Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

In the end, Song Yanqing took He Chuanhua back home. The young anchor was not considered rich, and he shared a house with others.The room, which was not very big, became even more crowded after a strong adult man was stuffed into it.

He Chuanhua carried the packed breakfast downstairs and stood behind Song Yanqing waiting for him to open the door.

"Let's talk about it first. You have to pay the rent together. You three and I seven. There are only three days left in this month, and I will let you live for free." Song Yanqing said while unlocking the lock: "My place is a bit small, there is only one room. A bed, don't you mind."

He Chuanhua hummed. Seeing that Song Yanqing had been driving for so long, he asked suspiciously, "Can't you drive?"

"It's after the key, it's a bit bitter." Song Yanqing pressed her body against the door and pushed hard, but there was a faint red mark on her hand before the door was opened.

Song Yanqing clicked her tongue, thinking that this body is really delicate.

He Chuanhua watched behind him for a long time, and couldn't help but said, "I'll do it."

Song Yanqing didn't think too much, he turned around to pick up the things in He Chuanhua's hand.

He originally wanted to open the way, but He Chuanhua directly reached out and pressed the door.

He was half a head taller than Song Yanqing, plus he was tall and strong through years of training, so he directly covered the little anchor in his arms.

Song Yanqing held the steamed stuffed bun in one hand and sucked the vegetable porridge in the other, and said to the system: 'Look, he's slamming me on the wall. '

The system didn't speak, but just showed him the real-time data.The data was no different from before. Song Yanqing looked at the dependence value of only a dozen points, and determined that He Chuanhua was just a straight man with a bit of face control.

The door of the next door just opened, and a middle-aged male tenant poked his head out.He first looked at He Chuanhua, then his eyes fell on the disheveled Song Yanqing, he grinned and said, "Yo, Xiao Song, you're giving out benefits to fans again."

Song Yanqing didn't react, he subconsciously let out an ah.The ending sound rose, and there was doubt in the tone.

I don't know why the male tenant heard it as an affirmative sentence. He looked at Song Yanqing with disgusting naked eyes.

Song Yanqing was dumbfounded when she saw his eyes. Although the little anchor had a good time, he had never done that kind of thing.

The male tenant is 1.9 meters tall, tall and fat, and stands like a hill in front of the small anchor who is only 1.7 meters tall.

The little anchor's body is weak and he will fall down when pushed, and the hardware conditions are too poor.Although Song Yanqing was angry, he didn't dare to fight the male tenant.

Just as Song Yanqing wanted to endure it, He Chuanhua, who had been silent all this time, suddenly snorted coldly.He pushed open the anti-theft door, pressed Song Yanqing's shoulder and turned to look at the male tenant with a slight frown: "What did you say?"

He Chuanhua was about 1.8 meters tall, a little shorter than the male tenant, but she was much taller in momentum.

Although He Chuanhua didn't quite understand what the male tenant meant by giving benefits.But he vaguely realized that this was an insult to Song Yanqing.

He Chuanhua looked at Song Yanqing's tightly pursed lips, and handed him all the breakfast in his hand.

He unbuttoned his sleeves, walked up to the male tenant, looked up at him and repeated, "What did you say?"

"Isn't it just to give benefits, and it's not something shameful." The male tenant said.

He Chuanhua should have a lot of muscles, all of which have been trained in catching ghosts for so many years.When Song Yanqing saw him standing by her side, she immediately felt at ease.As if he had found a backer, he leaned against the door frame and scolded him several times with a particularly dirty mouth.

He Chuanhua looked at him disapprovingly, Song Yanqing shrugged and closed his mouth.

After Song Yanqing greeted the whole family, the male tenant became very angry.He yelled at the top of his voice, "It sounds like a women's clothing anchor, but if it doesn't sound like a salesman, he won't be afraid of AIDS when you sleep."

This time, He Chuanhua understood every word he said.

This kind of shared house is not soundproof, and the residents here can hear him yelling.

He Chuanhua's face darkened, he grabbed the male tenant by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

The male tenant didn't seem to expect that He Chuanhua would be able to push him. Seeing the murderous look in He Chuanhua's eyes, he began to feel apprehensive.

He bravely shouted: "Why don't people tell you! You want to hit me! If you have the guts, hit me. I'm going to call the police and you hit me!"

He Chuanhua grabbed his neck and blocked his unspoken words directly.

The male tenant blushed from being pinched, He Chuanhua said seriously: "He has never done these things, so don't talk nonsense."

Song Yanqing snorted, and as soon as he put the things in the room, he wanted to come over and beat him up, but He Chuanhua stretched out his hand to stop him.

He Chuanhua let go of his hand, and the male tenant covered his neck and panted.

He didn't confront He Chuanhua anymore, and after uttering a harsh word, he turned and went back to the room, and the anti-theft door was slammed shut by him.

"I want to beat him up." Song Yanqing said.

He Chuanhua grabbed him and coaxed the barking Song Yanqing back to the room.

Song Yanqing entered the room and threw the dirty sandals on the ground.Throwing himself directly on the bed, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally he was so angry that he groaned.Cursing and swearing, he uttered all kinds of dirty words.

He Chuanhua didn't speak. When Song Yanqing got tired of scolding, he put the small table on the bed and said to Song Yanqing, "Let's eat."

The little anchor has a squeamish body and even more squeamish temperament.Song Yanqing imitated the little anchor, and hummed a few times pretendingly. Seeing that He Chuanhua ignored him, she went to the table to wipe her hands casually and began to gnaw on the steamed stuffed bun.

He bit the bun viciously, as if he wanted to bite the male tenant to death.

He Chuanhua was originally drinking porridge quietly, but seeing this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't be angry, he won't live long."

Song Yanqing's mouth was full, and he looked at He Chuanhua blankly.He Chuanhua stirred the hot porridge slowly, lowered his eyelids and said softly: "His seal has turned black, and he has suffered a bloody disaster recently. Seven days at the latest, he will definitely die."

Song Yanqing finally saw a bit of a villain in him, his eyes lit up, he swallowed what was in his mouth and said, "You can see it, why didn't you remind him."

"He won't believe it, let alone I don't want to say it."

"How did he die? Did he die miserably? Tell me to make me happy." Song Yanqing said jokingly.

He Chuanhua still smiled as warmly as jade. He wiped his fingers and said calmly, "I can't see the whole thing. I don't know exactly how he died, but it is certain that there will be no whole body."

Song Yanqing suddenly found that He Chuanhua was different from what he expected.

He Chuanhua seemed unwilling to mention this matter again, he looked at Song Yanqing and said, "Let's hear about the ghost school."

Song Yanqing is not a small anchor after all, his temper comes and goes quickly.He thought for a while with his chopsticks in his mouth, and told what happened to him.

After He Chuanhua finished listening, he nodded and said: "There should be some kind of formation over there to lock up the little ghosts. When I get things ready, go to the ghost school and break the formation, and I'll be fine. They're all things that can't do harm to people." Little devil, if the formation is broken, the ghost messengers will naturally take them down."

"What's going on with Ranran?" Song Yanqing asked again.

"She cast a curse before she died, she is the eye of the formation." He Chuanhua paused and said: "The curse is not easy to do, I still need to make some preparations."

After greeting He Chuanhua, Song Yanqing was relieved.After eating, he took off his clothes and went into the bathroom. He took off quickly and suddenly, until the sound of water in the bathroom, He Chuanhua's memory was still stuck in the picture he just saw.

When Song Yanqing came out yawning, He Chuanhua had already tidied up the room and was sitting on the floor in a daze.

"Go and wash." Song Yanqing fled back to the bed naked, He Chuanhua turned her back to him and said nothing, only showing the tips of her reddish ears.

He found a new pair of underwear in the cabinet and threw it to He Chuanhua. He Chuanhua took the lace-trimmed underwear and froze.

He stared blankly at Song Yanqing, and Song Yanqing blushed and said, "Isn't there anything else, I wear this all the time, so you can make up for it."

He Chuanhua pursed her lips, took a deep breath for a long time and said, "This is for women."

"It's just that they look the same, but the size is different." Song Yanqing pulled the door of the cabinet, put her underwear box in front of He Chuanhua and said, "They are all here, you can choose one."

It was the first time that He Chuanhua encountered such a thing when he was so old.He looked at Song Yanqing and lost his ability to speak for a while.

After a long time, just when Song Yanqing thought he was going to get angry, He Chuanhua stood up and said, "Thank you, it's very cute, but it might not be suitable for me to wear."

As he spoke, he smiled at Song Yanqing, turned around and went into the bathroom.

Song Yanqing put the box away, and while applying body lotion, he chatted with the system.

'Has he become more dependent on me. ' Song Yanqing asked.

[Down to 20/100, Mr. Song. ] The system replied: [It is now 15. The system believes that the young anchor has a serious femininity and also likes all feminine things. The task goal is not very suitable for it yet. ]

As soon as the system finished speaking, something fell from the bathroom, Song Yanqing knocked on the door and asked, "What's wrong?"

The bathroom was quiet except for the sound of splashing water.

"If you don't speak, I'll go in!" After Song Yanqing finished speaking, He Chuanhua hummed.

He pushed open the door and walked into the bathroom. Glass shards were scattered on the floor, and He Chuanhua squatted on the ground to pick up things.

Song Yanqing took a closer look and found that it was a glass decoration that had been hung on the wall before.He had it when he was renting a house, probably it was released by a female student who rented a house before.

"How did you do it?" Song Yanqing squatted down after him. He held He Chuanhua's wrist and said, "Don't pick it up, and tie it into your hands again. I'll sweep them up and throw them away later. It's okay."

He Chuanhua furrowed his brows and said in confusion, "You're a little sinister here. I saw a red dot and thought it was a ghost."

"Is it gone now?" Song Yanqing asked, "Did your yin and yang eyes see wrong?"

He Chuanhua tilted his head and thought for a moment, then turned his head to look at the corner of the wall, and said to Song Yanqing: "The red dot is still there, it doesn't seem to be what I thought."

Song Yanqing looked along where He Chuanhua pointed, and a small red dot could be vaguely seen in the black gap between the two walls.

He pushed the glasses, reached out to pick them out, and felt something hard.

Song Yanqing barely touched that thing with his fingertips, and he asked the system: 'What is this? '

[It's a pinhole camera, Mr. Song. ] The system replied: [And it is working now. ]

Things are hidden like hell, and the little anchor is short-sighted, so he can't see clearly when he takes off his glasses while taking a shower.

'Why do I feel that the life of the little anchor is different from what I imagined. ' Song Yanqing said to the system.

When he was talking to the system, He Chuanhua also vaguely understood what that thing was.He narrowed his eyes and looked at the red spot coldly.

Song Yanqing couldn't figure it out by himself, so he turned around and wanted to ask He Chuanhua for help.He Chuanhua tilted his head to look at him, and asked with a confused face: "What's the matter, is it a ghost?"

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