Haunting

Mo Yu didn't know how to reject Mr. He, and he was thinking in his mind what kind of argument he should use so that Mr. He would not become angry and kill him.

"Why do you have to follow me?"

He Zhiyan was silent, staring straight at Mo Yu, the stern silhouette was covered with a light golden veil under the illumination of the street lamp, it seemed that the whole person softened.

Maybe it was because of his overly straightforward gaze, which was so hot that Mo Yu, a straight steel man, felt inexplicably embarrassed.

He Zhiyan, who was staring at Mo Yu almost too far away, smiled slightly: "I can't do without you."

Mo Yu was shocked, hey, I'll go, this junior will be great in the future, he can even talk flirtatiously to an unfamiliar senior.

He coughed, trying to hide his unnaturalness: "Sorry, what do you mean you can't leave me?"

"I can only follow you." He didn't want to go anywhere else.

Mo Yu frowned: "You mean you can only follow me now, and you can't stay away from me?"

He Zhiyan nodded.

Indeed, all he is thinking about now is Mo Yu, and he only wants to get closer to Mo Yu. As for how Mo Yu understands, he will not explain.

Mo Yu's face was a bit ugly, after all, no one wants to be followed by a ghost.

At that time, what should he do if he is overwhelmed by He Zhiyan?

And, most importantly - he is afraid of ghosts.

"Before I promise you to follow me, I want to ask one thing clearly."

After Mo Yu understood that He Zhiyan would not hurt him, he looked at He Zhiyan solemnly and planned to have a showdown with He Zhiyan.

"Have you ever hurt others before, such as my senior sister, or Jiang Zheng?"

He Zhiyan's eyes moved slightly, and he smiled: "Brother's senior sister? Is that the woman from a few days ago?"

"Ah."

"Sorry brother, I don't know."

Mo Yu was still a little skeptical: "You really don't know?"

"Brother doesn't believe me?"

He Zhiyan's handsome face was slightly aggrieved and sad, so Mo Yu couldn't say anything for a while, but his pitiful and sad eyes softened his heart.

A smile flashed across He Zhiyan's eyes as dark as deep pools, he approached Mo Yu, and looked at Mo Yu seriously.

"Brother, I only have you now." So if his brother left him, he would rather kill him with his own hands...

Mo Yu raised his eyes, feeling terrified, because he saw He Zhiyan's expression at this time, so paranoid and crazy.

It seemed that in the next second he would pounce on him and kill him.

It has to be said that the courage that Mo Yu had built up suddenly withered, yes, he was scared again.

Well, it may be that He Zhiyan can only follow him, and has a little fledgling with him.

Just like he did to Mo Changming and Nie Rong before, once they distracted him, he would childishly do something that shouldn't be done.

Maybe He Zhiyan's mood now is the same as before.

Mo Yu understood that feeling, and since senior sister Yuqing had nothing wrong with her, he didn't pursue it.

"What about Jiang Zheng?"

He Zhiyan looked innocent, and asked suspiciously: "Jiang Zheng?"

Mo Yu stared closely at He Zhiyan's expression: "It's the man who just had a car accident."

After being reminded by Mo Yu, He Zhiyan seemed to have remembered who Jiang Zheng was.

"It's him, he died...a bit miserable, but brother! I didn't hurt him, trust me!"

He Zhiyan held Mo Yu's hand tightly, lest Mo Yu would not believe his words.

Mo Yu felt the coolness coming from his hand, his scalp was numb and his limbs were stiff.

"...Okay, I believe you."

He Zhiyan smiled happily when he heard Mo Yu's words, but he didn't let go.

Mo Yu's face was ashen, and he glanced faintly at the hands held tightly by the two, feeling complicated in his heart.

"Well, you can follow me if you want, can you guarantee that you won't hurt me? Especially the people around me?"

Mo Yu struggled for a while, and decided to protect the lives of himself and those around him before agreeing.

He Zhiyan paused, of course he wouldn't hurt Mo Yu, it's just...

Mo Yu said resolutely: "If you don't agree, I won't agree with you to follow me all the time."

But Mo Yu said this as if he didn't say it. After all, He Zhiyan was a ghost, and he didn't know if he followed him.

"Okay, I will never hurt the people around you with my own hands."

He Zhiyan nodded. If there were no accidents, of course he would not easily hurt the people around Mo Yu.

He promised Mo Yu that of course he would not do bad things with his own hands, but... he can use the hands of others.

Just like Jiang Zheng...

After receiving He Zhiyan's assurance, Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief. It's not that he didn't believe in He Zhiyan's personality, but it's better to be cautious about the existence of ghosts.

The summer wind was so hot that it stirred the green trees on the side of the road, but Mo Yu felt a little cool.

He touched his back, only to realize that he was sweating, sticky and uncomfortable.

Mo Yu smiled, it was not easy for him to be frightened by ghosts.

He glanced at He Zhiyan, and tentatively said: "Ahem, so let's go?"

"Okay, let's go home."

Hearing what He Zhiyan said, Mo Yu felt something was wrong, but after seeing He Zhiyan's bright smile, he didn't know what to say.

So one person and one ghost returned home like this.

Mo Yu lay on the sofa with her eyes closed, trying to sort out what happened today.

Immediately, he felt a place sinking around him, and he knew that He Zhiyan was sitting next to him.

But he didn't make a sound, because he didn't know how to face the ghost who had already lived in his house.

The sound of "Gulu Gulu" sounded, and Mo Yu touched his stomach in embarrassment.

This day passed in such a trance, he really didn't eat anything.

Mo Yu heard He Zhiyan's chuckle and scratched his head in embarrassment. He looked up and saw He Zhiyan standing up.

"What are you doing?"

He Zhiyan's pretty phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and his smile was blooming like a peach blossom, which made Mo Yu, a self-proclaimed handsome guy, couldn't help admiring him.

I have to say that his junior looks really attractive.

No wonder He Zhiyan was promoted to the school girl in his junior year.

He Zhiyan walked into the kitchen: "What do you want to eat, brother?"

Mo Yu's eyes lit up. From what this meant, did he want to cook for him?

"Student, do you know how to cook?"

And He Zhiyan answered Mo Yu's words with practical actions, and a bowl of hot noodle soup was served in front of Mo Yu soon after.

"Brother, let's make do with it. There's nothing to cook at home, so that's the only way to go."

He Zhiyan looked at Mo Yu guiltily, this was the first time he made something for his brother, but he could only let him eat noodles.

Mo Yu was ashamed by He Zhiyan's attitude, the junior is too virtuous, it's a pity that he questioned the junior so much before.

"It's all right, junior, you've done a great job! I'll go buy rice and vegetables tomorrow, and it won't be too late for junior to show his skills."

Mo Yu comforted He Zhiyan while eating, and almost shed tears of happiness. This is really the best noodle he has ever eaten in his lifetime.

It's obviously just an egg and a ham sausage, how come it tastes like a gourmet meal made in a high-end restaurant.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you, there will be more in the pot if you don't have enough."

Mo Yu was taken aback, he looked up at He Zhiyan, his mouth was full of noodles, like a little squirrel.

And He Zhiyan sat on the side and supported himself, looking at Mo Yu tenderly with a gentle smile.

Mo Yu lowered his head, his eyes were a little sore, and a complicated emotion welled up in his heart.

How long has it been since I felt this feeling of being cared for...

"Apprentice..."

"Brother, call me by my name? It's strange to call my junior all the time."

Mo Yu thought for a while: "... the face?"

He Zhiyan's heart skipped a beat, she wished she could step forward and hug Mo Yu fiercely, spinning around in circles.

But he is still serious on the surface, and he can't see the excitement in his heart at all.

"Ok?"

Mo Yu swallowed the last bite of noodles: "Thank you."

He Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Mo Yu to thank him.

He approached Mo Yu, his soft voice seemed to contain a trace of pleading.

"Brother, if you really want to thank me, just smile at me? OK?"

Mo Yu was surprised, but after thinking of He Zhiyan's hard work cooking noodles for him, he smiled generously at He Zhiyan.

He Zhiyan's face turned red, and thousands of fireworks bloomed in his mind, gorgeous and colorful, and the bombardment made his blood boil.

He hugged Mo Yu tightly, stuffed Mo Yu tightly into his arms, and breathed in Mo Yu's breath greedily.

My brother's smell is clean, with a little fragrance of soap, which calms his restless little heart down.

Mo Yu's eyes widened inexplicably, and He Zhiyan's "thumping" heartbeat could be heard next to his ears, which made him feel a little hot for some reason.

He couldn't help struggling: "Hey, what are you doing!"

He Zhiyan said softly: "Brother, let me hug you again, it will be fine in a while."

He Zhiyan's voice seemed a little sad, Mo Yu was taken aback for a moment, then reached out his hand hesitantly, and patted him on the back lightly.

"Really, how old are you, and you still act like a baby."

He Zhiyan paused, he looked down at Mo Yu, his eyes filled with joy.

Brother, if he wants to act like a spoiled child for the rest of his life, can you pat him on the back like this?

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I'm finally here to update, hahahaha