Throw down that ghost uncle

As the sun set, the room was dyed red by the sunset glow. The windows were wide open, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains fluttered gently. Lin Zhao stepped in, and the door behind him was closed.

On the right hand side is the sofa, on which sits a super cute little lady with jet-black hair and fair complexion that seems to be able to pinch water. Two huge black eyes are looking straight at Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao froze in place for a few seconds, searching the room for Yan Shengyu's figure, and finally his eyes still stayed on Xiao Zhengtai.

Yan Shengyu had already changed into children's clothes, and hooked his fingers at Lin Zhao.

"Who are you?" Lin Zhao asked without going over, "Where is Yan Shengyu?"

"It's me." Yan Shengyu jumped off the sofa.

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"To tell you the truth, I'm actually a thousand-year-old ghost." The immature child's voice was very clear in the room, but it felt like a child's joke.

Lin Zhao was bewildered by the sudden words, his mind went blank, as if he was listening to a dream.

ghost?How could such a thing happen in modern life?

"Stop joking, let alone you..." Lin Zhao thought it was ridiculous, he said, "Don't make trouble, kid, is he Yan Shengyu's younger brother?"

Yan Shengyu knew that it was hard to explain this kind of thing, and he also knew that Lin Zhaohui's reaction would be like this. Coupled with his appearance at the moment, it was completely unconvincing.

Sure enough, Lin Zhao added another sentence: "If you say that an old man is a thousand-year-old ghost, I can still believe it. Why are you so naughty?"

Yan Shengyu felt that it would be useless to talk more at this time, so he called his assistant at the door and asked for a fruit knife.

The assistant responded, and opened the door 3 minutes later.

Yan Shengyu picked up the knife and gesticulated on his finger. Before the other two present could react, he had already lightly opened a gash on his finger with the knife.

In an instant, blood beads came up.

Lin Zhao's face turned pale, he was dizzy with blood, his legs softened and he fell to the ground.

Yan Shengyu walked over and squatted next to him: "See? My blood is different from that of ordinary people. Also, do you know why you were safe in that car accident? How did you survive unscathed when you slipped and fell from the tall building in the hospital? The important point, as you can see now, is that I eat sweets."

After a series of listening, Lin Zhao even felt that he couldn't digest these words quickly. He sat on the ground, staring at the purple blood beads that emerged from Yan Shengyu's fingers, falling drop by drop.

Finally, Lin Zhao was taken aback. He stood up but stumbled and fell. He couldn't get up, as if the ground was slippery, and he could only shrink into a corner.

"What you said is true?" He was incredulous, but also terrified. If Yan Shengyu was really a ghost, would there be a habit of terror in the TV series?

"Really." Yan Shengyu sighed, and his petite body jumped onto the sofa again, "But you don't have to be so afraid."

Even so, Lin Zhao still couldn't believe what he heard. It was so wonderful and weird. The person he liked was obviously a person with bright eyes at first glance, but he was actually an old ghost?

But after carefully understanding what Yan Shengyu said just now, he was indeed the one who saved his two lives, especially the one in the car accident, but his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

Suddenly, the cell phone in his pocket rang, startling Lin Zhao.

He started to touch his phone, and the long-lost two words flashed on the screen: Mom.

With a tremor in his heart, Lin Zhao didn't know what his mother's call meant. He glanced at Yan Shengyu before slowly picking it up: "Mom?"

However, a male voice came from the other end of the phone, probably Chen Ling's assistant, sounding anxious: "Lin... Lin Zhao? Chen... Mr. Chen... Can you come and see Mr. Chen?"

Lin Zhao was startled: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's true that something happened. Mr. Chen is in the hospital."

A bad premonition surged up again. His mother had not been ill for a long time, and the rush to leave the hospital that time probably caused something to happen to Wang Heshun.

"I see," he said.

Yan Shengyu also heard the voice on the other end of the phone, and immediately jumped off the sofa: "Shall I go with you?"

Lin Zhao stuffed his phone back: "I'll go by myself, you'll be fine at home."

"Can it work?"

Lin Zhao nodded, then turned around and added, "Small man, be more obedient."

Yan Shengyu: "..."

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In the hospital, Chen Ling was sitting on a chair in the corridor, with a piece of gauze on her cheek, and tissues all over the floor. The assistant accompanied her, whispering a few words from time to time.

"Mom?" Footsteps followed, Lin Zhao appeared at the end of the corridor, and he quickened his pace when he saw Chen Ling.

Chen Ling, who was depressed, suddenly raised her head. She, who had never cried, suddenly felt sore in her heart, and her tears that could no longer be restrained were overwhelming.

Out of the orbit.

"Mom!" Although he didn't care what Chen Ling was doing, Lin Zhao couldn't help but care if something happened. He ran up to shake his mother's hand and asked, "What's wrong with your face?"

This question made Chen Ling cry even more sadly, holding Lin Zhao's hand and crying deeply.

It turned out that I went to find Wang Heshun that day. His apartment had been sold as a second-hand house, and Chen Ling went to his unit to look for someone, but his colleagues said they didn't know, and the mobile phone was turned off, so Chen Ling's guess became more serious. Sure, she immediately mobilized people to find Wang Heshun.

But who knows, although he found him, he was stopped by a woman named Du Hong, who brought Wang Heshun to meet Chen Ling.

When she learned that Wang Heshun was going to follow Du Hong, Chen Ling immediately became angry. She said that Wang Heshun had betrayed his promise, and that the relationship between them for decades was nothing more than bullshit.

Wang Heshun had no idea, and he was afraid of Du Hong. At that time, he kept apologizing to Chen Ling. He knew that Chen Ling would not listen to these words, so he just said that he was extremely pitiful.

Chen Ling felt uncomfortable and unwilling, but he couldn't bear to fight with Wang Heshun, so he started fighting with Du Hong.

Seeing the aggressive scene, Wang Heshun stepped forward to persuade him once but was scratched in the face, so he hid aside and remained silent. Seeing that he didn't help him, Chen Ling became more and more angry, and directly raised his hand to Du Hong. One slap, but Du Hong was not easy to provoke. She slapped her back twice, and the corners of Chen Ling's mouth were bleeding from both sides of the slap.

Lin Zhao didn't want to listen anymore, he could guess the ending, Wang Heshun must have gone with Du Hong in the end, otherwise his mother wouldn't be so sad.

The assistant handed over some tissues and put them aside, Chen Ling wiped them, raised her red and swollen eyes and asked Lin Zhao: "Did Mom do something wrong? Even he treats me like this?"

Lin Zhao didn't like Wang Heshun, and he didn't want to get involved in the matter between him and his mother. He just said now: "You really did something wrong to the Lin family."

"But mom is all for him! For the relationship between us! With money, we won't have any more conflicts! But he..."

"Mom!" Lin Zhao yelled and stopped, "I don't want to tell you too much, especially about you and that man."

"Lin Zhao..."

"Okay Mom, if you have nothing to do, go back early, I have to go too." After saying that, Lin Zhao got up.

"Xiao Zhao!" Chen Ling persisted, stepped forward and grabbed him, "Will you go with Mom?"