The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

The business was settled. Meng Qinglang took the contract. Manager Liu gave him two days to look at it. It happened to be signed on Monday. Old man Feng naturally stayed with Manager Liu for dinner. The two are now in a cooperative relationship, and they feel a lot closer. He stayed without excuse.

There was nothing at home, and Meng Qinglang was going to buy some. Manager Liu originally said that he would call someone to deliver it, but Meng Qinglang insisted on picking it himself. Many chefs had requirements for raw materials, so Manager Liu didn't insist. In fact, Meng Qinglang just I want to buy the "offering" for the evening by the way.

He still has a sense of absurdity now, why did he suddenly provoke an inexplicable ghost king?I don't know if I will come tonight.

Wandering around the vegetable market, Meng Qinglang always thought of the evening "offering" in his mind, and then he would think of the Eight Immortals table, pig's head, roasted whole lamb, peaches, incense... Do you want to buy him some ingots to burn?

Meng Qinglang didn't know what to offer, he just asked him not to trouble himself again after this meal, he bought two chickens, cut some spare ribs and asked for two fish, one of them always suits his wishes Well, just add a few more vegetarian dishes.

Old man Feng looked at the large table of afternoon dishes, and wrinkled his face with a smile: "Eat at noon, eat in the afternoon, I am really lucky today."

Meng Qinglang gave him some shredded carrots: "The oil is too much, your heart is not good, you will be vegetarian tomorrow."

Old man Feng smacked his lips, and what he said was true. When you are old, you have to pay attention to your health. It’s good to eat some vegetarian food. The vegetarian food made by Meng Boy is also delicious. He picked up a piece of chicken leg for Muying and another piece for himself. For the pork ribs, pull the shredded carrots to the side of the bowl, and start eating vegetarian tomorrow.

Meng Qinglang pretended not to see anything.

At night, Old Man Feng went to bed early, and Mu Ying also went to bed under the threat of Meng Qinglang's "not growing tall". Meng Qinglang waited until twelve o'clock and poured "Wangqing" into the well. Different, this is a warm as soothing smell, calming people, even blanking the mind.

Meng Qinglang let the buggies who were onlookers go away, moved a small table and chairs to the well, yawned and stood alone in the night wind, waiting for the ghost king who only wanted to be enshrined. After shaking, I woke up again, looked at my watch, only 5 minutes had passed.

The waking and boring late night was too long, Meng Qinglang was a little tired, set the alarm clock, sat down on the chair, and fell asleep unconsciously.

At two o'clock in the morning, Meng Qinglang seemed a little cold, curled up and hugged his head, and sneezed in his sleep.

The ghost king wearing a mask stood aside and looked down at him, frowning, leaned over and hugged him into the bedroom, settled Meng Qinglang, covered him with a thin quilt, and stood by the bed with his arms folded, as if he was a little angry. Taking off the mask, a handsome face was revealed, with a straight nose bridge and heroic eyebrows. If Meng Qinglang was awake, he would be able to recognize it at a glance. This is the Xi Yan who the whole network shouted to give him a monkey.

Xi Yan looked at him for a while, then lightly touched his brows with his index finger, Meng Qinglang's frowning brows immediately relaxed because he was not sleeping well, and he fell into a deep sleep. Print a kiss.

After taking the interest, the corners of Xi Yan's mouth turned up slightly, and he seemed to be in a much better mood. He touched his flat stomach, but his face showed grievances, and his eyes were fixed on Meng Qinglang's thin pink lips...

The next day, Meng Qinglang yawned and suddenly felt that something was wrong. He touched his slightly warm lips with his fingers, and looked at it with his mobile phone.

Meng Qinglang licked his lower lip. Some people seem to have improved their kissing skills in recent years... Meng Qinglang was suddenly a little upset, and opened Weibo.

#Xi Yan Yang Yunlan Love Exposure#

Meng Qinglang clicked open with a cold face——Entertainment Bobobobo V: #西燕杨云兰恋情解量# "Ancient Costume Love" No.30 four episodes started broadcasting, the male chairman Yan and the female lead Yang Yunlan appeared on the No.18 Huaguo TV Festival, with a face.

【match! 】

[Mom, the cp I created is about to come true! 】

[Yyl rubbed my brother's heat just after climbing the first line, don't be ashamed, your gossip boy xz is crying! 】

[I refuted the rumors with xz, okay? 】

【Ah, ah, the male god is so handsome wsl】

Xi Yan's Little Tail v: #西燕杨云兰恋情感览#I ran into my brother and Yang Yunlan in a hotel! ! !The hotel ≈ official announcement, the cp I made is true!狗头狗头狗头.jpg, photo attached, Director Qian next to him and other staff of "Love in Ancient Costume" are a little annoying (dog head), I love you all, thank you for inviting my brother to cooperate in such a good-looking ancient costume time-travel drama!love~

[Scared me to death, I thought I was broken in love again_(:з」∠)_]

[To be honest, the label on Yang Yunlan's vase hasn't been cleaned completely, so it's really not good enough for my brother]

[Suspected of misleading, please delete. 】

[Blue fans, don't pretend to be cp fans and touch my brother, can you?My brother said that there is someone he likes, and he is waiting for her. Please turn left to sz and ly to choose for your gossip. 】

[Don't start a war with Brother Yong, please?We have clarified. 】

[Same persuasion to delete, besides, it makes me sour to think of my brother's first love. 】

【Another day of lemon essence possession...】

[I really hope that the person Brother Xi loves will not show up, so that I can be a girlfriend fan happily, but thinking of my brother being so affectionate, I feel so distressed, hey, forget it, I wish my brother finds his true life as soon as possible, true love girlfriend Fan is so humble_(:з」∠)_]

Meng Qinglang looked through the reply layers of "Meng Qinglang's first love" and "Meng Qinglang has someone he likes", but he didn't find any information. He seldom goes to Weibo, and only watches for entertainment. Watching Xi Yan's show, I really don't know where his affectionate personality comes from.

Meng Qinglang thought for a while, then typed in the comment box—is Xi Yan's first love the one he likes?

After looking at the phone for a while, I deleted every word.

Meng Qinglang turned off the phone and rubbed his face. By the way, how did he sleep back on the bed?Meng Qinglang glanced at the intact dishes in the system's backpack, the ghost king didn't come yesterday?

The dishes in the system are still freshly out of the pot, steaming hot, and Meng Qinglang can't take them out out of thin air, so it's better to add some ingredients and save them for later.

It was a rare thing for him to sleep late this morning. It was almost 09:30. Meng Qinglang got up, washed up, changed into clothes, and headed to the law firm he had agreed with. The contract Rong Dingzhai gave was fine. After a few details, Manager Liu brought people to sign the contract early on Monday morning, and also brought a pastry chef along the way to learn the craft from Meng Qinglang.

With Rong Dingzhai's dividends, Meng Qinglang dreamed of making a fortune and had a good night's sleep, but woke up in the middle of the night from the cold. When he opened his eyes, he saw the black mask of a certain ghost king, and the dog with Angry eyes.

Meng Qinglang blinked and closed it.

As long as I pretend to sleep, reality is just a dream.

This dream was punctured by the breath of a certain ghost king who was too close to ignore, and Meng Qinglang had to open his eyes.

The ghost king put his hands on his neck, his eyes were blurred, like a close lover who was about to kiss.

"Well... are you up first?"

"What did I say?"

His voice was hoarse, his speech was a little slow and lazy, and with his slightly dazed eyes, he seemed... drunk.

Meng Qinglang pushed his chest: "Get up first."

"You forgot me," his voice could not conceal the grievance, and his eyes became more confused, as if acting like a baby, the whole ghost lay on Meng Qinglang's body and buried his face on the side of his neck, "You lost me."

Drunk no doubt.

The ghost's body was light and not heavy, but Meng Qinglang was not used to such a close distance, he frowned and pushed him, but it was like pushing a thousand catties of iron, and he remained motionless.

Meng Qinglang endured the discomfort and discussed with him: "Shall we get up first?"

"No," he rubbed his head on Meng Qinglang's shoulder, "I said, if you don't give me food, I'll eat—you, there was no food that day, so—"

Meng Qinglang felt a big cool hand penetrate into his pajamas, stretching all the way up his waist and abdomen. It was very itchy. Meng Qinglang trembled unpreparedly, his hairs stood on end, raised his knee, and kicked him. Went out: "Are you sick!"

What kind of ghost king, what kind of power, go to hell, sexual harassment, does he want to get out and reincarnate? !

A certain ghost king didn't seem to have reacted yet, so he sat on the spot, touched his armor that had been cracked by kicks, and looked up at Meng Qinglang in disbelief: "You hit me..."

Meng Qinglang not only wanted to beat him, but also sent him to vote... Wait, why does this aggrieved voice sound familiar?

"You don't love me anymore..."

Meng Qinglang narrowed his eyes: "I never loved you."

"You...you are too cruel...you hurt me..."

This mentally retarded speech...

Meng Qinglang lowered his voice and asked tentatively, "Xi Yan...do you want to die?"

A ghost king immediately became alert: "Who? Who is Xi Yan?" After speaking, he frowned, his eyes showing danger, "Are you empathizing?"

Meng Qinglang frowned, wasn't it Xi Yan?

So... maybe he was mistaken for someone else?

That's right, if Xi Yan is allowed to be stupid, don't others be allowed to be stupid too?Thinking about it, Sheng You is not very normal either, maybe all ghost kings are idiots?

No one spoke, and there was silence in the air. The eyes of a certain ghost king had changed from dangerous to suspicious to domineering. He stood up and walked to the bedside, full of oppressive aura.

Meng Qinglang was alert for a moment when he was about to kick.

He just squeezed Meng Qinglang's chin closer, and said in a hoarse and sexy bass voice: "You are mine." He lowered his head, pressed Meng Qinglang's lips through the mask, and then kicked Meng Qinglang out before Meng Qinglang had time. Time is gone in an instant.

On the top floor of Fenghua Hotel, Xi Yan was lying on the bed feeling his beating heart. Fortunately, he has excellent acting skills... Heh, he is no longer what he was back then. Romance drama male number one!

"Hehehehehehehe..." Xi Yan clutched his stomach and turned sideways, kicking it still hurts...

In the courtyard, Meng Qinglang frowned and wiped his mouth. He must have watched too many ghost TV shows.

Meng Qinglang couldn't fall back to sleep. He kept his eyes open until it was dark and fell asleep again. He accidentally overslept. Fortunately, there was no class this morning. At ten o'clock, Meng Qinglang woke up and hadn't finished brushing his teeth when he saw a Strange old men came in one after another. It was rare for old man Feng to stay in the yard, and politely welcomed them into the living room.

While old man Feng was walking towards the door, Meng Qinglang leaned over with a cup in his hand: "Who is this?"

The author has something to say: Thank you for the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

1 bottles of Zhaoliu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!