Director Ma meets a ghost

It may be because of the absence of the entanglement of those gods and ghosts, or it may be that the various tasks in the bureau are progressing smoothly, Director Ma has lived a very comfortable life these few days.

In the past, the newspapers were randomly stuffed into the letterbox by the deliveryman, but now they are neatly spread on the dining table every time, and there is a cup of black tea that is just right.Director Ma knew that Xiao Chen still had a key to the house, so he couldn't help being a little amused, when did this kid learn to care about people.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Director Ma came down from upstairs in his pajamas, and while eating breakfast, he picked up the newspaper and browsed.There was a briefcase prepared on the sofa, and the leather shoes he would wear when going out in the entrance were also polished.Director Ma put on his shoes, took his bag and went out, and saw Xiao Chen waiting beside the car. "Let's go." Director Ma leaned on the back seat, narrowed his eyes comfortably, smacked his lips, and closed his eyes and said, "Xiao Chen, I want to eat poached eggs tomorrow."

"Huh? Director, do you want me to get out of the car and buy?"

"No, no, I just said it casually, just keep driving."

But the next day, Director Ma smelled the fragrance as soon as he went downstairs.In addition to a newspaper, a cup of steaming milk, and two fried eggs on the table.The chopsticks were neatly placed on the plate, and the chairs were pulled out and put away.Director Ma took a sip and was a little surprised. He had never seen Xiao Chen cook before, and he didn't expect this kid to be so good at cooking.Looking at the balcony, hey, yesterday's change of clothes has been washed and dried.Director Ma walked over and put away the socks on the hanger, and couldn't help smelling them, there was a faint smell of washing powder.

Three years later, Director Ma returned to the days when Huo Xia was still alive, and he was even more considerate. He missed this feeling of being able to put on clothes and eat while opening his mouth.But Xiao Chen did too much, he felt a little uneasy, wondering what the hell this kid was up to.

He came back a little late that day, Director Ma smelled the alcohol on his body, took off his clothes and prepared to take a bath.He was used to being alone, and Director Ma felt that there was nothing wrong with being naked in his own home, but this time when he came out of the bathroom wiping his wet hair, he saw a stool right at the door, and on the stool was a stool. His pajamas, topped with a new pair of shorts.

"Damn it, Xiao Chen?"

After shouting a few times, no one was in the room.

The curtains were blown in an arc by the night wind, and some cool air entered the air.Director Ma was a bit cold. He had just put on his clothes when he looked up and saw the sliding glass window sliding up and closing by itself. The sound of "touch!" made Director Ma jump.

"Feng Yi?"

No one responded to him, only the washing machine in the corner started spinning suddenly, Director Ma opened the lid, and inside was the shirt he just took off.

"Feng Yi, it's you." Director Ma didn't know whether he was scared or angry, and stomped his feet, "Don't think you're a ghost, I'm afraid of you."

He remembered what Feng Yi said before he disappeared, the sword wound on his body was still not healed, so he couldn't see him now.Then he softened his tone again, "Xiao Feng, you don't have to do these things, I feel very sorry." Director Ma talked to himself for a long time, and the more he talked, the more embarrassed he felt.

It was very late, he simply shut up and ran to the bedroom to sleep.The bed sheets and pillowcases were also changed by Feng Yixin, and they were too fluffy. Director Ma tossed off his slippers, closed his eyes, and the comfort all over made him feel drowsy.In a daze, he felt that his side sank, and a corner of the quilt was lifted, and someone got in.Director Ma turned over without knowing it, babbled a few words, and immediately fell asleep again.

Director Xu's wife gave birth to a second child, and she had a child in her forties. On a sunny day, more than a dozen tables were set up, and Director Ma and the others came to congratulate her one after another.

Recently, the policy has been relaxed. Some people urged Director Wang to have a child quickly. Wang Jianling said with a smile, "Isn't Director Ma still without children?"

Everyone here knows the reason for Director Ma.Not long after Huo Xia left, someone was a matchmaker for him, but Director Ma rejected them all.This time Director Wang mentioned it, and some acquaintances also persuaded him to marry another one.Director Ma recalled the recent comfortable days, he did not refuse like before, but smiled and said haha, "I'm getting old in a blink of an eye, who would like me!"

Director Xu, who came to persuade him to drink, punched him in the chest, "Hey, you are clearly scolding me!"

Everyone laughed and stood up to toast with Director Xu.

Wang Jianling saw that Director Ma's neck was dry, and he leaned over and asked, "What did you mean just now?"

Director Ma smiled at him, "Director Wang, don't worry about me all the time, don't you want a son in a hurry?"

Seeing unexplained fluctuations in Wang Ling's eyes, he opened his mouth and sat back.

It was midnight when Director Ma went back, and Xiao Chen helped him out of the car, "Director, be careful."

"Okay, I'm fine, you go back."

Xiao Chen sent him to the door, "Director, are you okay drinking so much?"

"That's it, hiccup, how much is it?" Director Ma waved his hand, took out the key and opened the door.

He saw his own slippers in the entrance, bent down to change them, his head was heavy, and he swayed, falling into a cold embrace.

Someone next to my ear asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Director Ma raised his red face to look at him, and saw Feng Yi was wearing his home clothes, exuding air-conditioning.

Director Ma was shocked, "Are you recovered from your injury?"

"En." Feng Yi slightly nodded, helped Director Ma to sit on the sofa, turned around and went to work in the kitchen.Director Ma stumbled to the bathroom to urinate, and when he passed by the kitchen, he smelled a fragrance, and his stomach twitched.At the banquet, he was too busy drinking, and his stomach was completely empty after urinating.

"You old man, can you still cook?" Director Ma leaned against the wall, looked at him and laughed, "Are you used to using induction cooker?"

"Hmph," Feng Yi turned around with a spoon in his hand, "I'm not very familiar with it, just touch it."

He turned off the stove, filled a bowl of porridge and handed it to Director Ma, "I added some honey, you can try it."

"...Why do you want to add honey?" Director Ma hates honey the most.

"Drinker, drink it."

Director Ma sat at the edge of the dining table, sipping porridge.Feng Yi opened the chair and sat opposite him, "It's quite late today."

"Oh, socializing." Director Ma suddenly felt that the current conversation seemed familiar. Huo Xia talked to him like this a long time ago. "Are you going to live here forever?"

"No." Feng Yi stood up, his tone suddenly became cold, "I'm going to Luoyang after a while."

Director Ma put down the bowl and asked him, "Are you still going to take revenge?"

Feng Yi didn't answer, but just looked closely at Director Ma, "Have you been with Wang Jianling all this time?"

"...Yeah, what's the matter?"

"There's a hint of your scent on him, you'd better be careful."

"My smell?" Chief Ma sniffed his body suspiciously, and there was nothing but the smell of alcohol.It's funny. Wang Jianling also said before that he should be careful with Feng Yi. These two people can't fight each other. Why is there such a big quarrel? Feng Yi took the empty bowl and walked to the sink to wash it naturally, "By the way, There's nothing in the fridge."

"Ah, huh?" Director Ma was still dizzy, lying on the table and looking at Feng Yi's back.

"Let's go grocery shopping together tomorrow."

Director Ma was picked up by Feng Yi again, and his head slid uncontrollably against Feng Yi's chest. His body temperature, which was much lower than that of ordinary people, made him wake up a little bit.

What's the situation, he is living with a ghost?

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