what kind of ghost are you

Because Mu Ziyu's voice was insubstantial, it seemed that it was about to dissipate, but it reached Yang Yuelin's ears without saying a word: "Today's spring is just right, I want to go out to relax."

Only then did Yang Yuelin realize that Mu Ziyu was playing against him!He also followed the trend: "What a coincidence, me too."

It sounded a bit out of line, but he was dazzled by that smile, and couldn't help but want to get close to him.

At this moment, he is like Yang Yuelin whose mind has been bewitched by a sea monster, and also Xiao Yuan whose heart has finally melted after being frozen for many years.

Yang Yuelin approached Mu Ziyu step by step uncontrollably.

He could no longer see or hear what happened to the outside world, as if there were only two people left in the world.

Mu Ziyu watched Yang Yuelin approach steadily, his eyes were like a deep universe, like an invisible abyss, which made people sink a little bit: "Now is not a good time to say this, it sounds very Old fashioned, but I seem to have been waiting for you for a long time."

……

Yang Yuelin was paralyzed on the sofa, looking at the busy backs in the kitchen, his mind was still muddled.

Was praised by the director for his acting skills on the set?

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah today is like a dream!

When Mu Ziyu came out of the kitchen, he happened to see Yang Yuelin rolling on the sofa with a pillow in his arms, and realized that when he came out, two watery eyes appeared from behind the plush toy, like a little milk dog.

"You cooked it so quickly?" Yang Yuelin was a little shocked, it turned out that the rich young master's cooking skills are so good!There must be many stories behind it, right?For example, when he was young, his family was busy with his career and seldom cared about him. The young Mu Ziyu was forced to survive by himself and learned to cook, and he tasted the ups and downs of life early...

Yang Yuelin was almost moved by his own imagination to cry.

"No, I just want to tell you that I forgot that I can't touch it, you should order takeaway as soon as possible." Mu Ziyu replied honestly, making Yang Yuelin, who was immersed in his own imagination, speechless .

"You you you...well, I should have recognized the truth earlier." Yang Yuelin was about to turn around and make a phone call when he suddenly remembered something he had forgotten: "Order some takeaway! Go home!"

Yang Yuelin slapped his thigh violently, wanting to create a "sudden realization" effect like the director, but couldn't help but gasp in pain, his white thigh under the shorts was already red.

"Hello, Mom?...Oh, it's Dad, where is my mother?...No, no, I don't dislike you..."

……

Two hours later, Yang Yuelin appeared at the door of his house. He looked around furtively, patted the amulet reassuringly, ignored Mu Ziyu's protest, and then put the amulet in the drawer of the shoe cabinet outside the door.

Only then did he straighten his collar and open the door.

"Dad! Mom! I'm back." Yang Yuelin stepped on the little rabbit slippers and walked into the house, only to find that there were a few more people in the house: "Grandpa? Uncle? You are here too."

Yang Yuelin was most afraid of his grandfather on weekdays. After adding tea to the two elders, he put his hands on his knees and sat obediently in a corner of the sofa.

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"Xiaolin, grandpa has a good friend..." Grandpa Yang pondered, as if he didn't know how to speak, "I saved my grandpa's name when I was young. I promised to help him no matter what difficulties I have in the future... Dripping water You should repay your kindness with a fountain, you know this truth, right?"

"It should." Yang Yuelin nodded.

"Grandpa really saw you right!" Grandpa Yang's brows relaxed, "It's like this, his grandson was in a car accident the day before yesterday, and his soul left his body, but he was nowhere to be found. Grandpa also searched for it. If things go on like this, in a few days... the situation may be very bad, and we need to find someone with a special physique to congratulate him... Their family is rich and powerful, and they will not treat them badly, and they will come in as a married man..."

"What kind of physique? A woman in a cloudy year?" Yang Yuelin's concept of "Chongxi" still stays in the descriptions in TV dramas and novels. ,

This cannot be blamed on him, after all, he himself has such a physique, and his family members hope that he will spend his life in peace, and rarely let him touch these things.

Grandpa Yang hesitated to speak, and heaved a long sigh.

The uncle accepted Grandpa Yang's words, and continued: "No, the kind you mentioned is already a dead soul. A living soul needs more yang energy..."

Yang Yuelin almost bounced off the sofa: "Are you talking about me?? I am"

That's right, Yang physique is more suitable for rejoicing the living soul.

Coupled with their dodgy eyes, Yang Yuelin is not a fool!

"Xiao Lin, you've seen the Mu family's kid before, and you played together when you were young!"

Although Grandpa Yang explained it this way, his voice was getting lower and lower. He knew that he had forced his grandson to make others happy. Even if he owed the Mu family, how could he dictate other people's wishes?

"The Mu family? Which Mu family? Tianhua Group?"

Yang Yuelin was stunned. The missing living soul that his grandfather spoke of was thrown into the shoe cabinet by him because of the defensive formation in his home!