My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

At [-]:[-] in the evening, the living room was pitch black except for the faint fluorescence from the TV.

Cao Xuanhe leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and watched the comedy movie being played with a serious and indifferent expression.

Yes, comedy movies.

The actors inside were laughing hard, one after another kept throwing jokes out, but Cao Xuanhe didn't feel the slightest bit of funny.

I really don't know what that little ghost Ming Yi sees, he can laugh and flinch, but he has no image.

Although the movie was boring, Cao Xuanhe didn't get up, and continued to watch patiently.

Usually at this time, he would read in the study, but today he was too impetuous to read, and there was no need to sit there and deceive himself.

But sitting here, aren't you deceiving yourself?

Cao Xuanhe stared at the screen in a daze, recalling the scene when he went to the cemetery at noon.

In fact, he didn't know what his purpose in the past was, he just wanted to go and see the kid, to make sure he was safe and well.

While driving, I saw a man coming out of the flower shop with a large bouquet of flowers on the way.

Cao Xuanhe suddenly thought that he had been with Ming Yi for so long, it seemed that he had never given him any present.

Although he knew that Mingyi didn't care about these things, Cao Xuanhe still parked his car on the side of the road and walked into the flower shop.

Originally, he also wanted to buy a large bouquet of roses for Ming Yi, but by accident, he caught a glimpse of a large poster pasted in the store, which wrote the flower language of various types of flowers.

Among them, the flower language of Gypsophila is miss, miss.

Cao Xuanhe felt that it suited his state of mind at the moment, so he bought a large bunch of Gypsophila stars and sent them over.

In fact, he also knew that with Ming Yi's temperament, he would never know what Hua's secret words meant, so it was better to tell him directly.

He also knew that as long as he said what was on his mind, Ming Yi would come back happily.

But he didn't want to do that, he didn't want to keep Ming Yi trapped by his side all the time, that would be of no benefit except to satisfy his domineering possessive desire.

I don't like to make friends, it's really different, but Ming Yi is not.

Mingyi has things he likes and wants to do, as well as his family and friends.

He has a cute appearance, a cheerful personality, a simple mind, and a very righteous person. No matter who you are, you will like to be friends with him.

Thinking of this, Cao Xuanhe leaned on the back of the sofa, put his right arm on his forehead, and let out a long breath.

As soon as he thought of Mingyi hooking up with other little ghosts and acting intimately, he felt a suffocating impulse in his heart.

However, the kid has that kind of careless character, even if he is taken advantage of, he won't notice it.

The more Cao Xuanhe thought about it, the more irritable he became, he didn't even know what he wanted to do.

He obviously misses the kid very much, but he can't bear to bother him.

Rather than saying that he was angry because Ming Yi was bored, it would be better to say that he was angry with himself.

At the door of the study, Cao Zhong looked towards the living room, seeing the owner restless, not knowing what to do.

The last time I saw him like this was when Ming Yi was not there, so it happened that Ming was also there this time.

Could it be that the master is depressed because Ming Yi is not around?

The master is not a talkative person, he likes to keep everything in his heart and digest it alone.

He is also not good at words, and he doesn't know how to comfort his master.

Cao Zhong was hesitating whether to call Sister Juan or Ming Yi for help.

The owner's mobile phone screen suddenly lit up, and there was a buzzing vibration in the living room.

Cao Xuanhe lowered his eyes and glanced at the caller on the screen: Wanbaozhai

The phone call from the store, what's going on so late?

He casually picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, pressed the answer button, and paused the movie at the same time.

"Hey, daughter-in-law, miss me!"

A clear and pleasant voice came from the other end of the phone.

Cao Xuanhe's back stiffened, the corners of his tightly pursed lips raised unconsciously, and the boredom that had lingered all day instantly dissipated.

"Ah."

His voice was very flat, and there was not much joy in it.

This made Ming Yi on the other end of the phone quite dissatisfied, and frowned: "I called you, why are you not surprised at all?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Very pleasantly surprised."

Ming Yi didn't believe it: "Did I interrupt your reading?"

Usually at this time, Cao Xuanhe is always reading.

Cao Xuanhe: "No."

"Okay." Ming Yi's emotions were high at this time, so he didn't care too much.

He lay casually on the glass cabinet, with his butt pouted, with a casual posture and no image at all.

"Daughter-in-law, did you visit me in the cemetery today?"

"Did you send that bouquet of flowers?"

Cao Xuanhe raised his hand to turn off the TV, the living room was completely plunged into darkness, and the longing fermented, submerging him in it.

The man's voice became hoarse, and he asked, "Do you like it?"

"Enen." Ming nodded: "But when I was talking to you, why did you ignore me?"

"..." Cao Xuanhe didn't know how to answer.

He was indeed sulking at the time.

Is it better to recuperate in a cemetery than at home?

He even wondered if the kid's freshness towards him had passed.

Obviously she was so attached to herself before that she couldn't get rid of him no matter what, but now she wants to run back to the cemetery to hide from him.

Cao Xuanhe thought wildly, and his temper was unavoidably awkward when he passed by.

In fact, on the way back, he regretted it.

Mingming really wants Mingyi in his heart, even if he can't hug the little ghost, it's good to listen to the voice, he really doesn't know what he's doing.

Ming Yi saw that he had been silent all this time, so he couldn't help but wondered: "Daughter-in-law?"

Cao Xuanhe withdrew his thoughts, and said in a flat tone, "I didn't hear that."

"No wonder." Ming Yi breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll just say, why do you suddenly ignore me when you're so good?"

Cao Xuanhe rubbed his fingers, hiding his thoughts, and asked calmly: "Did you have fun?"

Such a question completely opened up Ming Yi's chatterbox. He told in detail about the recent chaos in the underworld, when he went out for a walk, and always encountered some bullying evil spirits, with personal swearing in it.

Cao Xuanhe listened carefully, the smile on his lips never stopped.

I feel that those well-designed jokes are not as interesting as Ming Yi's few words.

By the time Ming Yi finished speaking, it was already an hour later.

He glanced at the call time and couldn't help sighing: "Daughter-in-law, I haven't called you for a long time."

"Every time I called you before, you were very impatient, and you always hung up before saying a few words."

"At that time, in order to chat with you for a while, I really racked my brains to find topics, but no matter what I said, you ignored me. I was really worried."

The smile between Cao Xuanhe's brows and eyes deepened, and he also knew how difficult he was to get along with. If Ming Yi hadn't taken the initiative to approach him and had the cheek to stick to him, they would not have come to where they are now.

Thinking of this, Cao Xuanhe couldn't help but say, "Thanks for your hard work."

Ming Yi said indifferently: "No hard work, no hard work."

At that time, he still felt that he was alone, and chasing after his favorite daughter-in-law, how could it be hard work.

The topic ended, and one person and one ghost suddenly fell silent.

Cao Xuanhe pursed his lips, thought for a long time, and asked hesitantly, "When will you come back?"

Ming Yi: "Shouldn't you be washing up and going to bed?"

One person and one ghost made a sound at the same time.

Ming Yi heard his question and said with a smile: "What's the matter, did you miss me?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Ming Yi raised his eyebrows: "Okay, it seems that I'm being self-indulgent."

Cao Xuanhe said at the right time: "Think."

Ming Yi's brows and eyes stretched instantly, a bright smile hung on his face, and he asked, "How much do you think?"

Maybe it's because of the missing sentence stuck in his throat, so the following words don't seem so difficult to say.

"I really want to."

Ming Yi persisted: "I really want to think too much?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone again.

Ming Yi felt that he might be pushing too fast.

Cao Xuanhe is not a person who expresses his feelings easily, so if he can say that he misses himself, he probably really misses him.

Ming Yi smiled and asked, "Do you want me to go back and see you?"

The antique shop is not far from his home. It takes more than ten minutes to walk. He is a little ghost, and he floats faster. It may only be four or five minutes away.

Cao Xuanhe thought for a moment, then threw out two words: "No need."

Ming Yi frowned: "Didn't you say you miss me?"

The man's voice was a little hoarse: "I'm afraid I can't help wanting you."

Ming Yi: "..."

In a word, he instantly dispelled the idea of ​​going back.

"That's fine, it's already past nine o'clock, you should go to wash and go to bed."

Cao Xuanhe didn't speak, nor did he hang up the phone, his reluctance was obvious.

Ming Yi naturally felt it, scratched the back of his head, and clicked his tongue: "How about, I'd better go back and see you."

Anyway, he has nothing to do when he is idle.

"However, you have to promise me not to touch me."

He didn't want to be squeezed dry by Cao Xuanhe again before his body fully recovered.

Hearing this, Cao Xuanhe clenched his palms on the sofa instantly, without noticing that the sofa cover was wrinkled: "Okay."

After all, he is not a saint, and he cannot really let go and give him freedom.

After hanging up the phone, Cao Xuanhe closed his eyes, heaved a long sigh of relief, and a faint wry smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

After careful calculation, he and Ming Yi have only been separated for four or five days, and he looks like he is dying.

This kind of self is really strange enough.

He rearranged his emotions, stood up and went to the bathroom in the dark to wash up.

Ming Yi hung up the phone, intending to find curly hair and flat-headed brats, and tell them about his finding a wife.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the store, he heard a chaotic sound of cursing and shouting in the distance, some of which were Ming Yi's familiar voices.

He frowned, and ran over in doubt, surrounded by many little ghosts, Ming Yi squeezed in abruptly, and saw a few strong male ghosts riding on top of the little ghosts, punching fiercely, punching and punching. It smashed on the face of the kid below him.

As for the little ghosts under them, they are curly-haired ghosts and flat-headed ghosts.

When Ming Yi saw this, his anger rose instantly, and he shouted loudly: "You fucking stop me."

At the same time, he kicked the side of the strong male ghost closest to him, knocking the unsuspecting male ghost to the ground.

Several strong male ghosts were fighting furiously, but were interrupted by Ming Yi who appeared suddenly, Qi Qi looked at him with an unfriendly expression, and saw that it was a thin and weak little ghost, one of the male ghosts snorted softly: "Little ghost, I advise you to go as far as you can, grandpa is busy and has no time to talk to you, if you want to pretend to be a hero, don't be brave in front of us, otherwise your grandpa will beat you and your parents won't recognize you."

Ming Yi's anger was in full swing, and he didn't refute when he heard the words. He crossed his hands and moved his wrists, and at the same time turned his neck left and right, doing stretching movements before fighting.

Several strong male ghosts saw each other and looked at each other with fierce eyes.

One of the male ghosts shouted, "Beat him too!"

The little ghosts watching the theater whispered to each other, and some little ghosts who knew Ming Yi whispered to the little ghosts beside them: "These big and tall people are going to be unlucky."

Some new ghosts who didn't know Ming Yi couldn't help wondering after hearing this: "Shouldn't the unlucky one be this kid who just came here?"

"Looking at how thin and small he is, I don't know how many times he can withstand the opponent's punches."

The old ghost curled his lips and said, "Don't underestimate him."

The new ghost asked: "Does this kid have some powerful background?"

"Tsk tsk, this brat not only has a powerful background, he is also fierce himself, just look at it."

The new ghost didn't know why, but after watching it for a while, he understood what the other party meant.

This little ghost looks cute, but his movements are nimble and his shots are fierce. Facing the attacks of several tall male ghosts, he didn't panic in the slightest. Few punches.

After a while, the opponent was lying on the ground clutching his stomach and moaning in pain.

Suddenly, there were a few gasping sounds from the surroundings, and they exclaimed, "I'm going, why is this kid so powerful!"

Ming Yi stepped on the stomach of one of the strong male ghosts, rubbed his nose with a cold face, and said, "It's really annoying to always be underestimated by you."

As he spoke, he kicked the strong male ghost in the stomach, and turned his head to look at the curly-haired ghost and flat-headed ghost who got up from the ground and supported each other.

"What are you doing in a daze, call me back, how they beat you, you just call back."

With Ming Yi's backing, the curly-haired ghosts instantly gained confidence, regardless of the pain in their bodies, they raised their fists one by one, and punched those male ghosts in the face.

All of a sudden, there were cries of pain and begging for mercy in the alley.

In a corner far away, Zhang Weiyu angrily kicked the kid next to him, and cursed in a low voice: "A bunch of useless dogs!"

After being kicked so hard, the kid's facial features used to vent his pain were distorted, but he resisted not daring to make a sound.

Ever since their young master lost the things there, his temperament has become more and more uncertain. If he dared to make a sound to disturb the other party, Zhang Weiyu would probably make him die on the spot.

Originally, Zhang Weiyu wanted to come to the ghost market in the south of the city to find some trouble, but happened to meet a few curly-haired ghosts.

These little ghosts are the lackeys of Ming Yi, and Zhang Weiyu has seen them several times.

He looked around, and seeing that Ming Yi was not among them, he wanted his little brats to intentionally make trouble for them and give them a hard beating to discourage them.

Unexpectedly, just in the middle of the fight, Ming Yi, a bastard, suddenly appeared, and the situation turned upside down.

Zhang Weiyu knew that he could not show up at this time, otherwise the matter would be revealed and the grandfather who had just been re-elected would be involved.

Ming Yi didn't bring the matter to Zhang Weiyu, he only cared about his wife waiting for him at home.

After letting the curly-haired ghosts vent their anger quickly, he left with them limping.

On the way, a few little ghosts kept cursing, saying things like what a bad night tonight.

Ming Yi asked them what was going on, and the tuberculosis ghost gave a general account of the matter.

They were squatting by the side of the stall watching other little ghosts fight each other, when these strong male ghosts suddenly appeared and squatted down beside them.

Curly didn't want to cause trouble, so he called a few other friends to prepare to leave, but the strong male ghosts suddenly made an attack, saying that the crew-haired and tuberculosis glared at them sideways, and insisted on curly apologizing.

The curly hair can play with Ming Yi, so naturally they are not muddy.

In this way, the two sides had a dispute and started fighting directly.

After hearing this, Ming Yi frowned: "Now these brats are really getting more and more arrogant."

The curly-haired ghost gasped and echoed vaguely: "Yeah, it's just too much."

Ming Yi saw that all of them had bruised noses and swollen faces, and felt distressed and funny: "I'm sorry, I'm to blame for what happened tonight."

If he had been there at that time, the curly hair would not have been beaten so badly.

Ming Yi was also unambiguous, took out his mobile phone, and sent a red envelope to each of the little ghosts, saying: "You guys go back to recuperate first, I will patrol around by myself tonight."

The curly-haired ghosts grinned in pain, and didn't intend to force it, so they said goodbye to Ming Yi and left together.

Ming Yi looked at their distant backs, looked away, and suddenly thought that it had been a long time since he hung up the phone, and his wife must be waiting at home.

He didn't dare to stay any longer, and rushed towards Cao Xuanhe's house quickly.