I'm going to fuck you

Qiao An's face changed, as if he remembered something, his whole face was a little ugly, he coaxed Song Jiayi softly and gently, "Jiayi, don't you know me, I'm Qiao An..."

His voice seemed to be covered with honey, light and soft, the boy's voice was clear and clean, Song Jiayi looked up at Qiao An's face, her lips squirmed, and the fear in her eyes gradually dissipated.

"Joan...Joan..."

Song Jiayi clutched Qiao An's sleeve and suddenly started to cry, her eyes were red, she was sobbing softly around her favorite star, and the camera was dutifully filming.

Wei Zexu felt a little inexplicably embarrassed, it just so happened that Song Jiayi's mother came in with a thermos bucket, probably wanting to bring food to Song Jiayi, so she felt a little awkward standing at the door.

"Auntie, hello, we are the representatives sent by the school to condolences to the students, can I have a few words with you?"

Wei Zexu smiled and behaved very politely, not at all like the naughty and cynical bad student in front of Lao Xu, his words were very polite.

Mother Song nodded, and stood outside the corridor with him.

He asked Mother Song a few basic questions, and learned that Song Jiayi had actually suffered a broken left calf, and she was basically on the mend.

Recently Song's mother planned to let Song Jiayi be discharged from the hospital and go back to school to go to class, but for some reason Song Jiayi kept refusing, acting very scared.

"My daughter may have a nervous breakdown," Mother Song considered her own words, "She would always tell me that she was afraid, that there were... ghosts, and messy things haunting her."

Wei Zexu choked a little, are there so many ghosts now?It can be seen everywhere, how come those so-called Taoist priests and ghost hunters who collect ghosts can't see anyone?

"We usually pay too little attention to her, that's why she became like this. If she wasn't too lonely, she wouldn't put her feelings on that little star, I...I..."

Mother Song covered her face, crying hard. She and Song Jiayi's father were both white-collar workers. They were usually very busy at work and basically had no time to spend with their daughter, but they didn't expect these things to happen.

Wei Zexu took a pack of tissues and handed them over. He wasn't good at comforting others, so he didn't speak, just stood there and pursed his lips.

"I'm letting you see a joke." Mother Song wiped away her tears, and smiled softly at Wei Zexu, with some kindness in her eyes, "It's getting late, you should go home quickly, the car here is here Not very good at night."

Wei Zexu was startled and nodded.

When he walked to the door of the ward, he saw a huge phantom appearing on Qiao An's back. The black mist wrapped Qiao An and Song Jiayi tightly, wrapping them tightly.

And Song Jiayi's face turned pale, her breathing seemed to be out of breath, and Qiao An was at a loss standing beside him.

The black shadow had already turned into a human shape, with both hands pinching Song Jiayi's neck, "Bitch, get out, he's mine, he's mine!"

"Doctor, call the doctor!" Song's mother pressed Ling on the bedside in a panic, her voice was sharp and piercing.

The ghost rushed towards Mama Song fiercely, Wei Zexu suddenly pushed Mama Song away with a burst of strength, and that ferocious grimace rushed in front of Wei Zexu, grinning grinningly and wanting to strangle to death he.

Something sharp cut his neck, and it was a dull pain. Only then did Wei Zexu truly feel the pain of being hurt by a ghost. He touched the place where he was scratched and felt blood on his hand.

Fortunately, he didn't open his trachea, otherwise he would definitely die in an ugly way.

The sound of "Zizizi" sounded, and the ghost's body suddenly went limp, writhing and thumping on the ground, as if its body had been burned, howling in pain, black smoke came out of her body, and it looked even worse. Horror.

Wei Zexu touched the place where he was scratched by the ghost, and he was still a little dazed. The ghost barely got up, and his figure gradually dissipated. I don't know if it was his illusion. A golden thread.

The golden light was like a maggot on a tarsal bone, but it strangled deeply into the ghost's flesh, followed the ghost and disappeared.

There was a rumbling sound at the door, and Wei Zexu involuntarily raised his head to look outside.

Only a tall and thin adult could be seen pushing a wheelchair towards the outside of the hospital. His back was tall and steady, but the man in the wheelchair only showed a small piece of finger, white and smooth like jade, with slender fingers , revealing an unspeakable attraction.

"Master, don't you need to chase after him?"

The man's voice was very nice, with a hint of hoarse magnetism in the deep, like the low hum of a cello, calm and powerful.

"No, anyway, it's just a defective product made by that person."

Those slender fingers gently picked up a red rose, passed it to the nostrils and sniffed it lightly, with a lazy and reserved voice, exuding nobility and elegance, like a precious Persian cat.

"You pick a time and just settle it."

After Wei Zexu calmed down Song's mother, he left the hospital exhausted. His wound had not been treated, and the asking price in the hospital was relatively high, so he might as well go back and deal with it by himself.

After all, there are bandages and disinfectant alcohol at home.

Qiao An seemed to be frightened, and when he came out, he looked dispirited and a little depressed. After communicating with the cameraman, he cut out the part where Song Jiayi went crazy, and the two of them waited outside the door for a long time.

In the end, it was Joan's agent who brought them back.

Wei Zexu went up to the dilapidated building and entered his small apartment while covering his injured area. His forehead was throbbing with pain, and even the injured area felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, which was extremely uncomfortable.

I left school early today, and didn't even have time to eat. Now my stomach hurts from hunger, and Wei Zexu is lying on the sofa weakly, dripping with cold sweat. This trip out is really thankless.

He half-closed his eyes, his consciousness was drowsy, and suddenly he felt a heavy object pressing on his body, and his eyes were covered by a hand, "Why are you injured?"

His voice was hoarse, suppressing his anger, as if out of breath.

Wei Zexu struggled for a while, and explored and touched it with both hands, but found that what was pressing on him was no longer the empty air, but had a substance instead.

His legs were slender and his body was in good shape. Wei Zexu could even touch his well-formed abdominal muscles, but his body temperature was cold, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

"Well, let go, I want to see you!"

Wei Zexu kept struggling, but his body was so soft that he lost his strength, and his body that kept rubbing against the ghost's sensitive spot, the male ghost bit Wei Zexu's earlobe, "Don't get angry."

He looked at Wei Zexu's slightly blackened wound, which was injured by the evil spirit, and the evil energy entered his body. If he didn't deal with it in time, it might lead to weakness and perennial illness.

"Your wound must be treated," the male ghost's voice was a little hoarse, he stroked Wei Zexu's neck, "The consequences of evil spirits entering the body are very serious, I will heal you, don't be afraid."

His voice reassured Wei Zexu, and he didn't know if it was because of his injury. Even though his eyes were dark, he still relaxed his body and tightly grasped the corner of the male ghost's clothes.

The slightly cool tip of his tongue touched the wound, and he kept licking it gently, and sucking gently from time to time. Wei Zexu's face was flushed, and he gasped and moaned unconsciously.

The wound didn't hurt, but there was a numbness spreading across his neck, as if something was being pulled. He subconsciously wanted to struggle, but the person on his body firmly held his body down.

"Hey, don't be afraid, I will take it easy."

The male ghost's voice was a little low, but his movements didn't stop. The tip of his tongue brushed across the wound, and he pressed one hand on Wei Zexu's back, rubbing gently, as if comforting, without any ambiguity.