Hearing the ghost's voice, the obedient man opened his eyes wide and grabbed him tightly.
Seeing that good brother running away with a terrified face, he didn't dare to look back at all, Yan Rong laughed wantonly, showing off on He Qing like a winner.
"Did you see that? This is what he calls liking you. When he sees you being fucked by me, he shrinks up like a turtle and runs away."
He was very happy, after all, watching Yan Ze make a fool of himself, especially pressing He Qing in front of him, all these brought great pleasure to Yan Rong.
Happy, naturally want to celebrate.
The ghost lowered his head and kissed the person under him carefully. Seeing that he was as stiff as a stone, he smiled and asked, "What's the matter, Mr. He? Did I hurt your noble self-esteem?"
"Don't worry." He smiled, "I will hurt more in the future."
He Qing's entire face was wooden. He trembled his eyelashes, slowly raised his eyes to meet Yan Rong's gaze, and asked in a light voice, "Did you do it on purpose?"
Seeing the ghost raise his eyebrows, the man continued, "You let him see it on purpose."
"Otherwise what do you think?"
Seeing He Qing's pale face staring at him, Yan Rong was inexplicably upset. He ignored these emotions and said directly, "You don't really think that after playing with you for so many days, I will protect you Bar?"
"How does it feel to show your true face in front of Yan Ze? Does it hurt that tall face is torn apart?"
As he spoke, the original movements continued, but the man no longer relaxed his body to cooperate as before, but just looked at him so stiffly.
Yan Rong hated this look in his eyes, calm and indifferent, as if no matter what he did, this person would not take it into his heart.
Since it was used, why did he make such a appearance.
The more the ghost thought about it, the more angry he became, and he moved a little harder. He Qing's face was gradually stained red by him, but he still insisted on refusing to cry out.
The more uncooperative this person is, the more Yan Rong wants to see him lose control.
He firmly suppressed the people under him, used all the words he knew, teased, seduced and threatened, but until the end, He Qing didn't yell again.
It's just that those white and slender hands have been hugging the ghost tightly and never let go.
—
Yan Ze was full of fear and ran downstairs under the doctor's suspicious gaze. He almost tripped under his feet before he reacted.
Yan Rong, that's Yan Rong.
Why is it Yan Rong? Isn't he dead
What he saw with his own eyes was that the scorched black body was pulled out of the car, and because it had been trapped in the seat, the two almost merged into one.
Yan Ze watched with pleasure as those people violently separated the corpse from the seat with tools, and then watched the corpse being pushed to be cremated.
Yan Rong died, and the guy who always opposed him was left with a pile of ashes.
Why, why did he see that guy on Ah Qing, and Ah Qing...
He didn't want to understand, but all the things from the past appeared in his mind one by one and connected together.
The ambiguous mark on Ah Qing's body, his vague words, and the chill that he felt when he went to He's house that day.
Even the impossible seems to be possible.
Yan Rong died, but he was still alive.
He is like an evil spirit, pressing on the person he likes and provoking him.
"Mr. Yan, what's the matter?" The doctor also came down at the moment, and seeing Yan Ze's ugly face, he asked, "Shall we go to see a doctor?"
"No, I won't go..." Yan Ze's eyes were in a trance, and then he realized that his back was covered in cold sweat, and even fine beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead.
He tried his best to suppress the trembling of his body, and forced an apologetic smile at the doctor, "I'm really sorry, I made your trip in vain, and I will ask the driver to take you back."
After sending the driver to the car, Yan Ze walked on the road alone, his brain running wildly.
That day, when he was on the phone, he really felt cold all over. Could it be that Yan Rong had already existed at that time.
But he hates himself so much, since he has become a ghost, heard the content of his phone call, and knows that he killed him, why didn't he come to him all this time, but stayed by He Qing's side
Yan Ze couldn't figure it out, but the more he thought about it, the colder his heart became.
He wiped the sweat from his brow, it was so hot in summer, he just felt bone-chillingly cold.
He wanted to escape, really wanted to leave.
How flawed Yan Rong is must be reported to him. Even if Yan Rong was not harmed by him, now that he has become a ghost, he may not be able to attack him.
What's more, now, he killed Yan Rong.
How could he let himself go.
The more Yan Ze thought about it, the more he panicked, and he returned home with this panic.
"Young Master." The servant at home happened to pass by the living room with soup, saw Yan Ze, and greeted him.
He was about to pass by the servant in a panic, but suddenly thought of something, and looked at the soup bowl in her hand, "Mother Zhang, what is this?"
"Isn't this the medicine you bought for the old man? I'm ready to serve it now."
Yan Ze's pupils constricted for a moment, thinking of Yan Rong who was smiling palely at him.
He tried his best to speak in a normal voice, "Don't serve it up, and don't give it to Dad next time."
"But… "
"Okay, get down now!"
Seeing Mama Zhang leaving with doubts on her face, Yan Ze who was standing alone in the living room let out a sharp breath.
He added something to Mama Zhang's medicine.
It is something that can speed up the death of the old man.
In the past, Yan Ze was not afraid of killing people, anyway, he didn't need to be responsible for killing those people, but now, he is afraid.
Since Yan Rong can become a ghost, what about the old man
... this place could not stay any longer.
He was afraid of death, terribly afraid.
Yan Ze went upstairs quickly and began to pack his things.
But halfway through packing, he stopped again with his sweaty head raised.
Before yesterday, he was still smug, waiting for the old man to die and take over the company by himself, but now if he leaves, there will be nothing left.
Yan Ze got up, went to the bathroom to wash his face, looked at the panic-stricken man in the mirror, his eyes flashed fiercely.
If he can get rid of Yan Rong once, he can get rid of Yan Rong a second time!
It's just a lonely ghost, if you can really shoot him, why don't you come to him
The more he thought about it, the more Yan Ze trembled, and began to look for a way to deal with ghosts.
On the other side, He Qing was sore all over, but still insisted on getting up and getting out of bed, and went to burn incense with a pale face.
Yan Rong followed behind him, saw that his eyes were serious, and he inserted the incense sticks one by one, and the satisfied expression on his face just now turned cold.
What he hated most was He Qing.
No matter how submissive he was in bed, he would return to his cold appearance when he got out of bed.
Every time he saw him like this, Yan Rong couldn't help but want to pull him to the bed to have fun, but seeing his pale face, he still couldn't do it.
If he played to death, where would he get such a good toy, the ghost said to himself.
"Hello." Although he was thinking this way, Yan Rong was still upset when he saw He Qing's back concentrating on putting incense on the small bottle.
He walked behind the man, and regardless of He Qing's body stiffened suddenly, he hugged him, "There are less than ten days left, that's one month."
There were various emotions in Yan Rong's eyes, but the words in his mouth were cold, "After waiting for a full month, what are you going to do with me?"
After being stiff for a few seconds, He Qing inserted the last incense in his hand into the incense altar, and said calmly, "You will be free."
"Does it mean that you can go wherever you want?"
The ghost was taller than him, so he could easily put his lips next to the man's ear and enclose him.
"You said, how about I come to you every night when I am free?" He said, his hands down, his eyes full of eagerness, "After all, we are so in tune..."
He Qing's beautiful eyes moved, as if he wanted to say a lot, but in the end he only said, "Okay."
The hands behind him froze.
Yan Rong narrowed his eyes and looked suspiciously at the handsome man, "Didn't you always refuse to promise me?"
He Qing's eyes fell on the small bottle, and his voice was light and light, as if he had exhausted all his strength, "Yan Rong, do you like me?"
The ghost was stunned for a few seconds, then smiled as if nothing had happened, "Don't be funny, how could I like you."
"It's just that your body is very comfortable playing, I haven't played enough yet."
[Ding! Yan Rong favorability: 80]
[Duplicate little goblin, are you right about the system!]
System: [The host please continue to work hard]
The man's figure swayed, as if he was about to stand unsteadily, his slender white fingers grasped the magic case, He Qing looked at the small bottle, and said softly, "Do you want to eat?"
"You can eat food now, I'll make you some."
After finishing speaking, his face was pale, and his figure could even be said to have left the sight of the ghost hastily.
Only Yan Rong was left standing in the distance, with puzzled eyes, touching the heart that would not be beating for a long time.
Why, it seems a little uncomfortable here
Isn't he already dead
Thinking about it, he unconsciously raised his eyes, but met the little bottle.
The beautiful pattern is wrapped with red thread, which looks very beautiful.
If it wasn't He Qing's crush, Yan Rong would think that this bottle was quite in line with his aesthetics.
Especially the red line on the top is really beautiful.
but…
He Qing used him because of this bottle
What if he broke the bottle
Now that Yan Rong has a body, he can easily drop this fragile little bottle to the ground.
As long as it is lightly dropped, it can be torn apart.
— Then, He Qing can only have him in his eyes.
A smile appeared on the ghost's pale face, and he slowly extended his hand towards the bottle.