, "Then let's drink Baihao Yinzhen."

Anyway, she doesn't drink tea much.

To her, it makes no difference what kind of tea she drinks.

But Song Qian held the woman's hand and rubbed it gently.

Then the man laughed softly.

His laughter was charming and feminine: "Beautiful women drinking beautiful tea, just right."

Han Jinyu was extremely surprised.

She just felt a strong itch in the palm of her hand.

She wanted to pull her hand free, but she couldn't.

She just looked at the male ghost in front of her in confusion.

She asked: "Song Qian, what are you talking about?

I said I was drinking Baihao Yinzhen, how come I was drinking Beauty Tea?"

Song Qian smiled but did not answer.

He just reached out and took one of the woman's index fingers and placed it to his lips.

His lips were cold and smooth.

The woman was shocked. Her focus was not right.

The man took the woman's index finger and gently slid it across the man's cold, smooth and slightly hard lips.

The woman inexplicably felt that something was wrong from the tip of her index finger to her entire right hand.

Until her entire right arm felt cold and numb.

Her arm is numb!