Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan and Mu Xiu finished dinner, no more, no less, it took 10 minutes.

This little time also allowed Xu Hong and Song Yan who came to sort out their thoughts and moods.

Song Yan got up and walked to the kitchen, and poured a glass of water for himself and Mu Xiu. As for Xu Hong and the other two men, he didn't bother. With their identities, it was absolutely impossible for them to drink the water in his house.

Sipping a sip of water into his throat, Song Yan looked at Xu Hong and told him that before he ran away in a panic eight years ago, he had no time to express to them directly, "I won't sell my kidney, not for how much money."

He didn't know much about Xu's family, but he also knew that they must be rich. With their financial resources, they could find someone who could match them and willingly sell their kidneys to them, but he would never be among those people.

Eight years ago, his body could not be called healthy, and without another kidney, his instinct told him that he would die.Now his health is much better, but he also has a reason to live longer.

Xu Hong's eyes turned away from the budding flowers and plants in the courtyard. He looked at Song Yan with cold and unpredictable eyes, but there was still a little emotion leaked out, a little surprised, a little clear, and a little ironic.

He ignored what Song Yan told him, and directly stated the purpose of his search, with a certain and natural tone.

"Clean up, I will personally send you abroad in two days, after this... don't come back again."

"Going abroad..." Song Yan groaned these two words, raised his eyes, and looked at Xu Hong again. He was a little surprised by his intentions, but he also felt a sense of relief.

Being coveted by a powerful force for his body organs all the time, Song Yan had nightmares about it for a long time.

Song Yan shook his head lightly, his tone was still calm, "I don't want to go, and besides, you have no right to decide where I go, and you can't decide."

"My name is Song Yan. I didn't have anything to do with you in the past, and I will in the future. Isn't that enough?"

They abandoned him for some reason and there was no relationship anymore.

When he was young, he searched from south to north. His original intention was just to know his own name, but the experience of Qiuyun City and Xiaohe Town let him know that the name is not that important to him. Approval from anyone and family is required.

Song Yan is still able to maintain his calm until now, which is beyond Xu Hong's expectation. He thought that Song Yan would be hysterical when he saw him, and would keep questioning him, but no, Song Yan's calm came from his heart, not a forced act. Show him.

On this point, Xu Hong had to admit that many people were not as good as Song Yan.

"You should have discovered that I am different from eight years ago. If you force me, I will always have a way to make you pay the price."

Song Yan raised his eyes to look at Xu Hong, his tone was as steady as before, but the sharpness in his eyes could not be missed, he was never a soft persimmon that anyone could pinch.

Huang Po has a saying that you are not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet.

And Xu Hong's colder and more menacing gaze in an instant gave Song Yan some guesses and associations.

He and Xu Hong looked at each other without any wavering, the corners of their mouths were slightly raised, and a sneer appeared on Song Yan's face.

"If you want to send me away, you are still afraid of me, so you should know that I can do it."

They were afraid of him, so afraid that they chose to abandon him, and they were afraid that if they found him now, they would send him away far away.

Xu Hong narrowed his eyes, and the cold and stern aura around him suddenly subsided, and this just showed that Song Yan poked him at the real point of anger, and it was the first time in his life that he received such a naked and straightforward threat.

"Are you threatening me?" Xu Hong looked at Song Yan. At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew over the skin of his jugular artery, giving him the feeling of being pointed at his throat by a sharp knife.

Subconsciously, Xu Hong took a step back, and the two men in black suits took a step forward, and their eyes on Song Yan became deeper and deeper.Not only Xu Hong felt the murderous intent, but also these two extraordinary men.

Song Yan nodded lightly, without denying it, "That's right, I'm just threatening you, it's just death."

Song Yan's eyes were slightly turned away from Xu Hong's face, and he looked at the half of the waterway and river beach outside the yard that was dyed red by the setting sun. There was a little tenderness in his expression, but his words were not in that way.

"Death... is not terrible, it can also be another beginning, I think... that would be more interesting, wouldn't it?"

They didn't choose to kill him directly when he was born, or they still had a little kindness, but they were more afraid.

People are always restricted by the rules of modern society, but there are not so many rules when they are ghosts.

Song Yan said that he didn't hold Mu Xiu's hand, but quietly squeezed it tightly.

After Qiu Yunshi came back, he made preparations for the Xu family's arrival, but these preparations were only psychological preparations, and now he couldn't guarantee that Xu Hong would be scared.

Xu Hong stared at Song Yan, both surprised and confused. For a certain moment, he completely agreed with his father's words.

Song Yan is that child who shouldn't exist, he was born to completely destroy their Xu family.

Taking a deep breath, before Xu Hong could give further instructions to the two young men in black suits, three black cars stopped on the grass in front of Song Yan's house one after another.

There were 12 people getting off from the three cars, headed by an old man and a young man in his thirties, and the others were dressed in old-fashioned long gowns.

The courtyard door was not closed, but the old man still bowed slightly, and knocked on the door frame twice.

"I'm sorry to disturb Master Song's hospitality, but there are some things that you need to deal with immediately."

Looking at Song Yan, he was no stranger to the old man. They had just completed a deal a few days ago, but the reason why he brought so many people here was definitely not because of that single deal, but... because Xu Hong appeared at his home .

Is that... a call from Po Huang next door?

Song Yan guessed, Tan Guang's eyes met Mu Xiu's, his head lowered, and he raised his hand to lead people closer.

"We have met Lord Song," the 12 people including Tan Guang bowed to Song Yan who was sitting, their tone of voice and body posture were completely bowed, as if they had called Song Yan like this and bowed to him already. It's a very skillful and natural thing to do.

Song Yan continued to stare for a while, then he whispered, "Wait a moment."

"Yes," Tan Guang and the others got up, and then stood two rows beside Song Yan, forming an overwhelming suppression with Xu Hong and the other three.

"Lord Song... Mr. Tan gave up the offerings in the capital and came back to Nine Cities because of him?"

Xu Hong's eyes moved away from Song Yan's face and fell on Tan Guang. He clenched his fists slightly, already aware that he was late.

In what Song Yan told him before, there was no bluff. He is different from eight years ago or 18 years ago. He has already gone to the opposite side of the Xu family, and he is capable of carrying out the words he threatened him.

Song Yan's calm is not only due to his state of mind, but also because of his confidence, the confidence these people gave him!

Tan Guang smiled and said nothing, but it was tantamount to acquiescing.

Xu Hong's gaze fell back to Song Yan, stared deeply, turned and left from the courtyard of Song Yan's house, and the other two men in black suits followed in his footsteps.

The car started, and they quickly left the Hejiao area of ​​Xiaohe Town. Two people from Tan Guang's side also drove after leaving the hospital. They would follow Xu Hong until he completely left the Jiucheng area.

Xu Hong left, and before Song Yansong could take a breath, Tan Guang and a young man knelt down on one knee to Song Yan and Mu Xiu again.

"Tan Guang, Mu Sheng pays respects to Mr. Mu and Master Song."

Song Yan suddenly realized, he turned his head to look at Mu Xiu who had been silent all this time, the reason Tan Guang brought so many people here was not because of the possible phone call from the lady next door, but because of Mu Xiu, the Mr. Mu they called.

"Get up, I will tell Yan Yan myself about the rest."

Mu Xiu waved his hands to Tan Guang and Mu Sheng, they stood up, bowed again, and immediately led the rest of them away from Song Yan's small courtyard.

Song Yan had always known that he knew too little about Mu Xiu, so he wouldn't be really scared at this time.

When those people left, the tense expression on Song Yan's face relaxed a little, he took the initiative to hug Mu Xiu, and said softly, "Thank you, Mu Xiu, thank you..."

Eight years ago, Mu Xiu rescued him. He was not found by the Xu family in Xiaohe Town for eight years, so he must have been protected by Mu Xiu. Now that the Xu family has found him again, it is Mu Xiu who protected him again.

In addition to this thank you, he didn't know what other words to express his gratitude.

"There is no need for thanks between Yanyan and me."

Mu Xiu hugged Song Yan back with some distress, and patted Song Yan's back with his hands, continuing to soothe Song Yan's uneasiness.

They hugged each other quietly until the evening sun set completely, and the night wind blew Song Yan's hair.

Song Yan regained his senses for a while, got up from Mu Xiu's shoulder, and the expression on his face completely returned to the calmness of the past.

"Let's go back to the room and continue talking about what you want to tell me."

"Okay," Mu Xiu nodded, but then turned his head and kissed Song Yan on the lips.

After closing the courtyard door, and then closing the door on the first floor, Song Yan and Mu Xiu returned to the bedroom on the second floor.

Song Yan went to wash his hair and take a shower first, and after he came out and waited for his hair to dry, they lay down together on the bed.

"Said in a dream?" Song Yan looked at Mu Xiu, approached slowly, and consciously fell into Mu Xiu's arms.

Mu Xiu didn't respond, he kissed Song Yan's forehead lightly, and after the kiss, his lips didn't move away, but continued to kiss Song Yan's face softly.

He seemed to be engraving Song Yan's facial features and aura with his lips, implanting distress and joy into his soul bit by bit.

Song Yan closed his eyes, and there was no sign of resistance or rejection in his expression. When Mu Xiu kissed his neck little by little, he fell into a deep sleep.

It's good to be with Mu Xiu, Song Yan thought before falling asleep.

Mu Xiu raised his head from the side of Song Yan's neck, and another soft kiss fell on Song Yan's lips. He hugged her, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

This night, he didn't fall asleep, Mu Xiu just hugged Song Yan and let him have a good sleep.

After worrying for eight years, this is the most solid sleep Song Yan has ever slept in, without worry, fear, or nightmare.

At about seven o'clock, Song Yan woke up, slowly opened his eyes, and gradually saw Mu Xiu's appearance in his eyes, a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and leaned closer, he gently kissed Mu Xiu's cheek.

Lips moved, Song Yan continued to look at Mu Xiu's sleeping face for a while, and then carefully got up from Mu Xiu's arms.

But before Song Yan continued to carefully get out of bed, an arm crossed his lower abdomen, picked him up, and trapped him directly between his arms.

"Yan Yan, morning."

As Mu Xiu spoke, he began to ask for kisses that he often had in the early morning. With his eyes closed, he accurately found Song Yan's lips, rubbed, kissed, entangled, and the morning kisses lasted longer and longer each time.

Song Yan squinted his eyes, restrained his increasingly restless heartbeat, and accompanied Mu Xiu to explore such a touch.