Small saccharin

In the evening, Mr. Li Gui seriously mentioned that he wanted to kill Shen Yunqi, and he disappeared in the middle of the night. Coupled with the testimony of the housekeeper, this adjective is almost inseparable once it is uttered.

After all, Shen Yunqi didn't know the exact age and clothes of Mr. Li Gui, but he just heard from Zhuang Jiuxi that they looked exactly alike.

The more you think about it, the more subtle Zhuang Jiuxi becomes.

He couldn't help touching his nose, what kind of thing is this, Brother Gui ran out to kill himself at night in order to avenge him?

Dr. Li came in with a first aid kit, "Sir, I need medicine."

Zhuang Jiuxi's gaze then fell on the wound on Shen Yunqi's neck, he laughed dryly, and asked concerned: "Does it hurt? Is it serious? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"Fortunately, I was almost strangled to death."

Shen Yunqi waved his hand to reject Dr. Li's approach. He lazily tore off his collar, revealing a large area of ​​his neck and collarbone. The blue and purple bruises formed a circle. He generously matched Zhuang Jiuxi's gaze, hoarse said in a low voice:

"You can take a closer look to see if I'm framing you."

Zhuang Jiu analyzed: "..."

He looked away guiltily, then quickly took the first-aid kit from Dr. Li, ran up to the man, took out the disinfectant and bandages, and said with a dry smile, "Come on, I'll give you the medicine, it's all right." It's okay, it's not a big problem, it will be fine in a few days after it's bandaged!"

He said, picking up the disinfectant spray.

Doctor Li on the side hurriedly stopped him: "Mr. Zhuang, just pass the medicine to Mr. Shen to beat him up. His neck is not allowed to be touched."

Zhuang Jiuxi subconsciously pushed it out, sprayed it on the man's neck, and then let out a bewildered "ah", subconsciously took two steps back, and blurted out an explanation: "I didn't mean it!"

He couldn't back out, and the man had already grabbed his wrist. Shen Yunqi looked sick, but when he stretched out his hand, his movements were forceful, and he directly pulled him over.

Zhuang Jiuxi only felt his body shake, then fell to the ground and fell into the arms of the man.

Shen Yunxi held his wrist, pressed it on his neck in an intimate and natural way, and said lazily: "It's okay, you continue to take your medicine."

"..." Zhuang Jiuxi wanted to struggle, but when he thought that the other party's injury was caused by himself, he felt guilty. He just pulled his wrist out with a little force, and then carefully sprayed it on the man's neck twice. Down.

He raised his head and watched the mist sprinkle on the man's bruises. The icy cold touch made Shen Yunqi narrow his eyes comfortably, like a big cat that was being stroked comfortably.

Surrounded by expressions of hell.

Dr. Li stared dumbfounded at Shen Yunqi, who was full of comfort, and then looked at Secretary Zhao beside him, with a strong suspicion in his eyes.

This is their Mr. Shen?

Zhao Jin couldn't bear to look any longer, he shook his head at his colleagues, with an expression that you have to get used to, being fussed about.

Although the husband did not allow others to touch his sensitive spots in the past, but he couldn't stand it... This Xiaozhuang is not someone else!

Zhuang Jiuxi also thought it was amazing.

Looking at the man's rare expression of ease, he couldn't help asking curiously: "Why don't you let others touch your neck, is it sensitive there?"

Shen Yunxi leaned on the sofa, enjoying his service comfortably, raised his eyelids slightly, and said slowly: "It's not sensitive, it's just that someone strangled the neck when I was young, you can understand it as a kind of psychological shadow."

what……

Zhuang Jiuxi couldn't help being gentler in his actions. He thought to himself, so Shen Yunqi, who is not a man, will be criticized when he is weak, and will he be hurt so that he will leave a psychological shadow?

Will you... tell him your most vulnerable place so casually?

As he was thinking this way, he suddenly heard a man's faint voice above his head: "I didn't expect that one day I would be pinched by your ghost brother again. It really magnifies the psychological shadow infinitely."

Knowing that the other party was trying to sell miserably on purpose, Zhuang Jiuxi still felt guilty and didn't turn back. He pretended not to understand, and changed the subject nonchalantly: "It's already bandaged, can you see if you feel uncomfortable?"

"It's very comfortable, but I have to trouble you for help in the next few days."

Seeing that he didn't take the bait, Shen Yunqi was not in a hurry, and continued to take a step closer quietly.

"Then ask brother Zhao to come pick me up tomorrow," Zhuang Jiuxi said angrily, "I'll definitely give you medicine every day until the bruises go away."

"Wouldn't it be better if you just stayed here?"

"That won't work!" Zhuang Jiuxi immediately refused.

Shen Yunqi said quietly: "Then if he didn't kill me, what if he came to attack me tomorrow night?"

"..."

Zhuang Jiuxi had blue veins popping out of his forehead. He sat on the ground, shook his head and looked at Shen Yunqi's pretentious posture, and said angrily: "Mr. Shen, there is a truth that I think I must tell you!"

Besides, this man will continue to push forward!

He said frantically: "Actually, you and my ghost brother are the same person. Every night after you fall asleep, you will turn into a ghost and appear in the manor. The next day, ghost brother loses consciousness, but you will wake up as usual!

But if Brother Gui is injured at night, you will also feel it here, so I speculate that it is because I have a good relationship with Brother Gui that it affects your sense of me, making you think that you feel that way to me! "

Zhuang Jiuxi summed it up, and said to him impassionedly: "So Shen Yunqi, you are not love for me, but just a touching friendship. We are relatives!"

"..."

"..."

"........."

After he finished speaking, the scene fell into dead silence for a while.

Zhuang Jiuxi looked at the expressionless Shen Yunqi, and looked around to see everyone's dumbfounded expressions. He immediately enjoyed the explosive feeling of throwing the bomb.

"I know, this matter may be difficult for you to accept for a while, you can digest it slowly."

Shen Yunqi's purple eyes flickered slightly, he stared at him with an unpredictable look, and suddenly said: "I underestimated you, Zhuang Jiuxi."

"What?" The latter froze for a moment.

Shen Yunqi chuckled, and said meaningfully: "You were really taken away by Yuan Baixing."

What do you mean?

Zhuang Jiuxi's face was full of bewilderment, looking at his subtle expression, and looking at everyone else, they were also full of strange faces, not as if he was shocked by the news, but as if he had other thoughts.

Zhao Jin received his help-seeking gaze, sighed, and said, "Xiao Zhuang, how can you deceive your husband with such rhetoric, just so that one person and one ghost can have both, and enjoy the blessings of everyone?"

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Unexpectedly, not only did no one believe his words, but everyone also tacitly believed that he wanted both.

Zhuang Jiuxi was furious: "Believe it or not, anyway, I've said everything I need to say. If you don't believe me, just keep fighting. How powerful you are at killing yourself. I'll see when you kill yourself!"

As he said, he was about to get up and leave angrily.

Shen Yunqi stretched out his big hand and pulled him back directly.

Zhuang Jiu analyzed madly: "Lao bastard, let me go!"

This nickname can be described as extraordinarily loud and clear, as if it wanted to break through the clouds.

The momentum is full, but the movement is a little weak, because that shameless old bastard is pressing on him, Zhuang Jiuxi can even feel the man's low laughter right next to his ears.

He was completely overjoyed, and said in a hoarse voice slowly: "Don't worry, don't worry, you said we are one person, you have to show evidence to convince me if you are, and you will leave when you get angry. How can you win people's trust? ?”

"How does this win the letter?"

Zhuang Jiuxi was still angry, perhaps because he knew that he was Mr. Li Gui, so he didn't reject him and pushed him away directly, and even enjoyed the feeling of being coaxed by the other party.

He tilted his head, stared at the man beside him, and said angrily: "You two don't understand the darkness of night during the day, and you are clearly alone, and I can't let you meet!"

Shen Yunqi waved the others back, and the living room soon became their two-person world. The man showed a cooperative expression of attention, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Then tell me, how did you find out?"

Zhuang Jiuxi hurriedly explained the whole ins and outs to him.

While listening, the man stretched out his hand to touch his head, and the soft broken hair ran across his fingertips, which tickled his heart.

"Shen Yunqi, why are you in a daze!"

"Huh?" The man chuckled, pressed his ear intimately, and whispered in a low voice: "I was thinking, why haven't your fox ears popped out, and you haven't been allergic to it for the first time being so close , I am a little flattered."

Zhuang Jiuxi glared at him.

"Well, what I mean is, is it because you think we are one person that you indulge my closeness so much? From this point alone, the credibility of your argument has increased a lot."

"Really?"

"of course."

Shen Yunxi sniffed his breath, said with a chuckle, "However, I still need some evidence to verify your guess, so I need your cooperation."

The teenager's mood eased slightly.

"How do you want me to cooperate...cooperate...!!!" There was a numb tingling pain from his neck, as if being maliciously sucked, bit and gnawed, his body softened, and his whole body felt a sense of being trapped. The illusion of electricity.

Zhuang Jiuxi's eyes widened, and he grabbed the man's shoulder subconsciously.

Their movements are extremely intimate.

The man's aggressive breath completely enveloped him in it.

The next moment, Zhuang Jiuxi finally came back to his senses. He didn't know where the strength came from, and he pushed Shen Yunqi away, then stood up scrambling, and looked at him like hell.

"Are you kidding me?" He gritted his teeth and said, "You never believed me, you just tricked me into letting my guard down!"

Shen Yunqi was caught off guard by him and fell out, and his body hit the edge of the sofa, the sound was loud, his eyes went dark from the pain, and there were even little stars turning around.

The man was puzzled at all, he sat down, wiped off the water stains on his lips, with a helpless smile on his pale face, "How could it be unbelief, isn't this to test my guess?"

He winked at Zhuang Jiuxi slyly, and said softly, "I want to know, if that ghost is indeed me, how would he react when he sees the hickey on your neck?"

Shen Yunqi was simply wicked to the extreme.

It was clearly because after being attacked by a ghost, he wanted to take revenge in this way, provoke the other party by the way, and declare his sovereignty.

Zhuang Jiuxi raised a middle finger at him, "You wait to die!"

After speaking, he was furious, turned his head and slammed the door and left.

"Bam—!"

The door closed, Shen Yunqi looked at his disappearing back, and the smile on his face gradually faded until it disappeared completely.

He rubbed the Buddhist beads on his wrist expressionlessly, and repeatedly flashed in his mind the unconscious act of Zhuang Jiuxi acting like a baby in front of him. It was not to him, but he mistakenly thought that he was the ghost.

The man's face darkened completely.

jingle--

The Buddha strings scattered and splashed on the ground, making a mess everywhere.

The man stood up and walked to a mirror. He slowly untied the gauze on his neck, looked at the bruises in the mirror, then stretched out his hand to grab his own neck, tightening it little by little.

The feeling of suffocation made his face paler.

Shen Yunqi stared at himself in the mirror, his purple pupils exuded a faint dark light, and he raised the corners of his lips on the verge of suffocation, showing a distorted smile.

That ghost is good at deceiving people's hearts, and it will give Zhuang Jiuxi the illusion that they are the same person. Is it to pave the way in advance so that he can occupy his body and live together with Zhuang Jiuxi in the future?

It's really fun.

Let's see what he does next.

Shen Yunqi let go of the hand on his throat, looked at the more terrifying scars, without blinking his eyelids, he wrapped the bandage gracefully, and calmly waited for the medicine tomorrow.

Zhuang Jiuxi takes the soft but not the hard, and his brain circuit is very strange. If he wants to keep people around, it is always inevitable to use some bitter tricks.

When Zhuang Jiuxi went back, he was extremely excited.

Then the netizens in the live broadcast room were horrified to find that the anchor who usually live broadcasts to read books and check information, or draw pictures, has come out of the world again today!

He's frying pan... oh no, that's called rice.

In short, the pot is still alive, but the appearance of the food is more terrifying than the other.

[Forget it, Zhuang, you don't have the talent to cook. 】

【It's been a long time since he cooked live, did he accept some cooking-related advertisement, suddenly embarrassing himself? 】

【Scary...】

"No flyer,"

Zhuang Jiuxi smiled at the camera, took out the cooked noodles, took out a bottle of Sprite from the refrigerator, put it on the cutting board, and said softly, "Let's make Sprite noodles today."

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Stupid thing? ? ? ?

Are they hallucinating, or how did they hear such a strange name!

Then everyone was horrified to find that anchor Zhuang seemed to be going farther and farther on the road of dark cooking, and never looked back, going forward relentlessly.

Put the cooked noodles aside, then took out a bowl, mixed the onion, ginger, salt, garlic, and soy sauce together, and finally Zhuang Jiuxi unscrewed the cap of the Sprite bottle, and poured half a bottle into it vigorously.

Ton ton ton ton ton ton——!

Sprite was stirred in, and then the noodles were stirred in, and as expected... the scene was extremely tragic.

Zhuang Jiuxi fell into deep thought.

"If it's served like this, he won't eat it. It's better to make it look better."

Netizen: ? ? ?

[What the hell, Zhuang, tell me clearly, who did you cook this dark food for, so passionate! 】

[Damn it, I figured it out. When he cooks, he intends to let himself go. He didn't intend to make delicious food from the beginning. He wants to use it to poison people...]

"Poison ghost."

Zhuang Jiuxi said coldly, took a look at the dark sky outside, said hello, and went straight to the broadcast.

Then continue to meditate.

"How on earth can you make dark dishes look good and make people hard to guard against?"