ghost

In the distance, there are rolling clouds and mist, and the mountains are faint; behind are cliffs and cliffs, with few vegetation.A slender man was lying flat on the trunk of a welcoming pine that slanted over the cliff.And he tightly grasped the man's skirt, lying on his chest.

They are suspended on the cliff, and there is a deep abyss below, and the welcoming pine is the only place they can stay.

There was a whistling cold wind in his ears. Fang Xia should have felt cold, but Fang Xia felt his body was inexplicably hot. The body that was next to him didn't have much temperature, but it held a strange attraction to him.

Probably because the body proportions are too good.

His body was wrapped in a white shirt, his chest was supported by his hands, and the outline of his strong chest muscles could be felt. Looking from top to bottom, he had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and a pair of straight long legs under the right crotch.

Fang Xia's hands ran down the man's chest and rested on his waist.With a soft and elastic waist, the hands are slightly tightened, and you can feel the tense muscles underneath.

"Don't move around." A clear and cold voice sounded from the top of the head, and the hand that was touching the waistline back and forth was caught by the man.

Fang Xia looked up.

Sword eyebrows and star eyes, noble and restrained; straight nose, thin lips slightly pursed, cool and dusty.

"Fu Jin..." Fang Xia called him.

"Yeah." The expression on his face was light, as if everything in the world was out of mind.

Fang Xia suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and his unhappiness suddenly rose, and the fire on his body burned even hotter.

He didn't want to see Fu Jin's indifferent coldness, he wanted his eyes to burst into brilliant fireworks.

Fang Xia shook off Fu Jin's hand holding his wrist, raised his hand and tore off his shirt.

"What are you doing?" Fu Jin frowned slightly, looking at him displeased.

Fang Xia felt that his whole body was about to burn, he pressed Fu Jin firmly, leaned over to bite his Adam's apple, and tore his clothes.

The pine branches of the welcoming pine trembled wildly, and the cold voice was tinged with anger, but it lured Fang Xia to occupy the other party more wantonly and arbitrarily, just wanting not to give up an inch of ground.

The two were entangled together, gasping for breath.

Fang Xia pressed Fu Jin's resisting hands, knelt on the tree trunk between his legs on one knee, and buried herself in the opponent's body.

The coldness in Fu Jin's eyes was mixed with anger, he bent his legs against Fang Xia's waist, twisted his body to the side, and suddenly Fang Xia and Fang Xia fell from the suspended welcoming pine.

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Fang Xia's body trembled, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

Unfamiliar ceilings, European-style decoration, and luxurious crystal chandeliers.Fang Xia opened his eyes and stared in a daze for a long time before realizing that he was sleeping in Zhou Jingcai's villa.

Waking up from his sleep, Fang Xia moved his hands and feet, and found himself sleeping on the edge of the bed with half of his body hanging outside, and the quilt covering his body was also crooked. One corner of the quilt was facing him, and half of the quilt had slid to the floor.

Fang Xia stretched out his hand, intending to pull the quilt up, but just as he pulled the quilt, his whole body froze.

The crotch was wet and sticky, and a little cool.Fang Xia has been an adult for many years, so of course she knows what happened.

[woke up? ] Fu Jin's voice came from not far away.

Fang Xia turned his head stiffly to look, and saw that the other party was wearing a familiar white shirt and black trousers, sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony of the room.The slightly bright sky outside penetrated through the tulle curtains in front of the window, allowing Fang Xia to see the expression on Fu Jin's face clearly in front of her—indifferent and cold, with the fiery dream that she had not yet stripped from her memory The screens overlap.

Fang Xia only felt a bang in his head, and his face turned red all the way to the base of his neck.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the lingering object in the dream—no, it should be the object that he forced in the dream..., just sitting there looking at him, and in an instant, I felt the waves of shame and guilt all over my body. Overturned, overwhelmed, overwhelmed.

Fang Xia responded indiscriminately, grabbed the blanket beside the pillow, wrapped it around her body, got out of bed from the other side, and rushed into the bathroom.

Fang Xia propped her hands on the sink, looked at herself flushed in the mirror with blank eyes, and felt that she couldn't get better.

Why would the object of that in my dream be Fu Jin?And forced the other party!And it's still on a tree!It's just too brutish!

Fang Xia covered her face silently, then looked down at her wet panties through her fingers, as evidence of his shameless behavior.

Speaking of which, since Fu Jin was by his side, he never relieved himself.Although Fu Jin is of the same sex, she always feels that being relieved by the other party will tarnish the other party.It has been so long without my right hand to be in love with each other, coupled with yesterday's big meal of mutton and lamb kidneys, the physiological needs were catalyzed to the peak, and the result suddenly broke out.

In fact, he can't be blamed for this, it's all the sheep's kidney's fault, it's all... a ghost!There was no way Yang Zizi could force him to use force on Fu Jin in his dream!

If the object in the dream were anyone, Fang Xia wouldn't care too much about it, just treat it as a nonsensical dream, and pass it when you wake up.But for Fu Jin, he cared too much.

Feeling guilty about Fu Jin, Fang Xia took a shower silently, washed her underwear, destroyed the "evidence", felt a little calmer, and then realized that she came in without underwear.

The dryer in Zhou Jingcai's villa is placed in a separate laundry room, and the bathroom in the bedroom is not equipped.

Fang Xia: "..."

Just when Fang Xia was thinking about going out naked and wrapped in a blanket, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

Fang Xia opened the door a little suspiciously, and found Fu Jin standing at the door.

There was a shadow under Fu Jin's feet, which obviously turned into a solid body.He was holding Fang Xia's clothes in his hands, and on the top was Fang Xia's underwear.

"Thank you." Fang Xia whispered, reaching out to take the clothes Fu Jin handed over through the crack of the door.

In that dream, when Fang Xia faced Fu Jin, he couldn't help being embarrassed and guilty, and didn't dare to look at Fu Jin.

After breakfast, Zhou Jingcai's event was over, and each of them prepared to go home.And at this moment, Yang Yichen ran over again, hoping that Fang Xia would take the painting to his villa.

Originally, he planned to temporarily put the painting here with Fang Xia, and then deal with it after finding other masters.It's just that Mr. Yang got up this morning, and after hearing about it, he wanted to take a last look at the painting.It happened that Fang Xia also wanted to know if this oil painting came from Cangli Gallery.Geng Shudan entrusted someone to find the Chongyin oil painting in Cangli Gallery, and if it is verified to be the same one, he can inform them in time.

Zhou Jingcai asked his friends to take Huang Yuanyuan down the mountain first, and he and Wei Shuhua accompanied Fang Xia to Yang's villa.

After Fang Xia brought the painting into the lobby of Yang's villa, he was locked on by the eyes of the two old people.

One is Yang Yichen's grandfather, he looked at the broken oil painting in Fang Xia's hand with heartache.One is Master Wu, one of his legs is fixed by a splint, and he is sitting in a wheelchair. His face is pale and he looks extremely weak, but he can sit up, which shows that his body is only injured externally, and his internal organs should be fine.

"Boy, are you the one who said that the painting was unlucky?" Before Fang Xia could speak, Master Wu spoke out first, and his tone sounded extremely unfriendly.

"Yes, I said." You were almost indirectly killed by this painting yesterday, don't you have any idea?Fang Xia thought to himself.

"Huangkou kid, you're talking nonsense!" Master Wu said angrily.

Fang Xia frowned, not quite understanding what Master Wu was trying to do.

[He is trying to save his reputation. ] Fu Jin said calmly, [This time the Yang family's entrustment has a problem, the matter must be brought to an end, but no one can be allowed to intervene to clean up the mess, he must come in person, so as to restore some reputation and not ruin his job. ]

The Yang family is not a small family. This Master Wu has made a mistake here, and his reputation has been ruined. In the future, even old customers will not come back.So he desperately dragged his injured body to get back the oil painting from Fang Xia.

Fang Xia listened to Fu Jin's words, and subconsciously turned her eyes to him, and then found that Fu Jin seemed to be in a bad mood.Speaking of which, Fu Jin hadn't spoken much since the morning. He was busy with a guilty conscience and didn't notice it for a while.

As soon as he found that Fu Jin was in a bad mood, Fang Xia's full attention went to Fu Jin, so he didn't have the heart to talk to Master Wu.Holding in his arms, two oil paintings about the size of file bags were placed on the tea table in front of Mr. Yang, and after asking the other party not to touch them, he drifted towards Fu Jin from the corner of his eye.

Seeing this, Master Wu over there trembled with anger, and then he turned his wheelchair and was about to go get the oil painting.

Fang Xia noticed the movement on the other side, and said in a cold voice with some irritability: "This painting is a thing of heavy yin, if you want to get yin, just touch it!"

Master Wu paused when he stretched out his hand. He didn't believe Fang Xia's words, but he was attacked by evil spirits, and his soul was traumatized. If he encounters a heavy yin thing at this time, it will be a big deal.Moreover, he was caught by the evil spirit he raised and took the painting away, which shows that there is indeed a problem with the painting.So, believe it or not, he cautiously withdrew his hand.

"A child with a yellow mouth is a child with a yellow mouth. Do you know what is a heavy yin thing?" Master Wu sneered, "Those that can be called a heavy yin thing are mostly objects that are old and have accumulated yin energy. This oil painting is at most a hundred years old, and it is almost impossible to become a thing of the double yin. Mr. Yang, the year of this painting, I said I missed it?"

Mr. Yang took off his presbyopic glasses, glanced at Master Wu, and then said to Fang Xia in a warm voice, "I have had someone authenticate this painting, and it was probably made six to seventy years ago."

Fang Xia was taken aback, there is still a year for things with heavy yin?

"Mr. Yang, this painting is actually a bit evil. There is no saying that it is unlucky. You can keep the painting and hand it over to my apprentice. This kid doesn't understand anything. He is a layman pretending to understand. "Master Wu squinted at Fang Xia.

Fang Xia was looking at Fu Jin.

[Things of double yin are indeed mostly old objects. ] Fu Jin's eyes fell on the oil painting on the coffee table, and after thinking for a while, Fang Xia said, [Open the frame of the painting and have a look. ]

Fang Xia asked Mr. Yang for tools, and carefully opened the frame of the oil painting.The partition on the back really has two layers, and the four corners are fastened by movable buckle caps.Pull off the four button caps and open the interlayer, revealing the yellowed rice paper, on which are painted with ancient brushstrokes the scenes of ancient people hunting in autumn.

Mr. Yang put on his presbyopic glasses, leaned over to take a look, and gasped suddenly.

The author has something to say:

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Author: Why is the boss unhappy?

Fu Jin: I don't know who Fang Xia dreamed about in his dream.

Author: I guess...

Fu Jin took the red pen and waited to write down.

Author: Why write in red pen.

Fu Jin: The list of most wanted criminals is naturally a red name.

author:! ! !

Fu Jin: Draw a black frame when you die.

Author: ... (you probably need a black pen)