Chapter 263 Ghost Catcher 26
Yan Chu's heart skipped a beat and he stared at Lingyao blankly. The black mist dissipated completely in an instant.
Seeing Lingyao turn around and leave, he felt empty and panicked, and subconsciously followed her.
Even he didn't understand why.
Obviously he is like this.
It was nothing for her to see.
Anyway, he was just playing a game with her.
She saw it just right.
Knowing that he was not the pitiful little thing in her heart, she stayed away from him and he didn't need to pretend anymore.
But my feet seemed to be out of control.
His heart seemed to be against him at this moment.
It hurts so much.
Following Lingyao silently all the way.
I didn't dare to go forward directly, I could only follow behind.
Until I reached the door of my house.
Yan Chu stopped.
Lingyao walked in, and the people behind her stopped moving.
Lingyao turned and looked at Yan Chu who was lowering his head.
"Wait for me to carry you in?"
Yan Chu suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Lingyao with a pair of clear eyes.
"May I come inside?"
"This is your home." Lingyao glanced at him indifferently.
Yan Chu pinched his fingers and pursed his lips.
"Well, if it's your house, can I come in?"
His lowered eyes flickered, and although nothing could be seen on his face, his voice was actually tense.
The door is located exactly where the wind blows.
The cold wind is rushing into the warm house, fearing that it will be shut out.
Yan Chu's lowered head was covered by a soft and slender hand.
"My home is your home."
With a bang, it seemed as if fireworks were bursting in the night.
All sounds around are covered up, and only the sound of fireworks can be heard.
It felt like my heart was being bitten by ants again and again.
No pain but itchy.
Yan Chu pursed his lips.
The soft voice was a little itchy in the night.
"But I'm not good."
"I don't listen either."
"I did some bad things."
"I am an evil ghost."
……
He denied himself sentence after sentence. The more he spoke, the hoarseer his voice became, until he could not even speak.
Lingyao lifted his face and gently stroked the slightly red corners of his eyes with her fingers.
"Well, I'm late."
As she finished speaking, something flashed across Yan Chu's eyes.
Evil spirits usually have no tears; their tears are as precious as pearls from the deep sea.
Yan Chu suddenly threw himself into Lingyao's arms.
He buried his face in her, his voice muffled.
"Then are you afraid of me?"
"What do you think?" Lingyao raised her hand and pinched his face, using actions instead of words.
Yan Chu opened his face, his cheeks slightly puffed up, looking a little aggrieved.
"Then why did you ignore me just now and leave when you see me?"
Seeing Yan Chu being the first to complain, Lingyao's eyebrows twitched.
He used a little more force on his hands: "Did I ever tell you not to hide it from me?"
Yan Chu knew that he was in the wrong, so he didn't talk about it anymore.
He just rolled his eyes and started talking about something else.
"Baihu said you have a fiancé."
Lingyao's face turned serious and she pushed him into the bathroom: "Change your clothes and go to bed!"
Yan Chu was banging on the bathroom door.
While filming, he shouted in grievance: "You feel guilty!"
Lingyao locked the door and patted his chest with relief.
Why does the God of Wealth mention your fiancé for no reason?
It has nothing to do with her!
None of her business!
Thinking of what Yan Chu said, Baihu told him.
Lingyao put the key in her pocket, turned around and pulled out the two little ghosts who were huddled outside the door and chirped. She gave each of them a very fair squeeze.
The main reason was that she couldn't tell who was the White Tiger.
Qinglong and Baihu rubbed their bodies which were beaten all over, feeling aggrieved.