I have my own deodorant, and I am troubled every day

Wen Xianqing held the mobile phone stuffed in his hand, he lowered his head slightly, saw Yu Yu's soft face in the halo, his tense nerves relaxed little by little.

Sure enough, nothing has changed.

Wen Xianqing heard her own rapid heartbeat, which was very clear in the darkness.

Yuyu is still the same Yuyu ten years ago, but he is no longer himself ten years ago.

The closed door of the cinema hall was opened again, and the cleaning staff came in from the outside and turned on all the lights in the cinema hall.

Wen Xianqing squinted his eyes for a while, getting used to the sudden bright light, he helped his glasses that were a little crooked just now, and returned to his normal gentleness.

"Let's go out." He turned off the flashlight function of Yu Yu's phone, and then returned it to Yu Yu.

They walked around the cleaners who suddenly came in to clean up, and walked out through the exit.

When Yu Yu passed by, the cleaner seemed to look up at him. The look in his eyes was a little strange, as if he was out of focus, which made Yu Yu inexplicably feel that his back was chilly.

He wrinkled his nose, but the spirit's naturally keen intuition didn't feel anything.

"Yuyu, what's wrong?" Wen Xianqing's gentle voice came.

Yu Yu's attention was diverted, and she followed up with small steps.

The cleaner quickly withdrew his gaze. He held the broom and cleaned the floor earnestly, staring blankly at the ground, but his lips trembled slightly, as if he was muttering something.

"I found it... found him..."

His voice was hoarse and ugly, full of longing.

Wen Xianqing turned his head inadvertently, his cold eyes fell on the cleaner, changing from the gentle and charming in the past.

Yuyu didn't know, but he understood that after the movie ended, the lights in the cinema hall would automatically turn on, unless someone tampered with it.

The cleaner shuddered inexplicably, and then tightly shut his mouth. When Wen Xianqing turned around, his stupefied expression showed a trace of fear.

The skin on his cheeks was slightly cracked, and his facial features were strangely skewed at an angle, as if something was trying to squeeze out.

Behind the cleaner dragged a long, treacherous black shadow, which was not a human shadow.

·

After leaving the movie theater, the driver of the He family came to pick him up on time, and Wen Xianqing gave up his plan to send him back.

"Be careful on the road and pay attention to safety. Remember to send me a message when you go home." Wen Xianqing said softly, "See you next time."

Yu Yu nodded: "Goodbye." He thought for a while and then said: "You should also send me a message when you get home."

Wen Xianqing smiled and agreed.

He watched the black car go away, stood still, the smiles in his eyes faded in an instant, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Follow me?"

Wen Xianqing turned around, the usual smile disappeared: "Did you smell him?"

The cleaner of the movie theater shrugged and lowered his head. He grabbed the broom in his hand, looking like an honest and ordinary cleaner.

"It's a pity that my family already has one, and I don't need more." Wen Xianqing looked indifferent.

The cleaner raised his face, his ordinary face had already changed, a scarlet tongue spit out from his mouth, most of the skin on his face peeled off, revealing the blue-black flesh inside.

"Find him... catch him..."

The cleaner's tongue stretched out longer and longer, dripping foul-smelling saliva.

Wen Xianqing's expression did not change, he even showed a smile, but it made people shudder: "It must be uncomfortable wearing human skin."

"He is not something you can covet, and you shouldn't choose him."

Yu Yu sitting in the car suddenly straightened his back, he seemed to feel a strange smell, like a spirit but mixed with a rancid smell.

But that strange aura quickly disappeared without a trace, so fast that Yu Yu almost thought it was an illusion.

He tilted his head, with a tangled look between his brows.

Is there a ghost chasing you?

Is it because Yang Qi is not enough?Yu Yu sniffed himself, he had hugged Wen Xianqing just now, and the concentration of yang energy in his body was still at the stage of Max for the time being.

The phone rang suddenly, and Yu Yu opened it to see that it was Uncle Liu asking if he wanted to go back for dinner at noon.

Yu Yu typed slowly and replied: I want to go back to eat.

On the other side, Wen Xian stared at the broom thrown on the ground with a cold face.

"Did you run away?"

·

It was six o'clock in the evening when He Guyuan returned home.

When he entered the door, he saw the small white shoes neatly arranged on the shoe rack, and guessed that the owner of the shoes should already be at home: "Yuyu is back?"

Uncle Liu smiled kindly: "Yes, Mr. Xiao Yu came back for dinner at noon and didn't go out in the afternoon. He probably stays in his room and reads a book now."

He Guyuan responded lightly, expressing that he understood.

He went in, intending, as usual, to go straight upstairs.

Uncle Liu looked at He Guyuan's back as he was about to go upstairs, and suddenly said: "Master, that Mr. Wen is a very considerate person, and Doctor Xiao Yu likes him very much."

People could be abducted if you don't fight aggressively.

He Guyuan paused slightly, he went straight upstairs without looking back.

Uncle Liu shook his head helplessly. If he still can't see it, then his past few decades have been in vain.

Yu Yu couldn't read books anymore, and he was concerned about the consumption of Yang Qi, which was used as a shield on his body, with trepidation.

Seeing that there was only a thin layer of yang energy left that would be broken if poked, Yu Yu held her face sadly and frowned.

Why hasn't Mr. He come back yet? His yang energy is almost exhausted!

Yu Yu was worrying, and her ears, which were listening intently to the commotion outside, moved, and caught the sound of He Guyuan going upstairs.

Mr. He's footsteps are very steady, you can hear it as soon as you hear it.

Yu Yu stood up happily, opened the door, and rushed into He Guyuan's arms who happened to be on the second floor.

Reflexively, He Guyuan raised his hand to catch the small cannonball that "da da da" was running towards.

Yu Yu hugged He Guyuan tightly with both hands, and the strong yang energy once again covered the fragrance that he was almost unable to hold back.

Only then did he feel relieved, raised his face, and complained softly: "You came back too late."

Mr. He, who arrived home early at six o'clock, looked calm and took the blame without hesitation: "Well, I will be earlier next time."

Yu Yu blinked his eyes, a little embarrassed, he shouldn't ask so much from his employer, it's too incompetent.

The weather has turned cooler recently, and although the air conditioner is still on at home, Yu Yu has already changed into long-sleeved pajamas.

He always likes looser pajamas, which are very comfortable to wear.

He Guyuan just lowered his eyes slightly, and saw the delicate collarbone protruding from the loose neckline, as well as the milky white delicate skin.

He looked at it for a while, then staggered his eyes in a gentlemanly manner, but the muscles of the arm holding Yu Yu back were tense, as if he was very restrained.

Yu Yu hugged Mr. He for a while longer, until he had enough yang energy that exceeded the safe value, before he really felt at ease.

He patted He Guyuan's arm, wanting him to let go of himself.

Yu Yu didn't use much effort, but when he slapped his palm down, he was numb from the shock of his hard muscles.

Yu Yu was a little shocked, he couldn't help hugging He Guyuan's arm, stretched out two fingers, and squeezed them curiously.

He Guyuan pursed his lips, stiffly letting Yu Yu toss about.

The blood seemed to rush to the heart from the place where the arm was touched, making it beat violently in the chest cavity like beating a drum.

"Does Mr. He have the habit of exercising?" Yu Yu couldn't help asking, and he withdrew his hand.

He Guyuan reacted a little slower, and replied in a low voice: "Morning exercise."

Yu Yu thought about it, every morning when he got up and went downstairs, he could see He Guyuan already sitting on the sofa.

It turned out that it was because I got up early and did morning exercises that my body was so healthy.

Except migraines.

Thinking of this, Yu Yu decided to care about the patient's health: "Does Mr. He still have a headache recently?" He planned to find a time to do hypnosis for Mr. He, preferably when his physical condition was relatively stable.

He Guyuan looked at Yu Yu with dark eyes, he spoke slowly, but he didn't answer the question: "Are you happy watching the movie?"

Yu Yu was stunned by the question, he thought about it for a while, and nodded obediently.

"The movie is very good, Wen Ge acted very well."

He Guyuan looked at Yu Yu's soft and clear eyebrows, and listened to his warm and enviable words, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.

They all called "Brother Wen".

He Guyuan's mood plummeted from a high altitude, and fell to the bottom all at once.

His voice was slightly hoarse: "I have a headache."

Yu Yu suddenly became nervous: "When? Do you have a lot of headaches?"

He Guyuan's eyes were deep and dark: "I don't remember, it's time for work."

Yu Yu frowned, work?

Mr. He's migraine is caused by psychological factors. Could it be because of too much work pressure?

Yu Yu thought for a moment and thought it was very possible.

Mr. He feels very busy every day. He works when he goes to work, and he also works when he goes home. Yu Yu feels a lot of pressure when he looks at it.

"It's better for Mr. He to relax a little bit, don't be too tense." Yu Yu said, his voice was clean and soft, making people want to agree to him.

He Guyuan responded almost immediately: "Yes."

"I'm free this weekend." His tone was low, and what he said seemed to carry a lot of weight.

Yu Yu was a little dazed, he looked at He Guyuan ignorantly, but didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

He Guyuan looked at those moist black eyes, and continued to speak slowly:

"I don't know how to relax."

"you teach me."

The author has something to say: Due to being threatened, Mr. He started to catch up.

Question: How many liters of vinegar did Mr. He drink today?