Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

The figure is quite good, the female ghost curled her lips, her eyes moved again, and finally fixed on another person in the bedroom.

The man was sitting by the bed, his appearance was really unclear because his head was lowered and the backlight was on, but there was something emanating from him that was very familiar to the female ghost and belonged to the same kind of breath.

Moreover, stronger than her.

She took two steps back silently, her high heels made a "da da" sound.

Feng Yun opened one eye, closed it again, turned over, fumbled a couple of hands in a pretense, then accurately wrapped his wife around the waist, and pulled him into his arms.

Xu Ziyan was caught off guard and almost fell backwards, but in the end he supported the bed with his hands and sat up again.

Under the vigilant and strange gaze of the female ghost, he broke Feng Yun's strong arm.

The latter simply stopped pretending to be asleep, and put his other arm around Xu Ziyan's waist even more fiercely, while rubbing against Xu Ziyan pitifully, "I'm so scared, baby, you must protect me."

Are you afraid?

Ah……

Xu Ziyan and the female ghost sneered at the same time, then Xu Ziyan turned cold and ordered the female ghost who covered her mouth to chase away, "Get out!"

The female ghost nodded hurriedly, and said harsh words to Xu Ziyan before running away, "This man is so full of yang energy, damn it, I gave it to you, it's not because I'm afraid of you!"

Xu Ziyan didn't even pay attention to her, just looked down at the dog's head buried in his waist, his voice was so cold, "Let go..."

"But I'm so scared..." Feng Yun put on a pitiful look, trying to impress his wife in front of him by being a tough guy.

It's a pity that my wife's heart is as hard as iron, "Let go..."

"Oh..." Feng Yun let go of his hands regrettably, and when he brushed his hands across his waist, he secretly sighed in his heart.

Tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity not to hug this waist, and it's even more pity if it doesn't hurt.

Xu Ziyan stood up from the bed and said, "Get up..."

"what?"

"Clean up the house."

"Uh... ah?"

"Ah, what, it's so dirty, hurry up." Xu Ziyan has some cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, and since he first stepped into this room, he can't stand it anymore.

He secretly swore that if Feng Yun went to bed without taking a shower, he would definitely kill this person directly.

Unfortunately, Feng Yun took a shower to avoid this death threat.

Feng Yun smiled wryly, "I'll clean it up tomorrow, it's too late today, and I'm... hey, hey, don't, don't disappear, don't disappear, I'll do it right away, I'll do it right away."

The half-disappeared body was solidified again, Xu Ziyan stood in the middle of the living room with his chest folded, watching Feng Yun tidy up his clothes and put them into the washing machine, then put the garbage into bags and put them in the entrance.

The last is sweeping and mopping.

After finishing all this work, Feng Yun sat slumped on the sofa, looking at the time displayed on the wall as 47:[-], he didn't feel sleepy at all.

"It's a mess." Xu Ziyan's evaluation was simple and straightforward, and he looked down on Feng Yun's efforts for several hours.

Feng Yun smiled bitterly, "I usually don't care much about this, if you don't like it, I'll become cleaner."

While talking, Feng Yun stood up again, "What's wrong, I'll clean up later."

His tiredness could not be concealed on his face, but he was still following Xu Ziyan's preferences.

Xu Ziyan looked at him for a while, and finally said: "Let's force it, there's no need to change it."

After speaking, his figure disappeared into the air.

At the same time, a slight chill suddenly appeared in Feng Yun's heart, and with this chill, his heartbeat slowed down a little.

Feng Yun touched his chest and found that the temperature there was much lower than that of the other side, presumably Xu Ziyan had already regarded it as his new carrier.

He smiled and devoted himself to the glorious cause of cleaning again.

So busy until 05:30 in the morning, this time is usually when Feng Yun gets up in the morning to exercise.

He still changed his clothes and ran around the community until six o'clock. When he came back, he passed by the stalls for breakfast, which had a variety of styles.

When he was hesitating, his shoulders suddenly sank, and Xu Ziyan appeared behind him, with his cold hands on his shoulders.

"If you want to eat breakfast outside, just buy a few buns."

"Why?" Feng Yun looked at the bun shop, it was an old lady selling buns.

Xu Ziyan's figure disappeared again, leaving only two words.

"clean……"

What is the cleanliness of the food stall? Feng Yun shook his head and smiled, bought five steamed buns and a cup of soy milk there, and finally returned home.

"Do you have breakfast? Shall I... burn two for you?"

Feng Yun asked tentatively, then thought of something else, "Do you want to change your clothes? I think you like to be clean. I bought it and burned it for you."

The living room is very quiet, which makes it even more noisy with the sound of cars and voices outside.

"Well, pretend I didn't say it." Feng Yun bit off half of the steamed stuffed bun, and while chewing, he saw a cloud of black air gathering and forming in front of the table.

Xu Ziyan still had his hands folded, his cold attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away, but I don't know if it was because he came out of the campus, it seemed that he was in a good mood.

"Clothes." He lifted his chin slightly. At this moment, his appearance was no longer that of a tragic death, but his normal appearance as a living person.

Beautiful and expensive, Feng Yun doesn't have any literary accomplishments, so he can only boast in his heart: she looks good, she deserves to be his wife.

"What kind of clothes do you want?" Feng Yun didn't tease him, he opened the shopping app on his phone, and patted the seat next to him, "Come and sit..."

"Too slow." Xu Ziyan frowned.

"Okay, then let's go to the clothing store." Feng Yun nodded, stood up and sat down again, "Wait until I finish eating."

He accelerated the speed of eating the buns, then stood up, rubbing his hands on his clothes habitually.

Xu Ziyan looked at him coldly, and he abruptly stopped his movements and walked to the bathroom, "Let's go after I wash my hands."

"Uh..." Xu Ziyan didn't reply, and floated to the door of the bathroom, watching Feng Yun disappear into the air after washing his hands.

Feng Yun sent a message to Zheng Kaixuan that he would be late, and then ignored the ringing of his mobile phone, and followed the navigation to a nearby large clothing store.

"Welcome, sir."

The shopping guide warmly greeted him, "What kind of clothes do you want to buy? According to your conditions, most of the clothes in this store are suitable for you."

"Well, thank you, I'll buy it for an old... friend, let me pick one myself." Feng Yun declined the kindness of the shopping guide, and quickly followed Xu Ziyan who had drifted not far away.

"Is there anything you like?"

Feng Yun repeated the words of the shopping guide to Xu Ziyan, "Based on your conditions, most of the clothes in this store are suitable for you."