Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Yuanyuan stepped onto the car, then sat firmly on the seat.

She looked ahead, and there was no one in the driver's seat.

"Miss, do you want to go to the theater now?" The servant stood by the car, holding an umbrella, a little at a loss: "Now..."

"It's too early now, I'll go somewhere else first." Yuanyuan smiled slightly at the servant: "Go and call the driver."

Xu Jia didn't expect that other than his cousin, anyone would dare to disturb him during his lunch break.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up straight, took the receiver handed by the bodyguard, and said helplessly, "Yuanyuan, what do you want me for... Mo Yimo? Are you looking for him?"

After the question was finished, the remaining drowsiness disappeared.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. The shiny metal hands seemed to be jumping too fast, making it difficult to see what time it was: "Huh? The address... I'll have someone send it to you later."

There seems to be a thin mist in the room, and it feels a little unreal to see things.

The bodyguard was standing beside him, holding his left wrist with his right hand, and placing it on his abdomen, revealing a golden watch.

But I still couldn't see the time because half of the dial was blocked by the sleeve.

Xu Jia squinted his eyes and looked around for a long time, but still couldn't tell what time it was.

He yawned, and although he was listening to what Yuanyuan on the phone was saying, his attention was on the foggy and gloomy weather outside the window.

I don't know if it's his dazzled eyes or what, but he could vaguely see some golden lights glowing in the sky.

But the raindrops were still pattering on the window glass, with no intention of stopping at all.

This damn weather... looks like it's about to improve, but there's no further trend of improvement.

Yuanyuan seemed to say something on the other end of the phone, and then hung up the phone.

Xu Jia was stunned for a long time before he realized that the call was over. He handed the microphone to the bodyguard casually, and ordered indifferently, "Send someone to send a copy of Mr. Mo's address to Tao Yuanyuan."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing in a low voice, and frowned slightly, as if he was not feeling well.

"Are you still going to the auction in the afternoon?" the bodyguard beside him couldn't help asking.

Xu Jia waved his hand: "Everything is going according to plan."

The bodyguard wanted to say something, but seeing Xu Jia's face, he had no choice but to swallow the words that came to his lips.

Yuanyuan handed the phone to the driver, and said casually, "This is the address."

"Is it here? Miss, but that is a park." The driver asked a little strangely: "The person you are looking for..."

"Let's talk about it when we go." Yuanyuan shook her head indifferently: "Maybe they live near the park?"

Twenty minutes later, she looked at the park with a vast area of ​​green forest in front of her, and felt a little dumbfounded: "Are people from the Xu family so unreliable?"

The address was given to her by Xu Jia, so it shouldn't be wrong!

"Miss, do you want to call again to confirm?" The driver suggested.

"Hmm." Yuanyuan dug out the communication records, found the most recent call and dialed out.

The waiting sound on the other end of the phone rang for a long time, until finally no one answered at all.

"It's strange..." Yuanyuan then gave up calling and searched for Mo Yimo's contact information on the Internet.

Mo Yimo is also a well-known psychic medium in C City. Although I have never seen his advertisements, if he is really that famous, there should be relevant information on the Internet.

But Yuanyuan was disappointed, she flipped through three or four pages.

Except for some reports of supernatural events that mentioned Mo Yimo, there was no way to contact the psychic at all.

Moreover, those reports, with exaggerated language and brief process, focused on describing how powerful Mo Yimo is...

If she hadn't had contact with him, Yuanyuan would definitely think this guy is a liar.

Yuanyuan tried to contact Xu Jia again, but to no avail.

Looking at the lush forest in front of her, she could vaguely see tourists walking in it.

There's no way this is a residence.

On the other hand, the ordinary-dressed waiter rang the doorbell and knocked lightly on the door: "President, the things are here."

After half a minute, the door was pulled open from the inside.

The waiter respectfully handed over the envelope in his hand, and also received some considerable tips, but in the end he didn't seem to leave.

Xu Ziyu, who was about to close the door, noticed this, so he looked at him strangely, and signaled him to speak directly with his eyes.

"It's like this... The manager said that it's hard to get a ticket for this drama because of the high popularity of the lead actor." The waiter looked a little uneasy: "He has tried his best."

"Yeah." Xu Ziyu glanced at the envelope in his hand, on which was ironed the title of the silver drama: "Thanks for your hard work."

Unexpectedly, the waiter pursed his lips, and then continued: "The location of this ticket may be some distance away from the location of Madam."

"Distance?" Xu Ziyu looked up at the waiter: "How far?"

"This... seems to be separated by four or five rows..." the waiter replied bravely.

The president wants to go to a play with the future president's wife!
But for some reason, the president only asked people to buy tickets now.

That drama has become very popular recently, and it has caused a lot of discussion in the whole city of C and even on the Internet.

So the waiter is very clear about this, and he also heard that the premiere will be shown in C City this afternoon.

Isn't this time too urgent?It's only about two or three hours before the show starts.

The waiter couldn't help complaining to the manager in charge of buying tickets.

Buying tickets now, it is very difficult to get a ticket to sit with the president's wife.

Moreover, the leading actor of the drama "Landuo" seems to be a young star who has just become popular in the past two years, and has a huge fan base.

These fans were crazy and desperate, even the managers offered sky-high prices, but failed to buy ideal seats from them.

Therefore, in order to avoid being scolded by the president, the manager randomly recruited a dead ghost to help run errands.

God!The waiter wept bitterly in his heart, he didn't want to be angered by the CEO who was in a bad mood recently.

Maybe, the job will be gone!
"I see." Noticing the waiter's strange expression, Xu Ziyu didn't think too much, and said lightly, "Thanks for your hard work."

"Huh?" The waiter looked at Xu Ziyu in surprise, feeling a little unbelievable at the unexpected calm.

And he didn't have a chance to observe the president's expression, because the door was closed quickly in front of him.

"I heard it." Cheng Moxun sat on the sofa and looked at Xu Ziyu who was approaching: "Did you really go to buy a ticket?"

"Otherwise, how can I accompany you?" Xu Ziyu threw the envelope on the coffee table, and then sat down beside her: "Unfortunately, it's still a little far away."

Cheng Moxun laughed softly: "Isn't it good to be able to buy tickets now?"

"Well, we can pack up now and get ready to go to the theater." Xu Ziyu looked up at the clock on the wall: "Have you contacted Yuanyuan yet?"

"Not yet." Cheng Moxun got the reminder, and hurriedly fumbled for the phone from his pocket: "At this time, she should be preparing too."

Xu Ziyu didn't speak, he watched Cheng Moxun make a call quietly, hesitation flashed in his eyes.

More than an hour ago, Ruan Ruan left the room with the puppet bear in his arms.

Cheng Moxun originally wanted to escort the little guy back, but he stopped him.

Lihuajing and Ruan's father seemed to have reached an agreement, but left in a hurry without making it clear.

The only thing that is certain is that so far, Mo Yiyou and Ruan's father, these two somewhat dangerous guys, will not hurt Cheng Moxun.

but……

Xu Ziyu couldn't help frowning.

He almost forgot the agreement with Mo Yiyou.

If you can't take Cheng Moxun away earlier, the consequences may be uncontrollable.

But even if he left City C at this moment, Cheng Moxun would still be in trouble.

The young man in white downstairs is actually inextricably linked to City C, which is thousands of miles away.

It's scary and unsettling.

When Xu Ziyu heard the waiter say that the seats were far apart, he planned for a moment not to let Cheng Moxun go to the show.

But in the end, he still compromised.

Blindly protecting Cheng Moxun will not solve the problem.

Looking at the smiles of the people around him when they were on the phone, he felt a little better.

It's just to watch a play, and to see if I can get some information about Shan Ze.

If everything is careful, even if there is no pear flower essence by my side, there should be no problem, right?

Xu Ziyu let out a long breath while comforting himself.

He didn't realize what was the reason why Lihuajing dared to leave at ease.

Ewha Essence didn't seem to be worried about what would happen in City C at all. Cheng Moxun was also extremely curious about this. .

But she didn't get any explanation from Lihuajing, but was told "don't leave Xu Ziyu too far away".

Cheng Moxun's doubt has been hanging in his heart, but it didn't last long.

Especially when she arrived at the entrance of the theater to meet Yuanyuan at the appointed time.

I haven't seen her for a few days, and Yuanyuan's mental state is much better than imagined, and she doesn't look sick and thinner than expected.

But looking at the attire, it is not at all the girly style in the past, it is more like casual home clothes.

Xu Ziyu didn't know how to evaluate it, but he was sure that Yuanyuan's condition was much better than expected.

Holding his own ticket, he explained the situation of the seats clearly.

"So you want to sit far away to watch the show?" Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows slightly, she didn't care about Xu Ziyu's face at all, and took the ticket from the person in front of her.

She looked at it carefully for a while, then took out her two tickets from her pocket.

In the lower right corner of the paper ticket, the start time of the play and the seat number are clearly written.

"No. 3, No. 47 in District 48A... Eh? Yours is No. 86." Yuanyuan raised her head in surprise, "The difference is quite far."

Xu Ziyu nodded without paying much attention: "Yes."

He lacks interest in dialogue drama, so it doesn't matter where he sits.

What's more, there are only four rows of seats in the middle... that's all.