The god is an exorcist

"You know what to eat when you eat and eat! You are a disaster star! You killed your parents, your grandma and my eldest sister's family!"

The drunken Qian Dabai spread out on the leather sofa, his mouth was full of alcohol, his face was red and his neck was thick, and he yelled at Fang Yunning who was holding a bowl of cold rice: "When your family was rich, the whole family would look at me with their nostrils, now I don't care about the past." Come to take care of you, you should be grateful! Now who else dares to want you except me! Don't fuck up, go and wash the clothes for me!"

The thin Fang Yuning stood in the corner, with red eyes and white lips, shrinking back in fear, trembling fingertips holding the bowl, just slightly raised her eyes to look at Qian Dabai, and the other party's anger doubled in an instant.

He casually picked up the wine bottle on the coffee table and threw it at Fang Yuning: "How dare you fucking stare at me!"

The wine bottle hit Fang Yunning's leg firmly, causing her to stagger, and then there was a crisp sound when it fell to the ground, and the broken glass splashed around made several bloody cuts on Fang Yunning's bare feet.

"Hmm..." Fang Yuning grunted in pain, but immediately bit her lip again. She glanced at Qian Dabai uneasily from the corner of her eye, and as expected, she saw that fat, greasy middle-aged man crawling off the sofa cursing. Get up and walk towards yourself.

"It's really against you. How dare you be dissatisfied when I teach you a lesson!" Qian Dabai walked towards Fang Yunning, who was cowering like a frightened rabbit, kicked him down, and then hit the emaciated Fang Yuning like a storm with heavy fists and feet. on the girl.

"Uncle, uncle, please don't hit me. I made a mistake and I know I was wrong. I won't dare anymore..." Fang Yuning tried her best to pull herself up, protecting her fragile head and abdomen, crying and begging for mercy.

I don't know how long it took, probably because he was tired from beating, Qian Dabai stopped his movements, kicked Fang Yuning for the last time, then raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, pointed at the mess on the floor and said fiercely: "Give me the Sweep up the broken glass and go to do the laundry!"

Fang Yuning struggled to get up, wiped away her tears, nodded submissively, ignoring the pain all over her body, and limped into the kitchen to get a broom and dustpan.

"Catastrophe!" Qian Dabai spat. His body, which had been eroded by alcohol for a long time, would feel exhausted after a few movements. He moved back to the sofa and lay down, and began to close his eyes and rest his mind.

……

In the early morning of autumn, the sun is warm, the breeze is blowing, the temperature is suitable, and it is quiet and peaceful.

Bian Chanyu, head teacher of Class [-] of Huashi Senior High School, is doing a routine roll call before morning reading.

"Fang Yuning." There was no response, she repeated again: "Fang Yuning?"

"Teacher, Fang Yuning didn't come today." A student reported below.

Missed class again?Bian Chanyu frowned. It's only been a week since school started, and this child has been absent from school for two days. If she doesn't come today, she should go to her house after school to see what's going on.

Back in the office, Bian Chanyu found out Fang Yuning's admission information, and the column for the guardian was impressively written as uncle.

"Did both parents die unexpectedly..." She muttered to herself, tapped the table with her fingertips, and continued to read...

After school, Bian Chanyu came to Fang Yuning's house according to the address on the information. This is a community with a good location and environment. It seems that her family should have been quite wealthy when her parents were still alive.

Fang Yuning, who thought her uncle had come back, opened the door quickly after hearing the doorbell, but saw Bian Chanyu standing at the door with a look of astonishment on her face: "Bian, Mr. Bian, why are you here?"

"If you don't miss class, I won't come." Bian Chanyu was a little angry, but when she saw the swollen corners of the thin girl's mouth in front of her, she instantly forgot the main purpose of coming here, and she stared at Fang Yunning's face , asked in surprise: "What happened to your face?"

Fang Yuning quickly lowered her head, and said quickly: "It's nothing, I accidentally bumped into it. I will go to school tomorrow, and I will accept whether I have to write a review or be punished for my absenteeism." He was about to close the door.

Bian Chanyu grabbed her arm quickly, but she heard Fang Yunning cry out in pain, and she immediately let go of her hand in fright, but the next second she squeezed into the door, grabbed Fang Yuning's hand, rolled up her sleeves, and looked Everywhere is a bruise.

"What's the matter with your arm?" Bian Chanyu gasped, looked down and saw her feet that were scratched by broken glass yesterday, and she immediately understood.

"Did your uncle abuse you?" Bian Chanyu asked.

"No, no." Fang Yuning quickly withdrew her hand, "I was not careful."

Bian Chanyu frowned, the child in front of her was lying, how could these bruises be made by herself.

She also had a child once, but an accident took the lives of her child and her husband. If her child can grow up safely, it will be the age of high school now. The motherhood of internal recovery and the responsibility of a teacher make her Pulling Fang Yunning again: "Go, go to the hospital."

As soon as she heard the word hospital, Fang Yuning immediately struggled in repulsion: "I won't go to the hospital!"

"You're so injured, why don't you go to the hospital for an examination." After all, she is a 16-year-old girl. Although she is thin, she has a lot of strength when struggling, which makes her pull a little hard.

"I said I'm fine, I won't go to the hospital!" Fang Yuning refused, feeling more and more excited.

"If you don't go to the hospital with me now, I'll wait at your house until your uncle comes back and let him take you there with me." Bian Chanyu let go of her and said with a straight face.

Hearing that Bian Chanyu moved out her uncle, Fang Yuning's body froze, and her tone of voice was crying: "I'll go with you, Teacher Bian, please don't tell my uncle."

Bian Chanyu nodded, and took Fang Yuning into a taxi after leaving the community, and went straight to the hospital.

……

Yuan Ziyu was walking in front of the hospital with Xiao Sao at the moment. Today, he received a small commission, which happened to be near the hospital where Yan Heng lived. After finishing the processing, he realized that it was still early, so Xiao Sao proposed to stop by to see him.

At this moment, a taxi stopped in front of them, and a tall, thin middle-aged woman and a hunched girl who looked very inferior and nervous got out of the car.

When they passed by, both of them felt a strong resentment at the same time.

Little Sao tugged at his sleeve: "Sir, that girl..."

Yuan Ziyu patted his hand, then walked in front of Bian Chanyu, glanced at Fang Yunning who was following her, the girl's back immediately felt a sting like being stung by a poisonous scorpion, and she subconsciously moved towards Bian Chanyu. Yu shrank back to avoid his sight.

Yuan Ziyu didn't chase after her, he looked away, and handed Bian Chanyu a business card of the firm: "I'm an exorcist, if you encounter any supernatural events recently, please contact me."

Looking at the handsome young man in front of him, Bian Chanyu always felt that this situation was like a clumsy fraud scene.

Although I want to say that I don't believe in these gods and ghosts, but the young man seems to have an aura that she can't refuse, especially when his seductive phoenix eyes fell on her, her heart suddenly tightened , as if suddenly hit hard by something.

She hesitated to look at the words "Ziyu Office" written in bronzing letters on the pure white background of the business card and a string of addresses and phone numbers underneath, and finally took the business card.

Yuan Ziyu watched her put the business card into the bag, and then watched with satisfaction as their backs hurriedly disappeared into the gate of the hospital clinic.

……

"Stupid Yan Heng, I brought my husband to see you." Xiao Sao poked his head out in front of Yan Heng's luxurious VIP ward.

Yan Heng, who was still debating whether to call the male god just now, immediately regained his spirits, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears with joy before he saw anyone.

He signaled the escort on the side to go out first, then turned over and sat up on the bed, looked at Yuan Ziyu who was walking towards him with a smirk and said: "I was thinking of you just now and you came here, you really have a good understanding."

"I happen to have a commission nearby, so I'll stop by to see you when it's over." Yuan Ziyu sat down beside him: "How is it? Can't you be discharged from the hospital yet?"

Yan Heng stretched his arms and legs and said, "It's basically fine, but I'm still a little tired and I always want to sleep. I even said that I don't need to be hospitalized, but my parents are really worried and insist on letting me stay until I fully recover."

"Well, it looks much better, but it's good to take care of it." Although his cheeks are still a little sunken, his complexion is not so pale at all. For a person who has been sucked a lot of energy , Yan Heng's recovery speed is indeed astonishingly fast.

"Oh, by the way, do you still remember the "Love" I showed you on the day of the exhibition? I originally drew that painting for you, and I planned to send it to the office after the exhibition, but I didn't expect Will I pass out due to malnutrition, can I send the painting to you after I am discharged from the hospital?" For the time when he was in a coma, Yan Heng always felt quite inexplicable, although he was in poor health when he was a child and was always sick, but Since I was prone to falling into evil, my physique has suddenly improved, and I no longer even have a cold. From this point of view, it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

Although he thought in his heart that the matter this time was not as simple as malnutrition, but he was unanimous, and he had no choice but to give up even though he had doubts.

——It's just that during this period, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have a dream, a happy dream with Yuan Ziyu in it.

"En." Yuan Ziyu responded softly, and then said: "Yan Heng, can you promise me something?"

This was the first time that a male god made a request to himself, and Yan Heng immediately agreed: "Okay. I will agree to whatever you say."

"In the future, you are not allowed to draw my portrait again." Yuan Ziyu said.

"Ah?" I didn't expect him to make such a request, Yan Heng was a little confused, so: "Why? Don't you like the picture I drew for you?"

"I like it." Yuan Ziyu is not good at lying, and he doesn't know how to explain it, so he can only vaguely say: "It is precisely because I like it that I hope you will stop painting."

The male god had something to hide from him, and it had something to do with that painting and even his coma this time, but he didn't want to say it, and Yan Heng didn't want to force him.

He touched Yuan Ziyu's soft black hair, it was slightly cool and smooth, like fine silk and satin, as he had expected, it had a very good touch, and it was addictive.

"If you don't let me paint, I won't paint in the future. Don't show such a embarrassed expression."

"...Mmm." Yuan Ziyu lowered her eyes and nodded lightly as if relieved.