Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Huang Po handed him an invitation card, and then Song Yan and his group were led to live in an ordinary suite in the restaurant, with three bedrooms and one living room, which was just enough.

"I ordered something and it will be delivered upstairs in a while. We've had enough. Let's go to rest first to beat the jet lag."

Song Yan was talking, opened the suitcase, and took out the food prepared for Song Yan and Tingting for later use.

The girl Gui Tingting is easy to feed, and a piece of ghost food snacks can fill her up. After eating a piece, she floated back to sleep in the jar in Song Yan's backpack.

Mu Xiutuo looked at Song Yan carefully making Wufang sweet water for him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, obediently waiting to be fed.

After the doorbell rang, old man Song dismissed the waiter and went to push the dining car in.

After he and Mrs. Huang had a big meal, they went back to their rooms to sleep. According to the time they spent visiting the country, it was only three o'clock in the morning.

It has been nearly four months since the end of the new year. Apart from staying in the extreme south for a month, they spent the rest of the time traveling from south to north, visiting foreign continents one stop at a time, from the extreme south to the extreme north, just the aurora I've seen you two or three times.

After calculating that the time was almost the same, they asked the dark alliance in China to help book a flight ticket a few days ago and flew directly to the capital.

Except for staying in the hotel this time, they used fake IDs. They used real ones before, but with the means of the dark alliance, the same family has no authority to find out the whereabouts of Song Yan and Mu Xiu.

"You watch TV first, I'll take a shower."

After Song Yan finished eating, he rubbed Mu Xiu's hair, got up and walked to the room where they lived.

Coming from the airport, he took off the long-sleeved trousers that he hadn't had time to change into. Song Yan turned on the shower head, and water sprayed from the top of his head.

He rubbed his chest, and after getting off the plane, his chest felt an inexplicable soreness. It didn't seem like a pathological pain, but a reaction that would only be reflected by the soul's traction to his body.

Song Yan raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, the imprint of Twilight City appeared between his brows, his eyes were deep blue, and his complexion was much paler than ordinary people, he didn't look like a living person at all, compared to the ghost king in his family. Also like a ghost.

"Knock knock" twice, Mu Xiu's voice came from outside the room, "Yanyan, have you finished washing, it's been 10 minutes."

As far as Mu Xiu knows, Song Yan will not take a bath for more than 10 minutes unless he takes a bath. He can hear the sound of water splashing inside, which means that Song Yan is not taking a bath. I couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Right away," Song Yan turned off the water, pulled the towel to dry himself quickly, changed into his pajamas, and opened the door to come out.

Mu Xiu took a step closer, looked at the person carefully, then held Song Yan's hand, and they walked to the bed and sat down.

Mu Xiu and Song Yan stared at each other, "Is it because you feel uncomfortable after sitting on the plane for a long time?"

During their time abroad, Song Yan's blue pupils rarely appeared, but whenever they did, it was when Song Yan's emotional and physical condition was unstable.

Song Yan shook his head lightly, "Probably not."

He turned his head to look out the window, and the imprint of Twilight City reappeared between his brows, "The Yin family...the Yin family's clan should be here."

He felt the wailing from the blood, which was transmitted to him through the city lord's seal and blood.

Looking away from the window, Song Yan slowly leaned on Mu Xiu's shoulder, closed his eyes, and the imprint between his brows was covered by a layer of clear light. After more than ten minutes, Song Yan opened his eyes, the imprint disappeared, and the change in the color of his eyes also disappeared. up.

"I put water for you, you go and wash."

Song Yan patted Mu Xiu on the back, sat up straight, looked at Mu Xiu's still hesitant appearance, and kissed Mu Xiu's cheek again, "I'm fine...I'll wait for you."

Mu Xiu tilted his head and kissed Song Yan's cheek, "I'll wash up soon and come to accompany you."

"Okay," Song Yan nodded in agreement.

He stopped when he was about to get up, and let Mu Xiu continue to kiss him on the lips.

Mu Xiu went to take a warm medicinal bath, Song Yan pulled their suitcases in, packed them, and waited for Mu Xiu.

The door of the bathroom was always open, which did not affect their conversation, and Song Yan could even be seen walking in the direction where Mu Xiu was lying.

In the first four or five days of their arrival in the capital, Song Yan and his party never left their room. They ate and slept, woke up to watch TV, read books, deal with some errands, and continued to sleep when the time came.

They were originally nerds, and after wandering outside for so long, they really didn't want to go anywhere in a short time.

Woke up this day, Song Yan turned on the computer to deal with the affairs of the dark alliance, and Mu Xiu used the tablet to flip through the photos taken during their trip, one of which was him and Song Yan embracing and looking at each other in a busy street, the old man Song took a snapshot of them down.

"This one looks good," Tingting squatted beside Mu Xiu, looking at the photo together.

Turning over another one, Tingting nodded again, "This one looks good too."

The back view of Song Yan and Mu Xiu walking hand in hand by the willow bank at dusk.

"This one looks better..." Song Yan stretched out his hand to catch the snow by the window, his whole body seemed to merge with the vast snow field outside the window.

After looking through all the photos, Mu Xiu still couldn't decide which one to use as his phone screen saver. In his heart, every photo of Song Yan looked good, so it was difficult to choose.

Song Yan came over and rubbed Mu Xiu's hair, "Just this one, Mr. Tan and Mu Sheng are here."

"This one?" Mu Xiu held up the tablet for Song Yan to see. This one was taken by Mu Xiu himself in the hotel room. Song Yan didn't pay attention and took it when he threw himself on the bed. Full of ambiguity.

He didn't show Tingting a closer look at this photo just now, so he just swiped over it. He didn't think that Song Yan would just point at it and leave it alone.

"Change one," Song Yan said, and put his hand on Mu Xiu's earlobe, and gently squeezed it.

"Okay," Mu Xiu nodded immediately, and put away the tablet. He planned to find time to pick up seven tablets and use them seven days a week.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu went back to their room and changed their clothes, while Huang Po and Song Old Man packed up their remaining luggage, then checked out, and waited at the entrance of the hotel until Mu Sheng personally came to pick up the car.

"How are you and Master Song doing?"

Tan Lao, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned around and asked Mu Xiu and Song Yan who had just gotten into the car.

"Very good," Mu Xiu replied, but his eyes were still looking at Song Yan, shining brightly. This "very good" came from the heart, without any exaggeration.

"Didi!" Mu Shengduo honked the horn twice, and an oncoming car in front suddenly diverted to the front, blocking their way.

"I'll go down and ask," Mr. Tan looked forward, the car door hadn't been opened yet, two people had already got off from the car blocking their way, and it was Zhou Lu who represented his father to Haohui to attend an important meeting.

With a casual glance, he actually saw Song Yan boarding the car at the door of his Zhou's Hotel, and he hadn't known about it before.

The middle-aged butler beside him was too ashamed to look up, Zhou Lu and his personal bodyguards had already got out of the car.

"When did City Lord Song come to the capital? I don't know."

Zhou Lu stood in front of Song Yan's car window, his eyes fell on Song Yan's side face, his pupils dilated and shrunk for an instant, and then returned to normal.

Hearing this, Song Yan turned his head to look at Zhou Lu, his eyes were light and devoid of any emotion, as if they didn't know each other.

At this time, Mu Xiu raised his hand and tapped on the back of the front seat, Mu Sheng understood, the car made a sharp turn, stopped for a while, and immediately started to leave the Haohui Hotel area.

Zhou Lu raised his hand, the expression on his face was unconcealable astonishment, he already knew Mu Xiu's identity, but he didn't expect that as the real owner of Mu Xiu's secret alliance, he would be so unpretentious.

"It's just a monster with neither human nor ghost!"

Zhou Lu withdrew his hand and stared at the car that was about to disappear at the end of the street.

"He is not qualified to let Yan Yan take care of him."

Mu Xiu said it as a matter of course, and held Song Yan's hand again, frowning slightly. He didn't like the way Zhou Lu looked at Song Yan before.

"Well," Song Yan glanced at Mu Xiu, nodded slightly, he clasped Mu Xiu's hand tightly, and didn't think there was anything wrong with Mu Xiu's handling just now.

He didn't have any affection for Zhou Lu who ruined his ghost whip and backpack, and he didn't want to talk to him at first.

The car drove out of the northern suburbs, then across the entire capital, and stopped in front of a private manor in the southern suburbs. The iron gate opened, and the people brought by Mu Sheng had already tidied up the manor.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu went to Haohui to experience the high-end hotels in China for one reason, and then went there to find the "old ghost". He and Mu Xiu speculated that there must be a warlock behind the old ghost, otherwise it would be impossible Handle the traces so cleanly.

And this time, [-]% of the warlocks who came to the capital lived in Haohui. Song Yan and Mu Xiu lived there for the past few days, and these people have been excluded. .

"Mr. Mu, Master Song!"

Two rows of men and women lined up beside the iron gate, some were members of the secret alliance, and some were sent from the Mu family to take care of Mu Xiu and Song Yan's daily life, and there might be a banquet later on, these people are also indispensable of.

Mu Xiu pulled Song Yan away, then raised his hand to let these people disperse, what should they do.

Pausing in his footsteps, Mu Xiu turned his head to look at the two male servants who followed.

"After the luggage is put away, you can find Mu Sheng to reassign the job. It's enough for you, Master Song, to take care of me."

Warlock families all respect the old-fashioned fashion, and the masters in the family will have personal servants and bodyguards without exception. In the past, Muxiu was more used to the old-fashioned customs, but seeing that one of the two servants was for his family Song Yan, he just I don't like it anymore.

The two male servants looked slightly astonished, but quickly restrained themselves and said yes.

Huang Po and Old Man Song also lived next door to Song Yan and Mu Xiu. They trusted Song Yan, Mu Xiu, and themselves more than the protection provided by Mu's family.

"Leave things alone, we will sort them out ourselves."

Song Yan opened his mouth to remind, and looked at the male servant who wanted to help them pack their luggage.

"Yes," the two male servants said yes, bowed again, and then exited Song Yan Muxiu's room.

"What's wrong with Yan Yan? Don't you like this place?"

Mu Xiu saw that Song Yan was still looking at the door, with thoughtful eyes, and he leaned slightly closer to Song Yan's cheek.

He has been with Song Yan for a long time, and he doesn't like people always dangling in front of his eyes. There are many things within his power, and he and Song Yan can do it by themselves.

Song Yan turned his head to look at Mu Xiu, then turned sideways, hugged Mu Xiu, and whispered, "I can't say I like it, and I can't say I don't like it, as long as you're here."

Where there is Mu Xiu, it is difficult for him to hate him.

But relatively speaking, he still prefers Ninetowns and their own home.

"I was just wondering... how the Mu family thinks of this meeting."

In the past three years, they have considered and guarded against other warlock families a lot, but they haven't done much thinking about the Mu family's hidden family and ordinary people's family.

The basic precautions for the trip to the Antarctic were other families, worried that they would use Mu's bloodline to connect with Mu Xiu and endanger Mu Xiu.

"They? It doesn't matter what they think." Mu Xiu didn't have a strong sense of belonging to the Mu family, and the previous patriarchs were fairly obedient, but the expectations they placed on him had long since surpassed what they originally deserved.

"Hmm..." Song Yan responded softly, rubbing Mu Xiu's back, "It's because I'm thinking too much."

Mu's luck is linked with Mu Xiu's, and both are damaged. They have no reason to harm Mu Xiu.