ghost in the book

Only then did the young man shiver from the cold, stamped his feet and shrugged his shoulders, pulled Langya and planned to run back.

The man beside him stopped, took off the scarf from his neck, and carefully wrapped it up for the young man.The car lights not far away shone on the man's handsome face, flickering on and off, which also moved the young man's heart up and down.

Langya looked at Wu Luo's pale cheeks, blank eyes and slightly parted lips, but didn't speak.After a long time, he turned around and took the young man's hand, saying, "Go back."

The young man got lazy for a while, wrapped a coat over his pajamas and went out. After walking in the snow for more than half an hour, the night wind blew up the wine and played in the snow on the road, but he went back at night. I got a fever.

Langya felt that Wu Luo was trembling beside him, so he threw off his quilt and lay down, stretched out his arms to hug the half-drowsy young man, and warmed him up with his body temperature.

As a result, someone warms up, someone gets hot...

The young man has a strong recovery ability, and the young man got up the next day as if nothing happened. Except for the stuffy nose and talking, everything else was fine.

So Wu Luo went to the living room to rush to answer the phone that rang suddenly while frightening his recovery skills, completely unable to remember what happened last night.

"Hello, this is Xiangchenxuan... What? Junior high school reunion?" The young man's hand holding the phone froze, "The fourth day of the junior high school... at the Emgrand Hotel...at eleven o'clock in the morning... Feng Yexi took over the entire hall ...Yang Jingjing said that there is an important announcement... oh oh... ah hey! Don't hang up, I haven't said I'm going yet!"

The person who notified him quickly hung up the phone without waiting for Wu Luo to refuse, and then dialed again, but the line was always busy.

Originally, Wu Luo was not sensitive to this kind of gathering. After so many years, who else would know whom?But they are a group of people who are afraid that no one will know that they have made a fortune, and they like to stage this so-called drama of connecting with old classmates.

It's not that Wu Luo is holding grudges or being narrow-minded. After all, he was treated like that in the past, and now thinking of meeting those people, he really can't be happy.

"What are you worried about?" Langya closed the book and looked at the young man who sighed for the fourth time.

"Student reunion... classmates from junior high school... by the way, do you already know this kind of common words like the back of your hand?" Seeing the other party nodding slightly, the young man squeezed the cup in his hand and continued, "I don't really want to go, because when I was a child and The relationship between everyone is not very good...but I always feel unwilling not to go, but I can't figure out why...Langya, tell me, what should I do?"

General Langya put down his book and looked directly into Wu Luo's eyes, "I don't like to show weakness to others, let alone I'm not weak."

Wu Luo poured the hot water in his hand down his stomach like a solution of gas, and then heaved a long sigh of relief. "Yes! Who is the young master afraid of? I just want to go!"

"When?" There was a hint of a smile in Langya's eyes.

"Three days later - I reckon those nouveau riche will definitely dress themselves up to death and let them show off. I just find warm clothes and do it, and then nest in a corner and eat well - I heard that it is among us The best classmate who is good at it pays the bill." The young man huddled on the cushion of the bay window, put the soles of his feet on the radiator, and smirked sinisterly with a nasal voice. "Dihao is near Jimu's office building. I just went to visit Aunt Xiang on the morning of the fourth day. I was dizzy and didn't want to drive. Let Jimu take me there... Ah, that's right! Sister Zhen said that she found out that there happened to be an antique that day. I have to rush over to the auction, so I can get acquainted in that circle, and it will be easier to do business in the future."

"Do you need me to pick you up?"

"Ah? How did you pick me up?" The young man was taken aback, "Emperor is quite far from our house."

53. Tucao 49: Talking about showing off...

Langya was very calm, "I have already learned how to drive."

"!"

The black-bellied general shook his head, "Your expression now seems to have seen someone praise Hao Ziyao for his knowledge and understanding."

The young man couldn't help grinning, "...Langya, you are so vicious. By the way, when did you learn it? I don't know anything about it."

"Every morning, when you are still asleep."

The young man opened his eyes wide, "No way! If I didn't know your skills, I would really think that you are bragging. But the car body is not damaged at all, which is amazing! Master! How did you do it?"

"It's nothing. I was not proficient at the beginning, so I let Hao Ziyao stand at the rear of the car. If he is about to hit the wall, at least he will be the meat pad. Don't worry." Langya said calmly. With the opponent's ghost and animal attributes, it shows another strange sexiness.

Why can't you worry about Young Master Mao...

"Then let's see when the time comes. If necessary, I'll call you. Remember to pick up the phone." Wu Luo pointed to Noah on the bedside table, then looked back at Langya, and suddenly said: "I said that since the morning I felt something was wrong when I woke up, and now I finally found out—what's the matter with your hair?"

A few months ago, the man had just traveled to this era, and the young man took him to have his hair cut.Now it is slightly longer, from Korean to Japanese.but!But Langya braided his left bang into a thin braid, and put it loosely behind his left ear.

In this way, no matter whether he is a handsome Korean boy or a handsome Japanese boy, he is no match for them all!That supposedly shocking hairstyle somehow matched Langya's unusually, the exotic beauty and man's masculinity mixed together, making people dizzy.

Fortunately, eating, living and sleeping together every day, the young man developed a strong resistance.Otherwise, the hormones that take all men and women are really unbearable.Fortunately, the guy who took the mouse medicine didn't like it, and the meatmomo had a strange taste, so the two of them were spared from the vortex of nympho.

"It's just a custom, don't mind." Langya's expression remained unchanged, and there was a gully in his chest.This braid is an extremely important symbol. He has never braided it in his lifetime, and he will never braid a second one for others.

The auspicious snow heralds a prosperous year.There is a lot of snow this year, and it is estimated that there will be a good harvest.

During the Chinese New Year, the shops are closed, and it is definitely not possible to travel far, and the car cannot be driven.So the young man and the three disciples stayed at home every day, playing Three Kingdoms, Fighting the Landlord, and sometimes went to the yard to play snowballs.

As a result, on the fourth day, the frenzied young man still hadn't recovered from his cold, and his voice still had a nasal voice that seemed to be cute.

People with severe colds like to sleep, and the night before, they played zombies with the second emperor, and they didn't sleep until three o'clock in the morning.On the morning of the fourth day of junior high school, a certain person was glued to his big carved wooden bed, turning a deaf ear to the wake-up service from the beautiful Loulan.

Knowing that there was an arrangement this morning, he even begged Langya to wake him up, but the young man was still playing tricks and not getting out of bed.Langya silently watched this guy pretending to be dead by the bed for a while, and remembered what Wu Zhen said a few days ago that this guy's weakness is his ears, twisting his ears can wake him up.

So the man with facial paralysis stretched out his hands, and grabbed the young man's ears exposed to the air vigorously. The other party grunted a few times, twisted twice in the bed, and finally refused to get up.

Langya thought for a while, leaned down, and gently blew two breaths on the young man's red, swollen and painful ears and eyes.

With a cry, Wu Luo threw away the quilt and jumped off the bed, pointing at him with tears in his eyes: "You, you bastard!"

The young man had just finished washing up when Xiang Jimu came in.

"Sit down for a while, I'll change clothes right away! Hey, tell me, what should I bring for Auntie? This is for Chinese New Year..." The young man held up his pants and jumped in front of Fa Xiao. "I remember that my aunt has always liked beautiful antiques. I happen to have a few gadgets here. Can you help me look at them?"

Xiang Jimu didn't refuse, and followed Wu Luo into the No. [-] storage room with a smile, where all the newly received things were placed.Then he touched the dagger that was sealed with "type" and said: "This is not bad, my mother is more obsessed with this type recently."

"This..." The young man was in a bit of trouble, after all, this was a very vicious thing, human blood killed Huo Aohai, no matter what he said, he couldn't put his best friend and his family in danger. "This thing is a bit special... I'm afraid it might be dangerous."

Xiang Jimu frowned, then laughed, "My mother is not a three-year-old child, so she won't be cut by this thousand-year-old knife!"

"It's not this, I mean, this thing...is not very auspicious." Xiang Jia has helped himself too much, and the kindness cannot be repaid casually, so as long as Ji Mu asks, Wu Luo never refuses.But this time, it was really different than usual, he couldn't risk his family's life. "Except for this, you can do anything!"

Xiang Jimu saw that the young man was talking about this point, so he stopped insisting, squinted his eyes and thought about it, and pointed to a miniature wooden cabinet engraved with a picture of the Eight Diagrams.Seeing that there was room for maneuver, Wu Luo agreed immediately.

Wu Luo sat at Xiang's house for a while, and chatted with Aunt Xiang about the daily routine.When it was almost eleven o'clock, he said goodbye to his mother, left the small wooden cabinet behind, and left with Xiang Jimu.

Zhuma dutifully put the young man at the door of the Dorsett Hotel, saw him walk in, and then started the car and drove towards his company.

Dihao Hotel is one of the largest social venues in the city. Its selling point is that it is expensive and it is a time-honored brand.It began to rise more than ten years ago, although it was only three stories high at that time-but it was also the tallest building within a radius of thirty miles.

As soon as they entered the door, the waiters on both sides were dressed in neat black suits, bowing down in unison to greet them.Although the young man's bank account is bleak, but his background is too good, he is not a local dog at heart, and he has seen big scenes before, so he just raised his eyebrows and calmly changed his mind from red to red.