what is my husband

In order not to make Lu Ting feel that he was too out of touch, Lin Zhaochen didn't let a group of people wait at the door like last time.

Early on, the aunt put snacks that fit the dietary preferences of young people on the coffee table.Probably because of the influence of the master's family, she also became urgent without knowing it.

Lin Zhaochen's body was still a little weak, he was holding a cane in his hand, and his eyes glanced at the gate every half a minute.

The steward reported: "The car has already arrived at the security booth, and it will be soon."

Not long after the words fell, the sound of a car engine came from outside.Lin Zhaochen stood up with the help of the housekeeper, walked towards the door, and just as he opened the door, Lu Ting's face came into his eyes.

Lin Zhaochen felt that the young man seemed to be different from before. His ruddy complexion made him look very energetic, his skin was more translucent, and his eyes were moist.

Looking back at myself, I couldn't recover for several days after being frightened.

I have to obey the old.

"Here we come." Lin Zhaochen beckoned to Lu Ting, took him by the wrist and led him to the tea table, "Aunt Li prepared these for you, and there will be a fruit plate coming out soon."

Lu Ting sat down obediently, and looked at the other party calmly.Lin Zhaochen was not very old, he was in his 50s, and his complexion was haggard due to illness. Fortunately, his illness was not serious, and he couldn't hurt the root cause.

He felt relieved and took a pack of snacks, which turned out to be Internet celebrity models.Noticing that Lin Zhaochen was looking at him nervously, Lu Ting knew who explained these things as soon as he rolled his eyes, "Thank you."

Lin Zhaochen turned his eyes away uncomfortably, raised his fist to his lips and pretended to cough.

A few seconds later, he turned his head back and asked in a low voice: "I heard from Zhiyan that you have been checked in the hospital to make sure that you fell from such a high place that day, are you really okay?"

"No problem." Lu Ting also raised his arm, showing off his weak biceps, "Look, it's very healthy."

Seeing the cheerful look of the young man, Lin Zhaochen was also infected, and finally showed his first smile after meeting.

He let out a deep breath, and tightened his five fingers holding the crutch: "The Chang family doesn't know what happened, but they educated such a lawless child. I have seen that brat Chang Huafei before, and I thought he was It's just a little high-profile and arrogant, but I didn't expect it to be a demon in human skin."

Lin Zhiyan was afraid that he would get angry and get sick, so he interrupted quickly: "Dad, don't talk about the past."

Lin Zhaochen glanced at Lu Ting, seeing that the young man was not unhappy, he closed his mouth and let out a cold snort, it seemed that he was not offended.

The housekeeper on the side watched his heart, his eyes were on his nose, his heart was on the sidelines, the master was in a state of half letting go of the Senyuan Group, and he was in poor health recently, whether he was staying at home or going out for a walk, he was always by his side.

Others don't know, but he knows that there is a volcano hidden under the master's serious face.He has been swearing a lot these past few days, and he is that little bastard of the Chang family at every turn.If he was in good health, the housekeeper had no doubts, the master might beat him to death with a cane or a stick.

He shifted his gaze slightly, and lightly landed on Lu Ting. It seemed that this young man was really put on the tip of his heart by the master.

"By the way, Young Master Lu." The butler suddenly said, and the sound of "Master Lu" attracted several attentions.

Lin Zhaochen nodded in satisfaction, and said to himself, why didn't he think that it was always Mr. Lu and Mr. Lu. After a long time, Lu Ting might feel uncomfortable. It doesn't matter if he is called Young Master, the servants will treat him as the master.Hearing that, he should be more satisfied.

Lu Ting was a little embarrassed by the shouting, and was stunned.

Lin Zhiyan cleared his throat and signaled the housekeeper to continue.The butler knew that the master had accepted this title by default, and felt more and more to treat Lu Ting well: "After you left last time, the master asked someone to install an audio-visual room, and also asked someone to get several new movies from the cinema. Movie, if you are interested later, you can go and watch it."

Lu Ting nodded: "Okay, I see." Then he turned his head and thanked Lin Zhaochen.

Lin Zhaochen waved his hand, glanced at his eldest son, and said in a low voice, "Come with me to the garden for a walk. I'm a little tired after sitting all morning."

Lu Ting knew that the old man had something to say, so he reached out to help him stand up and went to the back garden.

The garden is very large, with clusters of small flowers dotted in the green lawn, and white stone roads are paved between the flowers.Breathing the natural air, Lin Zhaochen took Lu Ting to the greenhouse.

There are many precious peonies in the flower room, all of which are Lin Zhaochen's lifeblood.

He motioned the young man to sit down on the chair, "Listen to Zhiyan, you have something to ask me."

Lu Ting looked down at the ground, the flowering period of the peonies had already passed, he looked up at Lin Zhaochen, his gaze became sharp, "I want to ask, before I got engaged to Lin Gui, did my grandfather say anything special to you?" .”

"No." Lin Zhaochen said with certainty.

Lu Ting: "Then did he mention anything about Lin Gui?"

Lin Zhaochen sighed, and folded his hands on the crutches, "No, he just said that he needs to marry my little uncle so that he can have someone to keep him company."

Lin Zhaochen said this when he first came to this house. Lu Ting believed it before, but now, after learning that the real purpose of this ghost marriage is to suppress, he has doubts about his grandfather's motives .

"Mr. Lin, do you have any records about that year at home?" Lu Ting looked expectantly.

"No." Lin Zhaochen said, "Everything about the little uncle was passed down by word of mouth. My grandfather told my father, and my father told me. There is no paper record."

"So no one knows whether my little uncle died suddenly or was killed?" Lu Ting said surprisingly.

The atmosphere in the greenhouse condensed into ice, which was so depressing that it was frightening.Lin Zhaochen felt uncomfortable in his heart, and subconsciously covered his chest with his hands.His lips were trembling, and his grip on the cane was getting tighter.

Lu Ting shouted: "Lin Gui!"

The atmosphere did not improve, and Lin Zhaochen's state eased up a bit.He tried his best to maintain his composure, his eyes looked around in surprise, and his breathing was short of breath.

Lu Ting knew, he guessed right.

How can a person who died of illness have so much resentment and hostility? Even if there is, it should be nostalgia and reluctance for this world.From the time he met Lin Gui until now, the man never mentioned the Lin family, as if they had nothing to do with each other.

It's not that I forgot or didn't want to mention it, it's that I hate it.

He didn't call Lin Gui out, but asked him face to face how he died. A person as lonely and arrogant as the little uncle would not expose his festering scars to others.

Lu Ting felt distressed and couldn't imagine how the man had lived in the past 50 years.Trapped in a palm-sized flowerpot all the time, with the darkness, he couldn't speak, maybe he couldn't see, he couldn't hear.

His world is static.

This is a very painful thing.

"What's your expression?" A cold hand suddenly touched the corner of his eyes, Lu Ting raised his head, and met Shang Lin Gui's deep eyes.

The man frowned in disgust, and his voice teased: "I'm about to cry."

Lin Zhaochen, who was sitting across from him, had his eyes wide open, and the crutch in his hand hit the ground with a thud, and then his body softened, and he slid off the chair and knelt on the ground.

Lin Zhaochen put his hands on the ground, his forehead on the ground, and said in an unbelievable, trembling voice: "Uncle."

Lin Gui withdrew his hand, the warmth of the young man's face remained on the back of his hand, that face was as soft and slippery as his hand.He twirled his thumb a few times and walked in front of Lin Zhaochen.

The man didn't wear shoes on his feet, and his cold white complexion revealed the breath of death.Lin Zhaochen's mind went blank, his back was stiff and he didn't dare to look up.

When Lin Gui died suddenly, he was only a few years old, he didn't understand anything, he didn't know anything.After so long, he thought he had forgotten the other person's face.But the moment Lin Gui appeared, he remembered it.

There was once a person who always sat alone in the window, sometimes he wrote with a pen, sometimes read a book, and occasionally touched his hair through the window sill, gave him candy, and called him by his baby name.

Lin Zhaochen's eyes were hot.

For so many years in the shopping mall, he can stand upright in the face of any storm, but at this moment, his heart is hurting, and tears of blood are continuously overflowing from his eyes.

"Uncle." Lin Zhaochen knelt on the ground and yelled again, with a humming sound in his mouth.

Lin Gui watched indifferently, without emotion or heat in his eyes, as if he was looking at a stranger.After a long time, when Lin Zhaochen's knees were about to fail, the man made a single sound from his nasal cavity.

"Ah."

Hearing this, Lu Ting secretly glanced at the man's tense jaw, and walked over to help Lin Zhaochen up.Lin Zhaochen wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, drooping his head and not daring to lift it up.

After the excitement, the remaining emotions can't cover the instinctive fear, like a withered old tree, standing tremblingly in the dry mud, it will fall down at any time.

"Go ahead, don't worry about me." Lin Gui sat down, only one fist away from Lu Ting.

Lu Ting looked at Lin Zhaochen, and then at the 50-year-old man. Knowing that the conversation could not continue, he whispered to the man, "We're done talking."

"You don't want me to hear it?" Lin Gui looked down at Lu Ting, and his hidden hostility burst out.He walked up to Lin Zhaochen again, with strong hatred in his gloomy eyes, and his cold fingertips touched Lin Zhaochen's forehead.

With a light touch, Lin Zhaochen immediately felt his body stiffen, a coldness clenched his body, his internal organs seemed to be clenched by something, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"Do you know why there is no record left?"

Lin Zhaochen's head was lifted by an invisible force, and he saw killing, disgust, and disregard for his life in the man's eyes.

"Because they dare not."

Even if it is a photo or a word, it seems that he can crawl out of the soil with just a little trace.The Lin family relied on him and feared him.

There was darkness rolling in the amber eyes, and the straight lips were suddenly bent, the smile did not reach the eyes, and an inexplicable chill was born.

"Little uncle." The voice was deliberately soft, breaking into Lin Gui's mind like a clear trickle.

He let go, and Lin Zhaochen's body immediately fell to the ground, covering his neck with his hands and greedily breathing the fresh air.He raised his head and looked up at the man's indifferent face.

He frowned slightly and looked towards Lu Ting.

Lu Ting thought for a while, and boldly held Lin Guigang's hand that had strangled someone's neck. While observing the other person's expression, he clenched it tightly, then lifted it up, and blew on his fingertips: "Didn't it hurt that day? Is it too late for Huhu?"

Lin Gui: "..."

Lu Ting also knew that his method of diverting the man's attention was clumsy, so he forced the man to go out: "Let's change the place."

After the two left for a long time, Lin Zhaochen came to his senses, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and walked out with a cane.As soon as he walked out of the conservatory, the young man suddenly fell back, but he sounded the alarm and looked beside Lu Ting.

"Little uncle is in the room." Lu Ting asked, "He likes to read, can I borrow your study?"

"Of course." Lin Zhaochen was afraid for a while, but now his emotions have stabilized, "I'll take you there."

Lu Ting glanced at the pinch mark on Lin Zhaochen's neck, and felt that his neck was also hurting, "Mr. Lin, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Lin Zhaochen showed a forced smile, "I know that the Lin family owes my uncle a lot, and I won't blame him, and I know that my uncle didn't really want to kill me."

He didn't know if he was lying to himself or Lu Ting.

The study is on the third floor. Lin Zhaochen took Lu Ting in and said, "All the books here can be read by my little uncle."

Lu Ting said "Yes", and then heard Lin Zhaochen ask again: "Little uncle, is he barefoot all the time? Do you need to burn some shoes and clothes for him?"

"He doesn't like those things very much." Lu Ting didn't understand before, but thinking about it now, Lin Gui probably doesn't think he is dead, but just alive in another form.

It was rainy in summer, and in the middle of the afternoon, the sky suddenly burst into thunder, trapping Lu Ting, who was about to go home, under the eaves.

Lin Zhaochen said that the road was not safe, so he used excuses to keep the man behind.

Lu Ting still lives in the same room as last time. The difference is that this time there are double pillows and double quilts on the bed, and all the utensils in the bathroom are complete.

Lu Ting poked his head out, grabbed the door frame and asked the man at the window: "Uncle, do you brush your teeth?"

Since then, Lin Gui hasn't hidden his body anymore, but he also didn't go downstairs to show his face.After dinner, Lu Ting went back to his room to accompany his little uncle, while the three father and son of the Lin family kept peeking upstairs.

Lin Zhaochen was in fear and awe, and the two sons were both in awe and curiosity.

After hearing that Lin Gui had appeared, Lin Zhiyan touched his father's forehead, and was so angry that Lin Zhaochen hit him several times with his crutches.The youngest son, Lin Zhifeng, also took out his mobile phone and consulted a psychiatrist face to face. It was even worse for him, being chased and beaten.

Auntie thought silently in her heart, sure enough, as soon as Young Master Lu came, the house became lively.

The next day, the rain did not stop. According to the news, several places in the city were seriously flooded, and the traffic was greatly affected.

Lin Zhaochen quickly said, "Let's stay for two more days."

Lu Ting: "But I still have work to do."

Lin Zhaochen asked his son to hand over the card with a very high limit, even if the young man does not work, it is no problem, but he has never received any consumption information from here.He knew that Lu Ting only accepted it to make him feel at ease, and he didn't intend to use it at all.

"When I ask Zhiyan to come back, I will help you get the computer." Lin Zhaochen said.

Lu Ting thought for a while: "Then I will trouble you, brother."

With a computer, Lu Ting's mind is set.After receiving the computer at night, I immediately went back to my room and started working overtime.Working from home has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is the freedom of time, but the disadvantage is that it is easy to procrastinate.

After working until eleven o'clock, Lu Ting went downstairs to drink water, and saw an aunt on the balcony talking on the phone.The caller's voice was too loud, and Lu Ting could hear faint crying from such a distance.

Auntie patiently persuaded: "Don't think too much, how can there be ghosts in this world?"

Only the butler knows a thing or two about the Lin family.The other servants are either dubious about ghosts or gods, or they are firm in science.Now this aunt is the latter.

Annoyed by the sobbing, the aunt couldn't help raising her voice twice: "Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry, maybe the people behind the scenes are laughing at you."

I don't know what to say on the other end, the aunt hung up the phone, walked into the room with the mobile phone in her hand, and muttered in her mouth: "It really doesn't stop, and I don't know when it will be the end."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young man standing at the door of the kitchen.

She nodded embarrassingly, and walked over with a smile: "Master Lu."

Lu Ting: "Did something happen at home? I heard crying from your phone."

"Hey, it's not at home, it's a little sister who is an aunt like me. She, recently..." The aunt suddenly stopped, and patted her mouth with her palm, "How can I tell you about those nonsense things, this is Are you thirsty to drink water? I'll pour it for you."

"I've already drank it." Lu Ting raised the cup in his hand and shook it, and said with a smile, "I just can't sleep right now, and I want to chat with someone."

The aunt knew that this was a corner and wanted to ask herself about the little sister.Seeing that the young man should be purely curious, he told the story.

"My little sister works in Wanjia Bieyuan not far from here. She said that she always heard women crying in her community recently. No, she called me crying just now, saying that she was woken up by fright when she just fell asleep. gone."

Lu Ting thought of Jiao Xuliang, could it be a community?

He asked: "Have you reported to the police, and the community property has also tried to arrest people, but they haven't been caught?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The aunt paused and looked at the young man in surprise, "Master Lu also knows?"

"I heard." Lu Ting said, "Do you cry every night at ten o'clock?"

"Almost, it's like a fixed time, crying on time." The aunt mumbled, "She always said it was haunted, and she went to the temple to ask for a few amulets, but it turned out that she should hear it or hear it, it was useless."

Lu Ting's judgment on Devil May Cry was still man-made, chatted with his aunt for a few more words, and went back upstairs to start helping the spirit.

When taking out the handful of soil, he quietly looked at the little uncle.

Lin Gui leaned on the recliner in front of the window, the dim yellow light from the floor lamp fell gently on his face, like a layer of tulle, blurring the sharp edges and corners.

The eyelashes fluttered with the rolling eyeballs under the eyelids. They were black and curled up, as thick as two small fans.Lu Ting couldn't help touching his own, hey, he was born shorter than others, there was nothing he could do.

He collected the soil into piles, smoothed it with his palm, and closed his eyes.

Lin Gui brushed past the young man's focused face, restraining his momentum. Not long after, a phantom floated in from outside the arena. Before landing, he sensed Lin Gui's presence and subconsciously wanted to run away.A long vine stabbed from an oblique direction, wrapped up the phantom and threw it in Lu Ting's direction.

"You can answer whatever he asks." After Lin Gui finished speaking, his eyes returned to the book.

Lu Ting opened one eye, and after seeing the phantom, he opened the second one and waved at the phantom, "Do you know what happened to Devil May Cry in Wanjia Bieyuan?"

The phantom attached to the willow branch manipulated the mahogany below to write letters and numbers.

A329.

Lu Ting wrote down the numbers, and thanked Xu Ying after putting them away.

The phantom wobbled and rubbed towards the window little by little. Seeing that the man had no intention of making a move, he suddenly accelerated and ran away.

"Little uncle, what do you mean by this? Is it the building number?" Lu Ting could only look at Lin Gui for an answer.

Just when he thought the man was still in a bad mood, didn't want to talk to him, and was about to give up, a deep "hmm" came from the other end.

Lu Ting: "..." Eldest young master, isn't your reflex arc too long? ? ?

Lin Gui closed the book and looked at the time: "It's time for you to sleep."

"Immediately." Lu Ting put away the tools used by the shaman, washed his hands, and lay flat on the bed after returning.

Through the dim light, the man's body was shrouded in a halo, the young man's fingers lightly grabbed the quilt, and his gaze flickered, "Are you really okay if you don't sleep?"

Lin Gui turned a page of the book without raising his eyes: "Well, go to sleep."

Lu Ting closed his eyes, and moved his body to the side, leaving most of the space, "If you are tired, you can lie down and rest, I'm not afraid."

The first time he was invaded by roots and bound by vines in his dream was the night when he learned that he and Lin Gui had made a marriage contract.At that time, Lin Gui was sealed away, and probably had no self-awareness, and everything was instinctive.

This guess can be verified before the little uncle was injured and he fell into a nightmare again.

When Lin Gui couldn't control himself, or his mind was extremely relaxed, his body would take on the most primitive form, and he would follow his instinct to root deep into the soil.

That's why, as far as his body allows, he won't sleep.

There is nothing strange in itself for a man to invite another man to bed.But if there is an additional layer of husband and wife relationship between the two parties, the meaning of the same words will change subtly.Lu Ting's face was inexplicably hot, his cheeks buried in the quilt were slightly red, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito, "If you are not used to sharing a bed with others, you can sleep on a recliner. Also, I'm really not afraid .”

Lin Gui didn't make a sound. After an unknown period of time, the slightly chaotic breathing from the bed became gentle and long. He put down the book and looked over. The young man had already fallen asleep.

The desk lamp was off, and the dim light outside the window fell into the man's Rumo's eyes. He stood up, walked in front of Lu Ting, and put his palm on the young man's forehead.

The sleeping person immediately felt a slight suffocation, and something was slowly drilling into his body.Lu Ting frowned, moved his legs uneasily, and his body, which had fallen into a deep sleep, began to struggle instinctively.

Lin Gui withdrew his hands, leaned over, and brushed the young man's nose with his breath: "Didn't you say you're not afraid?"

The strangeness in the body faded away, and the wrinkles between Lu Ting's eyebrows also flattened.He turned over, rubbed his long legs between the quilt, and let out a soft moan.

The villa area where the Lin family is located has the best Feng Shui and natural environment. Early in the morning, the fragrance of plants and the sound of birdsong woke Lu Ting up from his deep sleep.

For the first time, he raised his head and glanced at the side. The place he left was very flat, and it was obvious that no one had been lying there.On the arm, the vine pattern is gray and dark, obviously the little uncle is not in his body.On the recliner in front of the window, there is the book I read last night.

Lu Ting rubbed his eyes and sat up, stretching his waist.After washing up, he changed into the clothes prepared by the Lin family and went out. He was startled by Lin Zhifeng who was standing at the door.

Lin Zhifeng was about the same age as him, and spoke a little more casually, "I was just about to ask you to eat."

Lu Ting glanced at the empty corridor, Lin Zhifeng guessed who he was looking for, and said with a strange expression: "Are you looking for that person? He's in my dad's study."

Lu Ting opened his eyes wide in surprise, suspecting that he had heard wrong.

"You heard me right, and I'm right, he's really reading in the study." Lin Zhifeng said, "He looks very difficult to talk to."

His words and deeds revealed an inhuman indifference.

Lu Ting: "I think it's okay." And it's very easy to coax. When he is angry, say a few soft words and be courteous, and he will calm down quickly.

"Are you okay?" Lin Zhifeng looked the young man up and down, "Lu Ting, does he only treat you well?"

"No, you'll know if you get along with each other more."

Lin Zhifeng shrugged his shoulders, glanced at the study room facing the ceiling, and moved his mouth to Lu Ting's ear.Just as he was about to speak, something pricked his lips and bled on the spot.

Lin Zhifeng covered his stinging lips and looked at Lu Ting in horror: "What did you do to me?"

Lu Ting was at a loss: "I didn't."

"Don't get too close to him." Lin Gui walked down the stairs above, pulled Lu Ting to his side, and looked at Lin Zhifeng with a bit of reproach, "He is your elder."

Lin Zhifeng: "..."

Lu Ting: "..."

Lin Zhaochen took a step back and poked his youngest son hard with his crutches, signaling him to get out of here as soon as possible, as far away as possible.

"You pierced his lips?" Lu Ting turned sideways, covering his mouth with his hand and asked.

Lin Gui: "Impossible?"

"It's ok, as long as you're happy." Lu Ting thought silently, in the future, he should pay attention to avoid suspicion, both men and women should pay attention.

Ah, so tired.

During the meal time, Lin Gui sat in the main seat. There was a kind of elegance and rigor in his upright sitting posture, as if he was not having a meal, but an international conference.

Except for Lu Ting, the others couldn't eat, like chewing wax.

Suddenly, Lin Gui stood up, and the three fathers of the Lin family sat up straight. Especially Lin Zhifeng, who had just been stabbed in the mouth, faintly felt that the lips that had just stopped bleeding seemed to be torn again.

"You guys eat, I'll go outside." The man cherished his words like gold, even colder than when he was alone with Lu Ting.

Lu Ting calmly drank two bowls of porridge, took a bun and chased after the man.As soon as the two big Buddhas left, Lin Zhaochen raised his crutch again and poked at his youngest son.

"I don't care what you do outside. Be honest at home, especially in front of my uncle."

"Dad, you're not normal." Lin Zhifeng touched the place where he was poked and hurt, and said, "Your mental head is a bit too good. Your old man has a bad heart. Please control your emotions more."

Lin Zhaochen almost blushed, all the members of the Lin family passed away.Lin Zhaochen respected and feared Lin Gui, and also had an unspeakable admiration.

He coughed lightly, stared at his youngest son and said, "Keep your mouth shut, don't be so indifferent to Lu Ting, always remember, according to seniority, he is your grandfather!"

"Why does this sound like a curse?" Lin Zhifeng muttered.

"No one is joking with you." Lin Zhiyan gave him a stern look, "If you offend that one, no one can save you."