My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

In Qinglin cemetery, there was silence.

Suddenly there was a wail: "Oh, I can't do it anymore, I can't hold it anymore, please help me!"

At this time, the flat-headed ghost said: "You take a rest, I will carry him."

Just when they were about to hand over, they caught a glimpse of a dark shadow in the distance from the corner of their eyes.

One of the little ghosts exclaimed: "I'll go, the living!"

How could the little ghosts not be surprised that a living person appeared in the cemetery in the middle of the night.

There was a distance between the little ghosts and the man. The curly-haired ghost couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, but he could see that the other person was a very tall man. Judging by his figure and temperament, he knew that he was not bad.

The curly-haired ghost looked at him for a while, then nudged the flat-headed ghost who was busy carrying the drunk Mingyi on his back with his elbow: "Hey, flat-headed, don't you think this person looks familiar to you?"

The flat-headed ghost squinted his eyes and looked around, then nodded: "It seems a little bit."

The curly-haired ghost thought for a while, then suddenly took a deep breath: "I remembered."

"He...he seems to be that mystic master!"

The other little ghosts asked curiously, "What kind of mystic master?"

The curly-haired ghost explained: "It's the daughter-in-law that Ming Yi has been chasing for half a year."

"Oh." The little ghosts nodded in unison, and then asked, "It's so late, what is he doing in the cemetery?"

Curly-haired ghost: "What else can you do, find Ming Yi, take a closer look at where he is standing, isn't it near Ming Yi's cemetery."

The flat-headed ghost asked: "Then shall we send Ming Yi there?"

Curly-haired ghost: "Send it."

The flat-headed ghost swallowed: "I'm a little scared."

Curly-haired ghost: "He shouldn't do anything to us, right?"

Flat-headed ghost: "Maybe not usually, but it's hard to say now. You forgot that in the evening, Ming Yi mentioned the man's gnashing of teeth and said he was going to beat him to death. Maybe they got into an argument because of something. You Do you think this person is here to trouble Ming Yi?"

Hearing the words, the other little ghosts suggested: "Then...how about we go and send Ming Yi to the Temple of the City God. With the protection of the God of the City God, he will not dare to mess around."

The curly-haired ghost and the flat-headed ghost thought for a while and nodded at the same time: "OK!"

No matter what, City God will definitely protect Ming Yi's safety.

A few little ghosts were about to slip away, when a deep voice suddenly came from behind: "Stop."

The little ghosts seemed to be stuck with a fixed amulet, and they didn't move for an instant.

The curly-haired ghosts turned around boldly, and saw that the man who was tens of meters away had already walked behind them.

Cao Xuanhe turned on the flashlight, scanned the faces of several little ghosts one by one, and finally landed on the face of the unconscious little ghost on the flat-headed ghost's back.

He raised his hand to take Ming Yi over, but the flat-headed ghost quickly took two steps back, and asked cautiously, "What do you want to do?"

Cao Xuanhe: "He is my friend."

These words did not make the brats let down their guard.

Cao Xuanhe withdrew his hand and said, "I'll pick him up."

Curly-haired ghost: "We don't know you, and it's impossible to give you Mingyi. If you want something, wait until he wakes up."

It may be that the curly-haired ghost yelled too loudly and accidentally woke up the drunk kid.

Ming Yi lay on the flat-headed ghost's back, raised his head unsteadily, opened his eyes in a daze, and asked, "What's wrong?"

While talking, he looked around and saw Cao Xuanhe standing not far in front of him at a glance.

Ming Yi was puzzled: "Hey, why are you here?"

He got off the flat-headed ghost, staggered and was about to collapse on the ground, Cao Xuanhe quickly supported him, and pulled him into his arms.

Ming Yi smiled and said: "Let me introduce to everyone, this is my daughter-in-law, thank you for coming to our wedding banquet today, everyone is free to drink, don't be polite to me!"

Cao Xuanhe: "..."

All the ghosts: "..."

Ming Yi's head was like a muddle at this moment, completely forgetting that he was still in a cold war with the person he was hugging.

Cao Xuanhe coughed lightly, and said, "I'm sorry, he was drunk, thank you for your hard work tonight."

The flat-headed ghost smiled and waved his hands: "No hard work, no hard work..."

Just as he was talking, he was kicked by the curly-haired ghost, and his voice stopped instantly.

The curly-haired ghost looked him up and down, and asked, "You...do you have any grudge against Ming Yi?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Huh?"

Curly-haired ghost: "Ming Yike told us that he wants to beat you to death."

"..." The corners of Cao Xuanhe's lips twitched, and he explained: "Something unpleasant happened before."

The curly-haired ghost couldn't believe it: "If there is only a little bit of unpleasantness, he can shout for your life?"

Cao Xuanhe pursed his lips and remained silent.

However, a certain brat that was yelling to beat and kill Cao Xuanhe was rubbing back and forth in Cao Xuanhe's arms, smirking and whispering: "My wife is so sweet."

All the ghosts: "..."

The curly-haired ghost really couldn't stand it anymore, covered his forehead, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you can take it away."

Cao Xuanhe heard the words, nodded to the little ghosts, and left with one hand supporting the little ghosts who were sticking to his body.

The flat-headed ghost looked at the one person and one ghost who were gradually walking away, and asked the hairy ghost: "Brother Curly, can we just hand over Mingyi to him, is it okay?"

The curly-haired ghost snorted coldly, and asked: "You can see that they are pestering each other, do they look like enemies?"

Flat-headed ghost: "...not like that."

The other little ghosts couldn't help interjecting: "I don't look like it, but is this person really Ming Yi's wife? Why does the aura look scarier than Ming Yi?"

The curly-haired ghost said with certainty: "Then there is nothing wrong with it, just understand how his bad temper can make people suffer, he likes the Gao Leng style, he says he feels a sense of accomplishment when he is bullied and cries. "

Hearing the words, the little ghosts burst out laughing.

Ming Yi's wine is not bad.

Usually after drinking, I lie down and go to sleep, and it is very easy to not make noise.

Cao Xuanhe put it on the sofa and stood beside him, staring at his cute sleeping face for a long time.

In fact, it was just an accident that he appeared in the cemetery tonight.

At noon today, an employer came to him and said that the deceased who was going to be cremated had come back to life, and he had been squatting in a corner muttering, unable to hear what she was saying.

Neither the staff of the crematorium nor the family members of the deceased dared to approach, so they wanted to invite him to have a look.

Cao Xuanhe arrived at the crematorium, dealt with the matter, and when he finished his work, it was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening. When passing by the cemetery, he wanted to see how the tantrum kid was doing.

Unexpectedly, he could meet a drunk kid and bring him back.

Cao Xuanhe raised his hand and stroked his pale cheeks, feeling cool to the touch.

Xu Shi felt the temperature of his hand, and Ming Yi subconsciously approached him in his sleep, pressing his cheek against the back of his hand.

The kid's eyelashes are very long and thick, as if he had his own eyeliner, making his round almond eyes sparkle.

He loves to smile very much, and there are two shallow dimples at the corners of his mouth, which will make people feel better when they see it.

Cao Xuanhe never felt that he paid much attention to Ming Yi, but it was strange that he knew something about the kid in front of him.

That night, he was indeed impulsive.

But after thinking about it, he has always had good self-control, why did he lose control in front of a brat?

The other party only said two words that he must be responsible for him, and his emotions were quite agitated, and he was really hopeless.

Although Cao Xuanhe still couldn't figure out what he was thinking about Ming Yi, he still wanted to coax the little ghost.

Although the other party wanted to take advantage of him first, but he was the one who bullied him in the end, so he must be responsible.

Thinking so, Cao Xuanhe raised his hand and tapped on his round nose, and said softly, "Be honest."

After speaking, he stood up, sealed the doors and windows, and turned to go to the bathroom.

In the early morning, Ming Yi wakes up consciously, and realizes that his body is attached to a warm and provocative object. He subconsciously hugs and tightens it a little bit, and rubs his cheek comfortably, thinking, when will his ashes be in his urn? Have such a comfortable pillow?

With that in mind, he slowly opened his eyes, feeling something was wrong.

Ming Yi raised his head in doubt, and saw a handsome and familiar face.

I c!

Cao Xuanhe!

Ming Yi quickly looked around, seeing that this was really Cao Xuanhe's bedroom, he couldn't help being startled.

No, last night he clearly remembered that he was in the tomb, and in the end he drank too much because he was too angry.

Could it be that he ran over by himself after being drunk?

"Snapped."

Ming Yi slapped himself on the forehead, and couldn't help cursing: "Ming Yi, Ming Yi, when did you become so mean? The other party is a person who bullies you forcibly, and you even took the initiative to send it to your door. It's really worthless, if Cao Xuanhe finds out about it, wouldn't he die laughing!"

Ming Yi came back to his senses in an instant, glanced at Cao Xuanhe who was still asleep, and two words popped out of his mind: Run away!

Now that the other party is still awake, as long as he runs away, Cao Xuanhe will not know that he has been here.

Thinking of this, Ming Yi was about to run away, just as he was about to get up, the arms around his waist tightened, and he was pushed back on the bed, with a slight force, he was rolled into his arms.

"where to?"

Cao Xuanhe, who had just woken up, had a hoarse and deep voice, a little confused and lazy, a little charming.

Ming Yi didn't dare to move anymore, raised his head to meet his dark and deep eyes, swallowed, and said guiltily: "I didn't mean it."

Cao Xuanhe didn't understand: "What?"

Ming Yi: "I didn't mean to steal, crawl, or go to bed while you were asleep. My friend held a wedding banquet last night. I drank too much. I don't know what happened..."

Cao Xuanhe understood, and understood that he had misunderstood, a smile appeared between his brows and eyes, and he asked, "Didn't it be intentional to drink too much?"

Ming nodded: "Yeah."

I have to say that Cao Xuanhe who woke up early in the morning was really good-looking, maybe because he was resting well, and his whole body was a little more lazy, even the eyes that looked at him were usually so cold and alienated, and even because he was in a good mood, the expression between his eyebrows and eyes was still With an imperceptible faint smile.

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'click'

Ming Yi's obsessive nerves suddenly broke, and he suddenly recalled the events of the previous few days, and his expression turned cold instantly.

Forget about exchanging feelings.

We should settle accounts with this beast first!

Cao Xuanhe looked at his face that changed instantly, knowing that the other party had remembered something bad, so he raised his hand to appease the brat who was about to explode.

"Cao Xuanhe, wow... umh!"

Before he finished swearing, a big hand stretched out and covered his mouth.

"Speak things, don't swear."

Ming Yi broke his hand away, glared at him angrily and shouted: "I'll just scold you, what's the matter?"

Cao Xuanhe propped his forehead with one hand, stroked his cheeks with his fingers, and asked, "Is your waist healed?"

"..."

Asking this question at this time, is stepping on a horse caring or threatening!

Ming Yi was a little timid.

It's not that he's timid, he really can't beat him, he can't run away, if he is really...

Ming Yi coughed lightly, his tone softened a bit, and he still said unkindly: "Let's talk about what happened that night."

Cao Xuanhe: "Yes."

Ming Yi couldn't suppress his anger, sat up and said, "Why didn't you say it in advance?"

Cao Xuanhe asked: "What did you say?"

Ming Yi: "Say you're not the one being bullied!"

Cao Xuanhe frowned: "Then why am I being bullied?"

Ming Yi licked his lips, and said as a matter of course: "Everywhere is similar."

Cao Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, looked at him and said, "Say it again."

"..."

This sentence is a threat again!