monopolize her

Wen Yuran froze for a moment.

Are you kidding me?

The little girl is a ghost, how could she bring it home?

"She's rather introverted, so I'll seek her opinion first." Wen Yuran replied calmly.

Of course, Ye Qinmian could hear the polite refusal in her daughter's words, and quickly said: "Then you give me her contact information, and I will contact her."

Unknowingly, Wen Yuran frowned again.

"Okay." Wen Yuran was silent for a moment, and finally agreed.

The little girl has so many tricks, and her lies are smoother than her own, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Seeing that Wen Yuran agreed, Ye Qinmian kept thinking about it, and didn't say much for the rest of the meal.

As soon as the meal was over, Ye Qinmian sat over with her mobile phone and asked Wen Yuran for the little girl's WeChat ID.

"What's the name of that college student?"

"Ning'an." Wen Yuran replied.

"Tsk," Ye Qinmian clicked on the little girl's business card and exclaimed, "This WeChat name is well chosen, naw, Ning Aiwen?"

Wen Yuran replied vaguely, his face was a little hot.

Why did Ye Qinmian see something wrong with this WeChat name at a glance, but she couldn't see it at the beginning?

Later, Ye Qinmian pulled her back and asked a lot of questions intermittently. He was asking about this female college student who appeared out of nowhere.

Wen Yuran said what he could say, and fooled what he couldn't say, and didn't stop until the sun went down.

In the evening, Wen Yuran came home and wanted to discuss this matter with the little girl.

But when she opened the door, she found that the lights in the house were all off, and she didn't see the little girl.

She called the little girl.

"Hello, where are you?" Wen Yuran asked directly when the phone was connected.

"I didn't take some important things in the house I rented, so I need to go back and get them." Ning An's sweet voice came from the receiver, nothing unusual, and Wen Yuran felt relieved.

"When are you coming back?"

"Wait for me in half an hour." The little girl spoke sweetly, making Wen Yuran's heart numb.

Wen Yuran swallowed, changed his posture a little irritably, and then changed the subject: "My mother may contact you via WeChat later, and wants to see you, you can read the reply."

"I know, I've already promised her." Ning An's voice carried a smile.

Wen Yuran was stunned.

Her original intention was to let the little girl prepare how to refuse, but she didn't expect the little girl to agree.

The little girl is a ghost, what if she is discovered?

Wen Yuran can accept it, but what about others?Bao Buqi will call someone like Master Huang to drive away ghosts.

"What did you promise to do?" Wen Yuran asked.

There was a moment of silence over the receiver.

"...I thought we were together." The little girl spoke very softly, so lightly that it fell like a feather, delicate and fragile.

The little girl paused for a moment, then continued to speak softly: "We are together, why can't we go see your mother?"

why?

Because the little girl is a ghost.

The words of rebuttal came to his lips, and he almost said it, but Wen Yuran swallowed it back abruptly at the last second.

That's it.

If he hadn't been in a car accident, Wen Yuran wouldn't have been able to find out, let alone just meeting him, it shouldn't be a problem.

Yes, yes.

Half an hour later, the little girl came home and brought some daily necessities in her hand.

The meaning is obvious - to live in Wen Yuran's house permanently.

Wen Yuran lowered the corner of his mouth.

It's just that there is still a worry in my heart-the little girl is a ghost, is she really all right?

In the evening, Wen Yuran had taken a bath, but the little girl made her sweat all over again. She had no choice but to support her weak body to take another bath.

When I am tired, I fall asleep quickly.

After she touched the pillow, she fell asleep in a daze. There was a vague idea spinning in her subconscious, and she slowly turned into a dream.

Wen Yuran had a dream.

Not a good dream.

In the dream, she and the little girl were kissing in the sun, and the sun shining on the little girl's fair skin was as beautiful as an illusion.

Lip points.

The little girl let go of her hand and said sweetly, "Goodbye."

"See you again?"

The little girl smiled, showing a dimple on her left cheek: "My wish has been fulfilled, it's time to reincarnate."

After speaking, the little girl's body became weaker and weaker, and gradually disappeared.

Wen Yuran yelled in that direction, but no matter how she yelled, she could only hear her own echo, and the world was left with a vast expanse of whiteness, and she stood there alone.

A person.

The little girl is gone.

Wen Yuran continued to shout, shouting hoarsely, his voice was hoarse, and his blood dried up, but he couldn't find the little girl no matter what, and finally passed out.

Wen Yuran opened her eyes in panic, only to find that the little girl was still lying beside her.She was lying on the bed, surrounded by familiar curtains, walls and wardrobes. It was just a dream just now, and fortunately it was just a dream.

The little girl turned her head and asked her, "What's the matter? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yes." Her voice trembled.

"Don't be afraid." The little girl's voice was erratic.

Wen Yuran nodded, her heart was beating fast, she instinctively grabbed the little girl's hand: "You won't leave me, will you?"

The little girl fell into a deathly silence.

The silence terrified her.

"You won't leave." Wen Yuran firmly grabbed the little girl's hand, asking for proof.

The little girl was silent for a few more seconds, and then opened her fingers one by one: "Do you want to look in the mirror?"

Wen Yuran shook his head desperately: "Why do you need to look in the mirror..."

The little girl didn't answer, but handed Wen Yuran a mirror directly.

Wen Yuran had a premonition of something, trembling hands, and slowly moved the mirror in front of him little by little—only his gray hair and wrinkles on his face were reflected in the mirror, every strand of hair and every inch of skin reflected aging .

She let go of her hand in fright, looked up, and saw the little girl's watery face.

"You've been growing old, but I'm a ghost. I can't grow old with you. What should I do..." The little girl's sweet voice penetrated into her ear canal, as if talking about a certain fate.

In the next second, Wen Yuran woke up with a start.

There was cold sweat dripping down his back.

She pinched herself and it hurt a little.This time I really woke up.

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