A thousand-year-old corpse fell in love with me

The next day, Feng Yang left the villa and went to work in the company.

Ping Haoan was imprisoned in the room and couldn't get out at all.

Although he can't get out of this room, his hands and feet are not bound, at least he can take a shower and go to the toilet.

Thinking back to falling asleep in bed last night, he felt uncomfortable all over.

I don't know if the corpse in the ice coffin has corpse poison, but he touched it yesterday!

Thinking of this, Ping Hao'an couldn't help it anymore, feeling itchy everywhere, he jumped up from the bed and went straight to the bathroom.

As soon as he took off his shirt, he saw a bruise mark on his chest. Feng Yang's kick was really ruthless.

While filling the bathtub, Ping Haoan found a bottle of bubble bath.

Hey, I didn't expect Feng Yang to be a sullen person, and he actually likes bubble baths for girls.

Ping Haoan, who had never used this thing before, was a little curious, so he poured this bottle of bubble bath into the bathtub.

As the water hits the bathtub, the bubbles inside quickly overflow.

Ping Hao'an jumped in without hesitation, and had a great time playing, as if he had become a three-year-old child.

But I forgot that there is a saying that extreme joy begets sorrow.

Just when he had finished playing and was about to come out to wash it, the soles of his feet slipped and fell hard on the tiles, his forehead just hit the frame of the shelf.

At this time, Feng Yang was having a meeting in the office to sort out the report for this quarter.

At this moment, he felt a pain in his forehead and subconsciously raised his hand to cover it.

The warm liquid soaked his palms, Feng Yang stood up from his chair abruptly, and said to the astonished vice president: "You will preside over the next meeting."

After finishing speaking, he rushed out of the meeting room, and blood just spilled from between his fingers at this moment.

He quickly went to the office to get a towel, pressed his bleeding forehead, then took the exclusive elevator to the underground garage, and flew back to the villa.

Because of the blood loss, he felt dizzy in his brain. Although this body is not the main body, it has all the perceptions.

What is that guy Ping Hao'an doing? Could it be that he couldn't think about committing suicide?

But no matter how you look at it, the other party doesn't look like a little white rabbit with a fragile heart.

After returning to the villa, Feng Yang teleported into the room. The room was empty, and Ping Hao'an was not seen.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Feng Yang quickly walked over.

As he opened the bathroom door, he saw Ping Haoan sitting on the floor tiles, buried up to his chest by a pile of bubbles, grinning and holding his forehead to inhale.

"What are you doing!" Feng Yang raged.

Ping Hao'an retched, thinking it must be a concussion, seeing Feng Yang's fierce look, he said in a vicious voice: "Can't you see that I fell down!"

Feng Yang wanted to kill this idiot now.

Walking into the bathroom, Feng Yang picked up Ping Hao'an roughly, and then sprayed him with the shower regardless of whether it was cold water or hot water.

Ping Hao'an was so angry that he screamed and bared his teeth and claws, making Feng Yang's whole body drenched.

Feng Yang had never seen such a finished thing, after carrying the person out, he called for cleaning, then picked up Ping Hao'an and went to the next room.

Lying on the bed again, Ping Hao'an was honest, but his eyes lingered on Feng Yang's forehead.

Resisting the urge to kill, Feng Yang took out the medicine kit from the coat closet and bandaged the fool's wound.

The cotton swab hurt Ping Hao'an's wound, causing him to grin his teeth, and Feng Yang's face also showed slight changes.

"Tongsheng?" Ping Hao'an guessed, as early as yesterday's kick, he should have discovered Feng Yang's abnormality.

"Shut up!" Feng Yang gritted his teeth.

Ping Hao'an suddenly laughed out loud, like crazy.

Feng Yang's complexion was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"You don't need to be complacent, I have all the means to make you immortal, so you don't have to think about threatening me with this." Feng Yang can see at a glance that Ping Hao'an's villain's ambition.

Ping Hao'an withdrew his smile, his whole body exudes a strong sense of fearlessness, "You can try it."

Feng Yang didn't want to do this at first, but Ping Hao'an wanted to kill himself, so there was nothing he could do.

He held Ping Hao'an's head with one hand, ready to seal his soul and leave his body as a puppet, so that no one would threaten him.

But the next moment, his expression changed dramatically.

"You, who are you!" Feng Yang turned pale with shock, the other party has no soul?

How is this possible, everything in the world has a soul, unless it is a ghost clan, but the ghost clan has obvious characteristics, Ping Hao'an is indeed a human being.

Ping Hao'an patted Feng Yang's hand away, "Why, I'm surprised, I want to know why, but I won't tell you!"

"Then I'll tie you up!" Feng Yang gritted his teeth.

"If you dare to tie me up, I will go on a hunger strike!" Ping Haoan raised his head like a small beast in battle.

An hour later, the two showed up at a restaurant.

Because they all have a piece of gauze on their foreheads, they are very conspicuous, but everyone who passes by them pays attention to them.

"I can't even get a private room." Ping Hao'an was disgusted with the environment of the hall while eating.

"I'm just a businessman!" Feng Yang gritted his teeth, businessmen are often restricted.

After spitting out the chicken bones on the table, Ping Haoan ordered: "Another plate of roast duck."

"Can you still eat it?" Feng Yang looked at the debris on the table. Is this guy a Pixiu or a gluttonous form?

"It's no exaggeration to say that if you take this table and roast it and sprinkle some chili powder and cumin, I can eat it." Ping Haoan wiped his mouth.

"Eat, eat hard, just don't make me starve to death!" Feng Yang snorted coldly, and called the waiter to continue ordering.

After Ping Haoan ate another plate of roast duck, his stomach felt better.

He was able to eat since he was a child, and his father always teased him about it, but as the son of an ancient demon god, it is normal for him to be able to eat.

After the meal, Ping Hao'an gritted his teeth, "I know you must have a secret, it's okay if you want me to cooperate with you."

"Let's talk about your conditions." Feng Yang knew that Ping Hao'an must have something to say.

The corners of Ping Haoan's eyes curled up, "Smart, I will say one thing in the future, you can't say two, you have to enshrine me as your ancestor, and I don't need to say more about the internship results."

Feng Yang's back molars are bleeding from grinding, he is a Tai Sui this year, "You're dreaming!"

"Then please ask grandpa to tell grandma to bless me. If one day I can't think about it and commit suicide, remember to prepare another coffin for myself." Ping Hao'an will not give up this opportunity, he will toss Fengyang well and report His captivity.

"Ping Hao'an, don't go too far, I can give you full marks for your internship results, but if you want to blackmail me for other things, even if you die, I won't agree to it!" Feng Yang said angrily.

Seeing that Feng Yang's eyeballs were bleeding, Ping Hao'an was suddenly worried. His father said that Tongsheng seemed to be restricted by both parties.