to dig boyfriend's grave

"Is that man okay like that?" Ye Fan took the menu from the waiter and ordered a few dishes casually, then turned to look at them sitting across from him. "Leave it alone?"

"If you really miss him, then you go and resist him and sit next to you for dinner." Lin Jia lowered her head and flicked her phone, "Besides, it's just fainting for a while, what are you nervous about?"

Ye Fan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Shen Jiming, "It's okay, I will wake up later, and he won't say anything, I sealed my mouth."

Ye Fan nodded, holding the mobile phone in his hand, looking casually at Shen Jiming who was sitting in front of him.

If Lin Jia hadn't told him these things, he wouldn't have believed that there were ghosts in this world even if he was killed. This challenged the three views too much.

In fact, during the half month when Lin Jia disappeared, he hated this man very much, and whenever he thought of it, he wanted to chop him up with a knife.

It doesn't look very pleasing to the eye now, but there's nothing that Lin Jia can do to like him. It's not good to like something. If he insists on liking a ghost, it sounds unreliable.

Ye Fan was thinking angrily when he saw Shen Jiming peel a grape on the table and feed it to Lin Jia's mouth.

Lin Jia looked at the phone without raising his eyes, and ate the grapes with his hand, and spit the core into Shen Jiming's hand in the next second.

Shen Jiming peeled off another fruit, then fed it again, picked up the leftover fruit core after feeding, and wiped his mouth from time to time. .

Ye Fan was stunned for a while, this is fucking serving his ancestors.

The two acted as if no one was around, you fed me for a long time, and didn't give up until the food was served, embarrassing Ye Fan on the side, thanks to him ordering a box.

"That...cough, Shen Jiming, right?" Ye Fan uncomfortably put a mouthful of rice into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it. "Do you have a job now?"

When Lin Jia heard this, she raised her head and looked at Shen Jiming with interest, he really didn't expect this.

"Yes." Shen Jiming nodded with a smile.

"What job?" Lin Jia asked curiously before Ye Fan opened his mouth. "Where did you get your ID card to find a job?"

"The old man opened a ghost office, and I'll make a name for him." Shen Jiming smiled and put a piece of meat into his bowl. "If there is something difficult to do, you will call me over."

"It's really ghost hunting?" Lin Jia ate the meat in the bowl, reached out and picked up a vegetable from the front plate and put it in his bowl. "That's not safe."

"They are the ones who are not safe." Shen Jiming smiled.

Lin Jia was putting food into his mouth, when he heard this, he stretched out a hand and pointed his thumb at him, the boss is the boss.

"Hey, that's right." Ye Fan took out three documents from his briefcase, "Here are three TV drama scripts, you can take them home and have a look, and choose one to shoot."

"Yo?" Lin Jia took the file and flipped through it, "I'm so famous now that I can choose a script?"

"Two male second and one male first." Ye Fan said, "I checked the male first book. It's a campus. It's really a bloody Vietnamese idol drama. I think it will lose half of its fans after filming it."

"Damn! Then I still have half of my fans." Lin Jia put the document aside and stared at him, "Then why do you bring it to me, make it look good?"

"Isn't it? I'm not asking you to pretend to be a big name." Ye Fan said with a smile, and the phone that was placed aside rang.

"Hello, Mom." Ye Fan answered the phone.

"En, yes, Tongtong was born in the past two days." After Ye Fan said this sentence, his face immediately changed when he heard the next fucking sentence, and his voice was accidentally broken by fright. "What?!"

Lin Jia looked at him worriedly, and when Ye Fan looked over, he didn't make a sound, and asked him what's wrong with his mouth.

Ye Fan confirmed with his mother several times, and when he got the confirmation, his expression became ugly after he hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jia asked, "You look so ugly, what did Auntie say?"

"...Jiazi." Ye Fan looked at him, tilted his head slightly, a little afraid to look into his eyes, and opened his mouth without saying a word.

"What's the matter?" Lin Jia was also a little anxious, he had never seen Ye Fan like this before.

Ye Fan pinched his thigh, his voice seemed to come out of his throat, "You...your father...he's dead."

Hearing this, Shen Jiming suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin Jia who was standing beside him frozen.

After returning home, Shen Jiming still looked at him worriedly. Lin Jia hasn't said a word since he got the news from the hotel.

This silence worried him.

"I'm fine." Lin Jia sat on the sofa with his head in his arms, he knew that Shen Jiming would be worried, he didn't want Shen Jiming to be unhappy because of these shitty things, "I'm really fine, I... I just want to be alone for a while."

"En." Shen Jiming touched his lowered head, "Just tell me what you want to say."

"Okay." After Lin Jia replied dully, he heard Shen Jiming's footsteps going to the bedroom, and then he slowly raised his head.

His father died, he was not sad, let alone sad, just unhappy, as if something was pressing on his chest, squeezing his heart, he pressed his hand on his chest, and his heart beat a little faster , I don't know if I was excited or had a heart attack.

He was very obedient when he was a child, and he listened to his father's words, so that he would not dare to go east and west, and he would not breathe if he died, so his father would praise him as a good boy.

Later, the good boy didn’t work anymore, because he found that no matter whether he was obedient or not, his father could still beat him when he was in a bad mood, and he wouldn’t give up the chance to go crazy because he was a good boy. He gradually learned to resist.

不过反抗没什么屁用，打不过还得挨揍，还一不小心把那个家里唯一爱他的爷爷给反抗死了。

During that time, he hated his father very much, because that incident completely broke up with his family, he didn't go to school, and he came out to hang out with Ye Fan.

At that time, he prayed for his father to die every day, like clocking in, hating and hating on time and time every day.

But the man was really dead, and he didn't seem so happy either.

I always feel that my breath is stuck in my throat, and it has been falling for a long time, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

"Ah!" Lin Jia shouted into the air in front of her with her head in her arms, and kicked the tea table in front of her far away.

It's so annoying, it's dead, it's none of his business, whoever cares about it.

Lin Jia rushed into the bedroom violently, plunged into Shen Jiming's arms, hugged him tightly, his heart was full of blank anger, and he didn't know what he was angry about.

I just want to be angry, want to vent, want to tear up the things in front of me, nothing.

By the time he realized it, he had already pressed Shen Jiming against the wall, and pressed his mouth.

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Alas...it's the middle of the night.so sleepy.