Chu Ci subconsciously followed the habit of making fish, stepped on the spot, and turned around.
Blinking his eyes, he seemed to realize that this action was a bit silly. He pursed his lips, looked around, and was relieved to find that no one saw him, and then quietly walked towards Fu Su's room.
With a small head poked, he looked in through the gap in the door.
Fu Su was feeling uncomfortable, and at home, he was naturally not so vigilant, even though he heard the sound of water just now.
But I just thought it was my little ancestor who got up and made a fuss again in the middle of sleep.
He frowned and rolled over, distracted by the intermittent headache.
I can't sleep, and I feel uncomfortable. I feel that the light is a bit dazzling, but I don't want to ask people to come in, and I don't want to move.
Fu Su just lay on the bed, thinking about this period of time.
The development of various things was so miraculous that he couldn't help but began to believe in the existence of some strange things.
Thinking of this, he spoke in a very low voice, and at that moment Chu Ci was discovered by him because of himself.
As a result, he heard his voice as if he was talking to himself, "Is there a ghost? Help me turn off the lights."
Chu Ci paused for a moment, and the corners of his lips twitched.
Are you sure it's just a cold and not something in your head
How can I see that you are not seriously ill
It was expected that no one responded, Fu Su stared at the ceiling and added, "Tomorrow Xu Ji will come to deliver cakes, and I will give you those cakes for helping."
He doesn't like pastries, but because he cooperates with Xu Ji, he should accept them, but these things are very popular with others.
Every time he came, he was stopped by his father's concubines to divide up, because he didn't like it, so he didn't have any objections.
But now that they have moved out, the new products that are sent out once a quarter are yet to be selected, and they are about to be delivered again. When he thought about it, he just said it in passing.
The voice was hoarse and low, talking to himself, with irritability.
It was only after I finished speaking that I realized how stupid my behavior was.
Fu Su twitched the corners of his lips and sneered, his eyes were full of rage, he pulled the quilt and was about to turn over.
Then I heard a soft and waxy girl's voice from the dark place outside the door, "Cakes... can I have sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"
Fu Su froze for a moment, making sure that he did not have the memory of this voice in his memory.
He just mentioned it casually.
Really ghost?
He sat up all of a sudden, his consciousness was also awake, his hand had already reached under the pillow, touched the sharp knife that he had been sleeping on for a long time, grabbed the handle of the knife, and pulled it out like this.
Then there was a slight creaking sound.
The wooden door that was originally opened a small gap was pushed open a little, and a small head poked in, only half of his face was exposed, blinking his big black eyes.
The golden pattern on the forehead and the gorgeous long silver hair shone extraordinarily under the light of the warm candle lamp.
Bai Nennen's little hands just pawed at the door, her eyes were slightly bright, with a bit of anticipation.
An incredible little girl.
As a businessman, it is natural to strive to remember all the people you deal with.
And this little girl is too delicate, if he has seen it before, she should be very impressive.
But he didn't have the slightest impression of this little girl.