It's because I was touched by a ghost

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Jiang Yan nodded thoughtfully, and then glanced at Fang Bai, who was as usual silent and sleepless. Seeing that he was so calm, he felt relieved, but when Jiang Yan thought of what happened in the morning, Jiang Yan immediately Embarrassed, he lowered his head and said quickly, "Go back to work after dinner."

"It's a holiday today." Zhou Jiren blew on the hot porridge in front of him slowly.

"Then you go home, you can't stay at my house." Hearing Zhou Jiren's words, Jiang Yan turned his head, but he happened to meet the eyes of the person beside him who seemed to be smiling, so he turned back quickly and whispered Said, "Go home after eating."

"Okay." Zhou Jiren pushed Chuanwen's porridge in front of Jiang Yan, and then looked at Jiang Yan with his chin in his hand.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhao Yuan poked Fang Bai who was concentrating on eating, and said in Fang Bai's ear with a voice that could be heard by four people: "Hey, hey, do you think they look like a young couple. "

Fang Bai ignored Zhao Yuan, still eating his own breakfast, but Jiang Yan, who was opposite, heard it and coughed immediately.

"Slow down, why is it like this every time you eat?" Seeing Jiang Yan choking, Zhou Jiren held his chin with one hand, and gently patted Jiang Yan's back with the other hand, as if he had done it thousands of times.

Zhao Yuan on the opposite side looked at the two with even more thought-provoking eyes. Jiang Yan couldn't stand Zhao Yuan's gossiping eyes, took a breath, grabbed Zhou Jiren's wrist and went to the master bedroom.

"Wow, brother, look at the two of them, they really have the demeanor of the two of us back then." Zhao Yuan clicked his tongue twice, and just sighed a few words before he was blocked by the fried dough sticks that Fang Bai caught.

"Eat without words."

Zhao Yuan looked at Fang Bai who seemed to be in a different world beside him, and angrily took a bite of the fritters.

Seeing this, Fang Bai sighed softly, then put down his chopsticks, looked at Zhao Yuan, and said in a cold tone that was a little more pampering, "You, obediently eat breakfast, or...you won't be allowed to rest tonight. "

Zhao Yuan immediately thought of last night, so he obediently ate his breakfast and never spoke again.

But at this moment in the master bedroom, Jiang Yan, who had been pressing against the door panel a second ago, was being pressed against the door panel by Zhou Jiren with ease, unable to move.

"I said, is it okay for you to treat the master like this in someone else's house?" Because he was too close to Zhou Jiren, Jiang Yan could only turn his face away to talk.

Zhou Jiren thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "It's impolite."

Before Jiang Yan could speak, he heard the person in front of him say again: "But I'm used to being on top, sorry."

What kind of sassy talk is this damn!

Jiang Yan turned his head abruptly, and the bridge of his tall nose just touched Zhou Jiren's lips, "Uh..." Jiang Yan took a deep breath, and looked at Zhou Jiren's jaw as if he was in a trance, not daring to move.

The air was quiet for a moment, and Jiang Yan, who was too embarrassed to breathe, heard Zhou Jiren chuckle, "Heh."

What is he laughing at, what is he laughing at, what is he laughing at?

"Well... do you go first?" Jiang Yan said softly while discussing with the man in front of him awkwardly.

Zhou Jiren didn't move, his beautiful eyes were lowered, and he stared at Jiang Yan lightly. Jiang Yan was very uncomfortable being watched, and he was about to open his mouth, but the next second, Zhou Jiren buried his head in Jiang Yan's neck, with obvious A depressed voice reached Jiang Yan's ears, "You really forgot about me."

Jiang Yan didn't know what was wrong with him, but when he heard Zhou Jiren's words, his heart ached as if being caught. Jiang Yan kept searching for the face of the man in front of him from his memory, but he couldn't find anything. , I really haven't seen him, let alone forget about him, took a deep breath, the person in front of me still didn't want to take his head off his shoulder.

Jiang Yan said helplessly, "I really haven't seen you before."

"It's fine if I've met you." Still didn't move his head away, the aggrieved tone made Jiang Yan feel a little uncomfortable.

"When?" Jiang Yan frowned and asked in doubt.

Zhou Jiren raised his head slowly, lowered his eyelids, "You know." After speaking, he pushed back two steps like a little daughter-in-law abandoned by a heartless man, turned his head away from the door panel and heard his answer Jiang Yan opened his eyes wide.

How would I know, I said I've never seen you before, and, who are you showing this wronged little daughter-in-law attitude to! In the 21st century, there is still such a touch of porcelain!

Jiang Yan looked at Zhou Jiren who was silent and aggrieved, and said with great difficulty: "When are you going home?"

Now Jiang Yan just wants to make the person in front of him disappear quickly, and then find a few beautiful female classmates to chat with, preferably face to face.

After a long while, when Jiang Yan had already decided which female classmates he wanted to chat with, Zhou Jiren in front of him said suddenly, "I have no home, my father married a stepmother, and the stepmother brought two daughters here. My father passed away, and then they exposed their true colors, asked me to work, beat me and scolded me, and refused to give me food, and my stepmother wanted to marry me to a 50-year-old man, so I took advantage of them not paying attention I just ran out..."

"Then you went to Dongzhou Museum as a security guard," Jiang Yan said helplessly, looking at Zhou Jiren who was telling stories with no expression in front of him. Seeing that Zhou Jiren was silent, he continued, "Brother, are you the male version of Cinderella? Next time Can you tell a fairy tale that is not so well-known to deceive people, and who would let a man marry an old man?"

"That old man has his eyes on me." Zhou Jiren walked towards Jiang Yan slowly, pursed his lips in aggrieved way, and asked Jiang Yan pitifully, "Aren't I pretty?"

Realizing that Zhou Jiren was approaching, Jiang Yan immediately straightened his body and leaned against the door panel. Hearing Zhou Jiren's question, Jiang Yan couldn't help but look up.

The man in front of him was very good-looking, he knew it last night, but today a living person who had not passed out stood in front of him and asked Jiang Yan in a pitiful tone if he was pretty. Everyone paid attention to the man in front of him, swallowed, and Jiang Yan replied: "It looks good, very beautiful."

Zhou Jiren seemed to have got a satisfactory answer, and laughed softly. The sunlight outside the window slanted on the man in front of Jiang Yan, as if a layer of light had been saved. Jiang Yan didn't know what was wrong with him, and his heart was beating violently.

"Then can I live here? I will pay the rent." Zhou Jiren asked Jiang Yan, who was in a daze, with a wicked smile in front of him.

Jiang Yan's brain twitched, he nodded and agreed: "Yes." Then he covered his mouth, what did he say.

Thinking about refusing again, the person in front of her had already pulled her out, looking like a happy little girl picking mushrooms.

"You guys are out." Sitting on the sofa, Zhao Yuan said to the two of them with an ambiguous wink, "Hurry up and have breakfast, or it will be cold."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and watched TV with Fang Bai.

"How about..." Jiang Yan wanted to refuse, it was too dangerous to let a man who always made his little brother look up to live with him, not to mention that this man always said some inexplicable words.

"Are you going to drive me away?" Zhou Jiren immediately changed from sunny to cloudy, and immediately changed from a little girl picking mushrooms back to the male version of Cinderella just now.

Jiang Yan shook his head immediately, "I mean...let's have breakfast."

So Jiang Yan lived in such a muddle with this person who didn't know anything except his name and his life experience, which he didn't believe in dogs, as well as the black and white impermanence in the two areas on the sofa.

[The author has something to say: Happy Chinese New Year! ! ! 】