Director Ma meets a ghost

Director Ma woke up with a splitting headache, and a glare of sunlight shone into the bedroom from one side, hitting his golden face.

He remembered something and shouted, "Feng Yi?"

"What's wrong?" Feng Yi's voice came from outside.

"Oh, I didn't leave." Director Ma put on his slippers, opened the window, and saw Feng Yi wearing denim overalls and holding a shovel in the yard.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Yi stood up straight and supported the shovel on the ground, "I want to plant something."

"Where did you get the shovel?"

"Borrowed from next door."

Director Ma poked his head forward, and saw the old lady next door smiling and waving at him, "Your cousin is really hardworking, and he looks energetic, but he's bald in the front."

"Hurry up!" Director Ma frowned, and added, "I'm hungry."

Feng Yi pushed open the door and brought breakfast over, "I'll go down after I've cooked something, you can see it when you come together."

"No one told you to tell." Director Ma muttered and took the porridge bowl, "When is it?"

"10:30."

"what?"

"Don't worry, I told Xiao Chen." Feng Yi had already changed his clothes, and the casual jacket was open, revealing the white short sleeves inside. It was the clothes he wore when he was still in school. I didn't expect Feng Yi to put it on. It fits so well.The neckline is very low, and Director Ma can easily see his slightly protruding Adam's apple and the distinct collarbone.

"Where did you get it..."

Feng Yi just opened the corner of his mouth, "Let's go."

"Where to go?"

There were still many people in the vegetable market, and the old men and women who came and went stared at Feng Yi's forehead, and the latter looked at them unconsciously.On the way back, Director Ma couldn't take it anymore. He took Feng Yi's hand, took him to the shopping mall on the corner of the street, and bought him a hat at the men's clothing store on the second floor.

Feng Yi covered his forehead, and the saleswoman yelled, "Director Ma, I didn't expect your cousin to be so handsome?"

Feng Yi frowned and asked Director Ma, "What is handsome?"

Director Ma came over to take a look, and was also slightly surprised.Feng Yi's face was thin, with a narrow jawline and a strong jaw line. The black hat completely set off his face, which was white and clean, and he always felt like a star.

"You're handsome, I just want to praise you for looking like me."

The salesperson smiled, "Handsome is handsome, but don't stay up late all the time, young people, look at the dark circles under your eyes."

Director Ma thought about it, and bought some concealer foundation and color contact lenses for Feng Yi. After a little dressing up, Feng Yi's masculine temperament came out in an instant.

Director Ma was delighted to see him, and kept turning his head to stare at Feng Yi when he walked to the first floor of the shopping mall.At this time, the billboard hanging from the ceiling suddenly fell, and fell straight on Director Ma's head. Director Ma only heard the exclamation of customers around him, and as soon as his body lightened, he was brought to Feng Yi by a gust of wind.

Feng Yi hugged him tightly, his cold neck and chest pressed tightly against Director Ma, so cold that Director Ma's heart was about to jump out.

The manager hurried over and kept apologizing to Director Ma, who was still being hugged by Feng Yi, his face blushing. "What are you doing? Let go."

Only then did Feng Yi let go of his hand, "It's not safe here, let's go back first."

Director Ma became nervous when he saw that his expression was very bad.Feng Yi said before that he brought bad luck from Mangshan, and that accidents may happen wherever he goes, which is true.

Both times it was Feng Yi who came to the rescue. If he wasn't by his side, he wouldn't know when he died.

Director Ma shrank his neck, reached out and grabbed Feng Yi's sleeve, "Hey, what should I do when you go back to take revenge?"

He thought that Feng Yi would at least hesitate or feel guilty, but Feng Yi still said with a cold face, "Don't worry, I will go to Lao Xie to give you a peace talisman before I leave."

Director Ma pouted, and if he believed that old liar again, his surname would not be Ma.

Director Ma felt that Feng Yi could live with him all the time, acting as a nanny and a bodyguard, getting the best of both worlds, killing two birds with one stone, why should he work so hard.What's more, that Zhang Junyang has lived for hundreds of years, so it sounds amazing, how can Feng Yi, a brat, beat him.Now it is time to find a way to get Feng Yi to give up the idea of ​​revenge quickly, what age is it, and this kind of non-mainstream fighting and killing, young people must value peace.

Director Ma was stunned when he returned to the community.

His home was burglarized.

The lock of the door was picked in pieces, and a thick, choking smoke floated out from inside.Director Ma raised his foot and wanted to rush in, but was caught by Feng Yi, "You don't want to live anymore?"

Director Ma said anxiously, "My passbook is still in the house!" After speaking, he went to grab Feng Yi's arm.

The door of the dispute room opened, and three black men came out of the room, the one in the middle looked very familiar.He walked up to Director Ma and shook the feather duster in his hand.

"Cough, cough, cough," Director Ma covered his nose and stepped back, "Daoist Li? Why are you here?"

Li Chenfeng wiped his face, white teeth were exposed through the black slits, "The poor are here to ask for reinforcements." After finishing speaking, he put the feather duster on his arm and sighed.

It was only then that Director Ma realized that it was Fuchen, and he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, "Come inside and tell."

There was no way to stay in the living room on the first floor, so Director Ma called the fire brigade over, and took a few people to sit and wait in the nearby coffee shop.

"Tell me who set the fire."

"This... This is really a mistake!" Li Chenfeng stroked his burnt beard, feeling extremely sad.He took Jing'er and Qian'er to find this place through untold hardships, and finally found out where Director Ma lived, but he was not there. "Poverty... just casually... using a thunderbolt, who would have thought... such a big commotion!" Li Chenfeng cleaned up, picked up the coffee on the table, "Ah bah! This tea has gone rancid!"

The coffee is freshly brewed, how can it be rancid.Director Ma raised his forehead, "...Director Daoist, you must have never been down the mountain before."

"Here, the poor Taoist is busy with his affairs, how can he get away!" Li Chenfeng glared at him, "Forget it, forget it, do as the Romans do, the poor Taoist should feel aggrieved."

"...You fucking want to burn my house down, why are you wronged?" Director Ma held back the anger for a long time, and all of this will come out. "Didn't you still say you came to ask us to do something? That's your attitude"

"Hmph." Before Li Chenfeng could speak, the little Taoist priest behind him turned away coldly.

Director Ma took a look, hey, isn't this the one they saw when they went to Mangshan just now? "You little bastard, what's the matter with you?"

"You!" Another little Taoist priest named Jing'er hurriedly grabbed him and blinked desperately at him.Only then did Qian'er hold back her anger, and stood aside.

Director Ma thought that these two little Taoist priests were quite amusing. He sat up straight, and slowly stirred the sugar in the cup, "Tell me, the Taoist priest came all the way to find me, what do you want?"