Transmigrated to become the Tyrant's Male Concubine

However, the woman's eyes were full of smiles, and the corners of her eyes and brows were full of happiness and joy. She smiled redly, her lips were white, and she held a bowl of soup in both hands, walked quickly to the table, and put the soup bowl on the table. middle.

The man walked over, embraced the woman's slender waist, and pressed a kiss on the woman's forehead: "Thank you."

The woman shook her head slightly, looked up at the man, her face and eyes were full of love for the man, and said softly, "It's not hard."

The man and the woman held each other for a long time before they took the little boy to sit down and eat.

The little boy has always been quiet, and he does what his parents say, and he is extraordinarily obedient and well-behaved.

Wen Chi had nowhere to go, so he could only stay around the family of three.

He tried many times, no matter how much he yelled, the couple couldn't hear him, and he couldn't touch them, his outstretched hand would pass through their bodies.

Slowly, an idea emerged in Wen Chi's mind—he suspected that he was dead, and now he was just a lonely ghost.

This thought made him feel scared, and he leaned closer to the little boy subconsciously. He tentatively stretched out his hand, trying to put his hand on the little boy's shoulder.

It's a pity that his hand still went through the little boy's body.

However, the little boy who was eating noticed his movement, and turned his shoulder forward in disgust—but he didn't dodge it.

Wen Chi: "..."

The little boy didn't seem to see Wen Chi's angry gaze, and scooped up the soup with a spoon and put it into his mouth without changing his expression.

"What are you hiding?" Wen Chi muttered dissatisfiedly, "I just touched you, and I don't like you."

The little boy didn't even give Wen Chi any out of the corner of his eye, and continued to drink the soup.

Wen Chi puffed up his cheeks and was angry for a while, seeing that the little boy kept ignoring him, he suddenly felt bored.

"Child, it seems that only you can see me." Wen Chi leaned closer and said with a sigh, "Why can't your parents see me? Could it be that I have really become a ghost?"

The little boy lowered his eyes, completely blocking Wen Chi's movements.

Wen Chi knew that the little boy could not behave strangely in front of his parents, so he stopped pestering the little boy and talking to him like before. At least the fact that there are still little boys seeing him made him feel very comforted, and the fear in his heart eased a lot .

He sat on the vacant seat beside the little boy, propped his chin with his hands, and said to himself while watching the little boy eating: "Why am I here? It seems that I was here as soon as I opened my eyes. Is there someone?" Who threw me here? Even a lonely ghost should have some memory."

As he spoke, he patted his head depressedly, "Hey, my head really doesn't remember anything."

Then, he became curious again: "What's your name? I heard they called you Xiaoye just now."

Hearing this, the little boy's hand holding the spoon tightened suddenly.

"Your name is really Xiao Ye?" Wen Chi was still talking to himself, "But there are many characters for Ye, which Ye are you?"

Before Wen Chi finished speaking, the little boy suddenly put down the spoon and stood up abruptly.

The talking men and women stopped and turned to look at the little boy in doubt.

The little boy whispered: "I'm full."

After speaking, he ran away.

Seeing this, Wen Chi quickly followed.

The little boy ran straight out of the house and turned to a small house on the right. He quickly opened the door, glanced at Wen Chi who was running towards him with a cold expression, and made a bang before Wen Chi arrived. Close the door.

Wen Chi, who was caught off guard and slammed the door shut: "..."

Wen Chi was so angry that he wanted to slap the door panel twice, but unexpectedly his hand passed through the door panel.

He was immediately astonished and didn't know what was going on, so he instinctively stretched out his other hand, and as a result, both hands passed through the door panel together.

Soon, Wen Chi passed through the door panel. He looked down at his hands, and when he looked up, he saw the little boy standing straight in front of the window, looking at him expressionlessly.

Wen Chi looked at the little boy's deflated look, and laughed mercilessly: "Hahahahahaha, look, I know how to pass through doors, and closing the door is useless to me hahahahahaha..."

Perhaps Wen Chi laughed too wantonly, the little boy's complexion became darker and darker, his beautiful phoenix eyes were full of mischief, this kind of him was completely different from the obedient and well-behaved him just now.

Watched by the gloomy eyes of the little boy, Wen Chi smiled and couldn't make a sound - he was cowardly.

But then he realized that he was already in the state of a lonely ghost, and even if the little boy had all-powerful abilities, he couldn't hurt him in the slightest, so he regained his courage and put his hands on his hips.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a handsome ghost?"

The little boy stared at Wen Chi for a while, then suddenly said in a deep voice, "Are you a ghost?"

Wen Chi scratched his chin, feeling a little confused: "I don't know if I am a human or a ghost. I wake up like this, but if you are the only one who can see me, I should be a ghost."

The little boy looked like he had nothing to do with himself, and he was a little impatient: "If you are a ghost, hurry up and reincarnate, and don't hang around in my house."

Wen Chi was upset by the words: "Let's not talk about whether I am a ghost, if I am really a ghost, I have to know where to reincarnate, right? Do you know where to reincarnate?"

The little boy frowned: "How do I know?"

Wen Chi learned to frown: "I don't know either."

"..." The little boy was silent for a moment, and asked, "Do you have no memory at all?"

Wen Chi shook his head.

The little boy pulled one corner of his mouth, and squeezed out a cold "heh" from his throat.

Wen Chi: "?"

The little boy said: "I think you were killed by stupidity in your lifetime."

Wen Chi: "..."

Depend on!

Can this little kid talk?Why does he either pretend to be deaf and dumb and keep silent, or he can choke to death by opening his mouth.

I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad!

Wen Chi was so angry that his face turned blue, and he chattered angrily at the little boy.

It's a pity that the little boy has already cultivated the ability to treat him as nothing in this short half hour. No matter how he shouts, he doesn't even lift his eyelids, and concentrates on sitting in front of the desk and practicing calligraphy.

In the end, Wen Chi stopped talking when he was tired. Fortunately, he didn't need to drink water to eat in this state.

Wen Chi walked around the room twice, looked around, and then stopped in front of the desk.

He lay down on the desk, wanting to see what the little boy was writing, but the characters written by the little boy were too remote, and he couldn't recognize the characters after a long time.

"What are you writing?" Wen Chi pointed to one of the characters curiously, "What character is this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the little boy say impatiently: "Take your hands away."

"..."

Wen Chi put a cold face on his butt, regretting it so much, he secretly scolded himself for being really stupid, knowing that this little brat has a bad temper, he took the initiative to come up to him.

But if he doesn't come up, there is no other place to go. At present, only the little boy can see him and hear his voice.

Thinking of this, Wen Chi felt relieved a lot. He lay quietly on the desk, originally he was watching the little boy practice calligraphy, but he didn't know that his eyes drifted to the little boy's face involuntarily.

I have to admit that this little boy is really good-looking, with a nose and eyes, but his face is a bit smelly, but this should not affect him becoming a handsome guy who fascinates thousands of girls when he grows up.

Wen Chi was fascinated, and by the time he realized it, the little boy had already put down the brush.

Wen Chi bounced up immediately: "Where are you going?"

The little boy ignored him, changed his clothes, and walked out of the house.

Wen Chi followed all the way, and found the little boy came to the backyard of the house.

The backyard is very big, and there are all kinds of herbs drying on the shelves and on the ground. Two maidservants were collecting herbs in bamboo baskets. When they saw the little boy, they called out to the young master.

The little boy nodded to them, and collected herbs with them.

Wen Chi walked up to the two maids on purpose and swayed. The two maids were busy with their work and walked right past him.

Looking at the busy figures of the two servant girls, Wen Chi felt a little lost.

Wen Chi stayed here for more than ten days, and got a general understanding of the family's situation. In short, it was a family of three plus two maids who helped the hostess make herbal medicine. Of course, the little boy would also help from time to time.

Oh, by the way, the little boy's name is Shi Ye.

Shi Ye refused to tell Wen Chi his name no matter what he said, Wen Chi found this name only after flipping through Shi Ye's book with his own efforts—it was strange to say that Wen Chi sometimes encountered real objects, just to maintain The time is relatively short.

In order to test how to touch the real object, Wen Chi often touched here and there, and when he saw Shi Ye, he couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.

At first Shi Ye was disgusted with Wen Chi's behavior of patting him on the shoulder, but later he seemed to know that Wen Chi would never succeed, so he became numb.

Wenchi was very boring.

He has accepted the fact that he is a lonely ghost. He still has no memory and can't find a place to reincarnate. No one can see him except Shi Ye, so he can only focus his life on time. on Ye.

Shi Ye practiced calligraphy while he watched from the side.

Shi Ye collected the herbs, and he watched from the side.

When Shi Ye was sleeping, he was still watching.

Sometimes when he gets tired of watching, he hides in the room in a daze, thinking about something. Lonely ghosts will not be tired or hungry. When bored to the extreme, he will envy Shi Ye who can sleep well when he is tired. To pass the time.

That evening, Shi Ye went to have dinner, Wen Chi didn't want to stand by and watch Liu Ha Lazi, so he chose to wait in the room for Shi Ye to come back.

He was lying on Shi Ye's bed for an unknown how long, when he suddenly heard a creak in the quiet air.

The door was opened.

"Child!" Wen Chi ran over happily, "You're back."

Shi Ye walked in from the door. He was only seven or eight years old, not tall, and his head only reached Wen Chi's chest.

But Wen Chi still noticed the abnormal flush spreading on Shi Ye's cheeks. He froze for a moment, then bent over and approached: "Child, what's wrong with you? Your face is so red."

Shi Ye looked mentally weak, with a weary expression, as if he was very uncomfortable. He turned his head to avoid Wen Chi's gaze, and said in a cold tone, "Have you left yet?"

Wen Chi asked strangely, "Where am I going?"

Shi Ye glanced at him, then walked around him and walked in: "Didn't you say you were going to visit other places?"