Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Xu Ziyu narrowed his eyes, and he switched the phone from his right hand to his left, so as not to hear Mo Yimo who was sitting on his right hand: "Are you sure?"

This situation is too ridiculous, right?Want him to entertain?It's not that the manpower he recruited is good!
However, the next moment, without waiting for Xu Jia's response on the phone, the cars on the opposite side drove by quickly one after another.

Half a minute later, those cars quickly disappeared into the rain curtain.

There is no room for negotiation at all...

Xu Ziyu didn't know how he suppressed the fire in his heart.

He closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, and then said slowly, "Xu Jia."

Although it was just an incomparably ordinary call, Xu Jia on the other end of the phone felt an inexplicable chill.

"Mr. Mo told me that there are unclean things on your body." Xu Jia tried his best to calm down: "There are also brothers and sisters... Ayu, you might as well take this opportunity to communicate with Mr. Mo more."

Unclean things...

Xu Ziyu suddenly remembered that when Ruan Ruan pulled his soul out of his body, he saw himself sitting up.

"There is another person in my brother's body!"

Ruan Ruan's words echoed in her mind.

He didn't know how he hung up the phone, he only knew that when he came back to his senses, he found that Mo Yimo had been sizing him up for a long time.

"President, are you leaving?" The driver looked at Xu Ziyu's expression through the rearview mirror.

Xu Ziyu frowned, and threw his wet coat aside: "Well, go back to the hotel."

He looked at Mo Yimo, who was sitting quietly by the side, and said in a bad tone, "Mr. Mo, what do you mean by asking me to come here today?"

Mo Yimo withdrew his gaze, turned to look in front of the car, and all the smiles on his face disappeared: "I just wanted to say hello to you in advance."

"I don't think it's necessary." Xu Ziyu saw that the clothes on Mo Yimo's body were completely free of water stains, and his whole body looked clean and neat, as if he had never been exposed to rain.

"I'm a supernatural worker." Mo Yimo looked out of the window again, his voice was flat and without any tone: "For all abnormalities, I have the responsibility to understand the essence."

Xu Ziyu raised his eyebrows, slandering what does this have to do with him?
With that in mind, he looked at the time displayed on his phone: [-]:[-].

If we go back at this time, we should be able to catch up with lunch.

He began to think about how to arrange lunch so as to reduce the contact between Mo Yimo and Cheng Moxun?

At this time, the car turned a corner and drove into a relatively spacious road.

"Miss Cheng is a very interesting girl." Mo Yimo suddenly said without warning, but there was no sense of abruptness, it was more like continuing the previous words.

Xu Ziyu froze for a moment, and then felt a surge of anger in his heart.

He had a straight face, his eyes full of awe.

At the same time, power began to surge in his body, making him feel familiar but unable to grasp it well.

Mo Yimo saw his changes in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled into an imperceptible arc.

But after that, he just continued to say lightly: "I am very happy to meet Miss Cheng again."

Did this guy do it on purpose?

Xu Ziyu faintly realized that something was wrong, he adjusted his breathing secretly, and calmed down his thoughts: "My girlfriend will be very happy to have this honor."

"So it's your girlfriend." Mo Yimo's eyes were very complicated, making people unable to figure it out. Although he was amazed, it seemed that he already knew it.

"Yes." Xu Ziyu was really upset, why did he look like a drowned chicken, while this guy in front of him looked so refreshed.

Mo Yimo smiled faintly: "What a pity."

"What did you say?" Xu Ziyu couldn't believe it, this guy dared to provoke rashly?
If it wasn't for Xu Jia's face, he would have kicked her out of the car by now!
Mo Yimo shrugged at him with a half-smile, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

While the two were confronting each other in the car, Cheng Moxun, who was far away in the hotel, received a call from Yuanyuan.

"That's right, it's raining again." She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaning her body sideways, so that she could occasionally glance at the TV out of the corner of her eye while watching the scenery outside the window.

"How about I send someone to pick you up?" Yuanyuan's voice sounded a bit lonely.

"But, I want to wait for Xu Ziyu to come back..." Cheng Moxun let out a long sigh. She tapped the glass with her fingers, watching the raindrops outside the window getting bigger and bigger.

Yuanyuan is at home, holding a telephone receiver in one hand and a small tray in the other.

In the tray is a small piece of sliced ​​strawberry cake, and the sweet smell makes people want to get rid of it quickly.

This was what the servant had requested in various ways just now, and she finally agreed to eat it.

If it wasn't for the servant's reminder, she almost forgot how long she hadn't eaten properly.

But... I have no appetite.

Even the sweets that she likes quite a lot on weekdays, she doesn't have much appetite at this moment.

She put the tray on the table, picked up the small metal spoon on the tray, and gently dug a small piece of cake, intending to stuff it into her mouth.

However, after she swallowed it, she felt a little tired of the sweet and greasy taste.

She frowned and swallowed the cake abruptly. Although the taste was excellent, she couldn't feel any pleasure at all.

"Well, I hope it won't be too late for him to go back." Yuanyuan put the spoon back on the plate, and then continued to talk on the phone: "By the way, have you had a lot of contact with Mo Yimo?"

Cheng Moxun blinked, feeling very unfamiliar with this name.

She asked in surprise, "Who is Mo Yimo?"

At the same time, she was attracted by the picture appearing on TV.

"It's the man who picked you up to the hotel yesterday... he looks pretty good." Yuanyuan reminded Cheng Moxun, and she didn't forget to bring her own evaluation: "However, that everyone is quite weird."

"What's wrong?" Cheng Moxun left the window and walked to the TV.

There is an advertisement for a play on TV.

The story background of the drama seems to be in medieval Europe, and the screen keeps flashing old castles and European-style carved crafts.

It's like the Italy she visited more than a month ago...

But this is not the point.

Half a minute after the advertisement started, the background of the story was publicized, and the scenes of the leading characters appeared one after another.

A familiar face appeared on the screen for five seconds.

Cheng Moxun clenched the phone tightly and almost cried out.

Shan Ze!that boy!
That's right, the name appeared on the screen along with the image of the character just now!

Yuanyuan's voice was still coming out of the microphone, Cheng Moxun didn't pay attention to what she was saying, but concentrated on seeing the end of the advertisement.

"The large-scale drama "Landuo" landed at the Central Grand Theater for three days, not to be missed!"

The passionate voice on the TV introduced the performance information, and at the same time the screen displayed the date of the drama performance.

Cheng Moxun gasped, because that date was this Thursday.

That is, three days later?

"Hello? Mo Xun? Are you still listening?" Yuanyuan shouted anxiously on the phone: "Answer me!"

"Ah? I'm here." Cheng Moxun came back to her senses. She sat back on the sofa and saw that the drama advertisement had ended: "Sorry."

"What's the matter with you?" Yuanyuan asked suspiciously, "Did you hear what I just said?"

Cheng Moxun blinked, thinking carefully about the content of the call just now.

I vaguely remembered that Yuanyuan seemed to have mentioned someone?

"Oh, Mo Yimo!" Yuanyuan couldn't get her response for a long time, and she sighed helplessly: "I just said so much for nothing."

"Who is he here?" Cheng Moxun leaned against the soft sofa pillow and rubbed his eyes with his hands.

"The man who sent you back to the hotel yesterday!" Yuanyuan used a spoon to dig up the cake bit by bit in boredom: "Don't tell me you don't have any impression!"

"...Ah?" If it hadn't been mentioned like this, Cheng Moxun would have really forgotten the existence of that man.

She thought of the scene of the man carrying an umbrella and returning in the rain yesterday, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "That strange person."

"You think he's weird too, don't you?" Yuanyuan slammed the spoon back on the plate, "It was actually Xu Jia who found him to help find my father."

"Isn't it Xu Jia's subordinate?" Cheng Moxun was a little surprised: "Why did you ask him to take me back to the hotel?"

"Who knows? I have to ask Xu Jia." Yuanyuan curled her lips, "That man is a psychic."

Cheng Moxun's heart jumped suddenly, her eyes widened a lot, and her tone was full of surprise: "What?"

"He said it himself." Only one third of the cake was still intact, Yuanyuan hesitated how to get rid of it, and the provincial servant begged again: "He also took my mask away."

"Just that mask with a long nose?" Cheng Moxun vaguely remembered that Yuanyuan used to wear a white mask all the time, but she didn't remember what shape it was.

"It's not the nose, it's the beak! It's the mouth!" Yuanyuan rolled her eyes helplessly.

Cheng Moxun raised one eyebrow: "Ah, is that so?"

Uh, that's not the point.

She pursed her lips and continued to ask, "Why did that man take it?"

Really, what's that man's name?I forgot it in a blink of an eye.

"What's the use of talking..." Yuanyuan turned the tray half a circle, but still couldn't think of a good idea to solve the cake: "It's not important, you know? He also told me to stay away from you."

Cheng Moxun was a little dumbfounded, she tilted her head, and asked curiously, "Why is that?"

What a strange man!

At the same time, Mo Yimo, who was sitting safely in the car, suddenly frowned.

He rubbed his nose, but that didn't seem to fix the problem.

Xu Ziyu glanced at him and raised his eyebrows in confusion.

Mo Yimo moved his body slightly towards the car door, and then... sneezed softly.

He seemed surprised, although Xu Ziyu had no idea what happened.

And it's not over yet, after he sneezed, he looked normal.

But he fumbled another piece of yellow square paper out of his pocket, and rubbed the tip of his nose vigorously for a while.