The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Suddenly, Zheng Quzhi's eyes narrowed.

There was a blood stain on the wall at the door of the kitchen, which looked a bit oozing. I took a closer look and found that the blood stains were not only at the door of the kitchen, but also on the floor of the living room, the walls of the hallway, and even behind the door.

"Wei Yan." While the woman was packing her things, Zheng Quzhi hurriedly leaned in Wei Yan's ear and said in a low voice: "This is what I dreamed about in my dream. She has a husband who is capable of domestic violence. Looking at this scene, this woman is about Was beaten to death by her husband."

Therefore, the evil spirit is about her.

Hearing this, Wei Yan stared at the woman's back thoughtfully, twisted his eyebrows and thought for a moment, not sure or denying: "Let's look again."

"Then what are we doing here? How can we get out and then wipe out the evil spirit?" Zheng Quzhi asked.

"Every evil spirit has a different solution, so watch the changes." Wei Yan did not give a definite answer.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Quzhi curled his mouth and snorted slightly.

"Zhizhi, are you bullying Chen Chen again?" The woman suddenly turned her head, her dazed face somewhat helpless.

"No, it was my brother who bullied me." Zheng Qu replied without changing his face. Anyway, he is an actor and acting, he is better than the people here! I think he used to be a movie king back then!

"You, your brother is the most cold-hearted, the one who loves the younger brother the most, how could he bully you?" The woman shook her head and sighed. When facing them, her face is always more popular than when she was in a daze.

Zheng Quzhi realized why he didn't recognize her at first. In the dream, he saw a man with a gloomy face, like a puppet, but facing the child, her face was soft, and the gloom also covered a lot, with a bit of vitality.

But... what if the husband comes back?

Women were busy going up and down, Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yan sat on the sofa with cartoons on TV. Zheng Quzhi watched dullly, sitting and sitting restlessly, always moving around, as if with hyperactivity.

The woman went to the bathroom to prepare hot water, and hurriedly said to the child in the living room: "Chen Chen, take your brother over to take a bath."

"Wei Yan!" Zheng Quzhi's expression changed upon hearing the words, "Could she be giving us a bath?"

Wei Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, he took a deep look at Zheng Quzhi, jumped off the sofa, and after reaching for Zheng Quzhi, he slowly said, "Don't worry."

How can you say that you don't worry about it? Zheng Quzhi sweats in a hurry. This is just plain in front of the opposite sex! He's not really a **** kid!

"Let's wash it ourselves. Go and do your own business." Standing at the door of the bathroom, Wei Yan said lightly.

"Okay, Mom knows that you are a sensible." The woman didn't have much surprise, she was about to reach out to touch Wei Yan's head, but he tilted her head to avoid it. There was a blank for a few seconds on the woman's face, and then she returned to a dull look and went to the kitchen on her own.

There is a large basin in the bathroom, next to it is a stool, on which are two people's clothes.

Zheng Quzhi pulled at the corner of his mouth and smiled at Wei Yan: "Should we not take a bath in a bathtub, right?"

"Children, why not?" Wei Yan turned blankly and locked the door, stretched out the reduced version of his hand, and slowly unbuttoned it.

The uniform of the kindergarten is a white shirt and black shorts. This kind of match puts on Wei Yan, but he just wears another charm.

"We also seem to be quite big, such a small basin..." Zheng Quzhi panicked, and hurriedly reached out to hold Wei Yan's unbuttoned hand.

Wei Yan was silent, bent over to pour out the water in the basin, and pointed at the shower on his finger, "Are you stupid?"

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

He retracted his hand and touched his nose awkwardly, "Then you wash it first."

There was a patter of water, Zheng Quzhi looked at the door, suddenly a bit inexplicable, the **** he and Wei Yan are men, why is he so shy?

If Wei Yan gets impatient later and goes out first, wouldn't he be scared to death by being here alone? Thinking about this, he quickly took off his clothes, turned and walked towards Wei Yan.

Both of them were naked, and both looked like children, so it wasn't much embarrassment. Wei Yan didn't respond to Zheng Quzhi's actions either, just raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"Cough." But at that glance, Zheng Quzhi's face instantly turned red, and he stubbornly said: "That, let's go together."

Wei Yan ignored him and moved aside to make room. But Wei Yan did the washing first. Not long after Zheng Quzhi leaned in, Wei Yan stood aside and reached for his clothes.

Zheng Quzhi's eyelids twitched, and quickly reached out and grabbed his arm, "You wait for me."

"Oh." Wei Yan lowered his head and glanced at the hand holding his arm, and nodded.

Zheng Quzhi felt relieved, and quickly rubbed it in twos or twos, turned off the shower head, and put on clothes next to Wei Yan.

They were two identical pajamas, very cartoon, with cartoon patterns printed on them. Zheng Qu knew how hard it was to get his clothes on. When he looked up and saw Wei Yan wearing such clothes, he couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Wei Yan stared.

"Nothing." Zheng Quzhi stretched out his hand to hook Wei Yan's neck, but couldn't hold back his other hand, squeezed Wei Yan's small face, and smiled: "You are so cute in this!"

Wei Yan was taken aback, his pale face quickly dyed a blush, and there was a faint finger print.

"Have you two washed?" The woman knocked on the door outside.

Zheng Quzhi's heart tightened, and Wei Yan looked at each other, then stretched out his hand to open the door. The lights outside were still dim, and there was still a cold air blowing in, and Zheng Quzhi shivered when he opened the door.

"Hurry up and stay in the room. If your mother didn't tell you, please don't come out." The woman seemed to be very anxious. She carried one in one hand and threw Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yan into a small room.

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

Wei Yan: "..."

There was a musty smell in the small room. It was dark and there was no light. Zheng Quzhi reached out and touched it. After touching Wei Yan who was still damp, he let go and reached out to hold his hand.

"Wei Yan, it should be that man who is coming back." Zheng Quzhi guessed.

"Yeah." There was no turbulent tone.

In the darkness, Wei Yan’s expression was not very real, but Zheng Quzhi felt that Wei Yan was a little happy, so he was also a little happy, bumped Wei Yan, and laughed in a low voice: "You were much more cute when you were a kid than when you grew up."

Suddenly a cold air sprayed on his face, Zheng Quzhi's smile stiffened, and he was at a loss. There was a sudden cool wetness on his cheeks, followed by Wei Yan's voice.

"I also think you are cute."

Zheng Quzhi:? ? ?

Was he just kissed by Wei Yan? ? ?

In the darkness, a cluster of bright yellow light suddenly lit up. Zheng Quzhi looked over, and Wei Yan's Zhengtai face appeared in the dark. He held a strange-shaped lighter in his hand, and the bright yellow flames fluttered from side to side, making people suspect that it would be blown out in the next second.