Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

He wrote two more lines vigorously, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Cheng Yuzhi turned his head and said with a smile, "Yo, Mr. Gu, your complexion has improved a lot."

Gu Yan stared at him quietly, sitting on the bamboo chair beside him, fingers crossed.

Looks more energetic than before.

He slowed down his tone: "Cut A Xianjun, the script?"

Neighbors in the neighborhood have heard this script, craftsmen from afar have heard it, and even the waiter at the inn has heard him analyze the wonderful plot. It stands to reason that Cheng Yunzhi can come as soon as he opens his mouth.

But this time, facing Gu Yan's gaze, Mr. Cheng couldn't say a word.

Inexplicably guilty.

He laughed and scratched his chin: "Just write casually, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning."

As he spoke, he hid the script in his bosom without a trace.

Unexpectedly, after Gu Yan regained his spirit, abundant spiritual power also returned.

He flicked his fingers, and the small words fell out of Cheng Yunzhi's arms and flew into his hands as if he had grown legs.

Cheng Yun grabbed it subconsciously: "Wait! You're a fool!"

If you don't catch it, you won't lose if you lose.

Cheng Yunzhi withdrew his hand and sat down as if nothing had happened.

He understated: "They are all similar books. They talk about A Xianjun's great achievements, and there is nothing to look at."

So return him immediately after reading it!

The confidante who just appeared on the last two pages are not good characters!

Cheng Yuzhi was lucky, fortunately, the confidante's appearance was the last few pages, so I couldn't find it if I didn't read carefully.

The front is full of good words to intercept Ah Xianjun, no merit or demerit.

As a result, Gu Yan did not play his cards according to common sense.

He twirled the soft paper of the book, reached his goal, and accurately opened the last few pages written by Cheng Yuzhi.

Gu Yan looked pure and innocent: "Oh? A confidante?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "Ahem, ahem, small character, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning."

He paused for a while, pondered something, and said, "Jie A Xianjun has been alone for many years, everyone knows this. The ordinary Chinese book only writes those few little things, over and over again, even a three-year-old child can recite it backwards." The next chapter is popular with everyone, of course because there are enough details and the plot is exciting enough..."

Gu Yan looked at him and raised his eyebrows: "Welcome to everyone?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "Hey, it's all small things, small things. So I'm going to write a few confidantes, just a few chapters, talk about revenge, and leave a blank ending at the end, so everyone can think about it. After all, a hero must be matched with a beauty. For a 'hero' of this level, with three, four, five, six... seven confidante, isn't that too much?"

Gu Yan: "Not bad, not too much."

He looked at Cheng Yunzhi openly and aboveboard.

The young man was still wearing his snow-green robe, with a row of small golden tassels dangling around the neckline.He was dressed plainly, without any pattern, and only a pair of white shoes.

However, there are folding fans, broken jade pendants and sachets on the waist, which is really like a rich man.

It's just that none of these are as eye-catching as his amazing beauty, with a small strand of black hair hanging around his snow-white neck.

It's hard not to make people think, to reach out and stroke the lock of hair from his neck, and then touch the delicate side of his neck.

Mr. Gu withdrew his gaze and returned the script to him.

While talking, Cheng Yunzhi really got into the mood.

He was full of thoughts, and he didn't care about what to say. He took the script and just brushed a few lines. He wrote like a god, and without much effort, the red-lipped sister with provocative eyebrows and eyes appeared vividly on the paper.

Holding the notebook in his hand, he slumped back on the bamboo chair in the same contented manner, swinging his calves lazily.

Gu Yan moved the chair and sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder, less than two centimeters apart.

Ask him in a low voice: "I like it very much?" This woman who wrote it?

Cheng Yunzhi smiled and said: "Of course, creating and writing a lifelike character is something I have wanted to do since I was a child. Don't tell me, I thought of a hot ending, so that everyone loves and hates her. love to go."

After finishing speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his arms to touch the ink on the table not far away.

Before the tip of the pen reached it, the ink moved towards him automatically.

Cheng Yuzhi dipped in the water, and thanked Gu Yan unnaturally: "When I finish writing my script, I will be the first to tell you."

Seeing his shining eyes, Gu Yan suddenly said: "If you want to be hot, there is something better than a confidante."

Cheng Yuzhi: "Who?! Tell me!"

Mr. Xueyi smiled slightly: "Isn't the blue face who is evil and harmful to the country better than the red face...?"

Cheng Yunzhi was stunned, his eyes wide open.

It was night, and the streets of Chenghua were quiet.

Wang Dafugui was lying on the soft bed with his mouth wide open, with saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth.

In his dream, it was the fairy master who leaped onto the flying sword, and dimly returned to his damaged "heirloom", crying out in distress.

He turned over, stroked his belly, and came to his senses.

Thinking about the dream, it was still sad, even a little creepy.

He got out of bed shivering, going to get up at night.

Wang Dafugui didn't get his name for nothing, he was called Wang Fugui himself—a rich name given by his parents.

He still remembers that when he was young, his family was not so rich. Later, his father and mother's business became bigger, and it was only in exchange for today's good life.

He still remembers his mother holding the "family heirloom" and tremblingly saying to him: "Son, put it in the warehouse... No, it can't be done, it has to be put in the ancestral hall, it will protect our family's wealth!"

Oh yes, now this family heirloom has been suppressed in the warehouse.

Wang Fugui shivered, for fear that his old lady would crawl out of the ground and beat him.

He didn't intend to use the chamber pot, nor did he intend to wake up the servants, so he wrapped himself in a thin nightgown and went to the latrine.

When Wang Fugui was squatting in the pit, he suddenly found that there was someone squatting in the next compartment, showing some inconspicuous shadows, which made him a little displeased.

Who is this person, seeing him coming in in the middle of the night, without even saying hello? !

It's just that the current situation is really embarrassing, and it's not easy to call him out now.

Wang Dafugui was discouraged, and decided not to care about this person's crime of offending the master's family.

He lifted up his trousers, came out of the latrine, and called out to him with airs: "Hey, inside, next time you hear someone coming in, remember to say it."

Wang Fugui waited for a while, but did not hear "Master", nor did he receive any response.

He gets angry immediately!

Why doesn't this person have eyes and ears, how can there be a servant who doesn't even listen to others!

Tomorrow, I will ask the person in charge to drive the man out of the palace, lest one day I don't have eyes and bump into the nobleman.

He thought he had the best temper among the rich and noble, so he yelled again patiently.

Quietly, even the air stopped flowing.

Wang Fugui rushed in cursing again and knocked on the door vigorously.

"Hey! I'm calling you! Do you understand the rules? You..." His words came to an abrupt end as the door quietly opened.

What he was wearing was indeed the clothes of the servants of the palace, with patterns of the palace embroidered on the corners.

There was blood, and there was also a strong fermenting smell of excrement waste.

The door was completely open, and he squatted on the pit, already turned into a white-faced skeleton with cracked teeth.

His eyes were dull, staring straight at Wang Fugui who was close at hand.

"what--"

The entire palace was awakened, and the sleeping guard rushed over, shouting, "Master! How are you doing, Master!"

Wang Fugui screamed: "Ghost!!!"

In the inn, Cheng Yunzhi took his fan and waited casually for the medicine to be cooked.

Although Gu Yan has recovered a lot, the medicine still needs to be taken, and the money cannot be paid for nothing.

After simmering for a couple of times, he fanned it with a fan, almost dozing off lazily.

Xiao Er came in from the door, seeing the customer making medicine by himself, his eyes lit up.

He rubbed the table slowly, moved to Cheng Yunzhi's side, and said in a casual chat: "Guest officer, do you know that Wang Dafugui's house on East Street is haunted."

Cheng Yunzhi yawned, he wrote all the way to the top of his script yesterday and didn't fall asleep until midnight.

The young man said tiredly: "Didn't the ghosts in his house have just been solved by the immortal master?"

Probably because of sleepiness, the voice can be pulled out like silk.

"Damn, yes, but it's haunted again! This time, it's human life, it's terrible!"

Cheng Yuzhi became a little interested: "Would you like to talk about the details?"

He went upstairs with a belly full of gossip, and he pushed open the door with the dark medicine in his hand.

Mr. Xueyi's clothes were neatly folded, his long hair was not tied up, and he walked out of the bed straightly along his back. When he heard Cheng Yunzhi's footsteps, his expression was light.

Cheng Yuzhi closed the door, and said casually: "The story sounds good, the medicine may be a bit cold, you can warm it up with a pinch."

Seeing him approaching, Gu Yan leaned forward slightly, looked up at him, then looked down at the bowl of medicine.

No words, no movement.

Cheng Yuzhi understood the meaning of his words: I don't want to drink medicine, I'm too lazy to make a formula.

He held his forehead, and said helplessly: "Good job, Mr. Gu, your fever is only suppressed with spiritual power, it is not cured."

Gu Yan still didn't move.

Cheng Yuzhi followed his wishes, worked out a formula, heated the medicine, and put it on the table.

Hugging shoulders, with a pleasant face: "I'm leaving tomorrow, you take care of yourself, and don't practice until you become obsessed next time."

Young Master Xueyi moved and grabbed his wrist.

He whispered: "Yuzhi, don't you want to stay for a few more days?"

Cheng Yuzhi gestured to the bowl of medicine on the table with his eyes, and Gu Yan finally drank it obediently.

She also secretly raised her eyelids to look at him, and was completely caught in her eyes, like a little animal hiding in a tree hole and poking its head. It's so cute.

Although it is not appropriate to describe the young man in this way, Cheng Yuzhi really thinks so.

It was so cute that it burst his heart.

Cheng Yuzhi was amused, and couldn't help reaching out to touch his long hair, it was as smooth as a piece of fine silk, warm to the touch.

Waking up suddenly again, he coughed in embarrassment: "Generally speaking, I only stay in one place for three months."

"New place, new mood."

He took out the words of the face-to-face human trafficker.

The edge of the bed moved, Gu Yan stood up and stared at his face.

"Then Yunzhi will take me away, okay?" He said.

Cheng Yunzhi's eyebrows almost raised and flew out.

He was really surprised, and said with a smile: "Young Master Gu, we have only known each other for three days, and you have no control over where you are going..."

Gu Yan suddenly said: "I am also alone, I am home all over the world, I am wandering, and I have no fixed place to live."

"Then I can find a stable job for you..."

"I searched everywhere, and finally found you here."

His voice was cold, and the thousand-year-old snow had finally melted a little bit. Cheng Yuzhi was slightly taken aback, and was led to sit down, seeing the person opposite him showing a slight smile.

"Young Master Cheng, Cheng Yunzhi,"

He laughed, "Did you really not recognize my voice?"

Cheng Yunzhi looked at him, and suddenly hurriedly took out a mirror from his mustard bag.

Ever since he promised to help the face traffickers to carry forward his skills, he has been busy writing story books, and he has gradually decreased the number of times he speaks in front of this mirror.

The other person was quite critical, and even offered to come to him one time, but he selectively ignored it.

Young Master Cheng hurriedly stood up and stammered, "Wait, wait, is this mirror you?"

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Is there a little angel talking to me or something (Wangtian

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