The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Thinking of his previous unrealistic thoughts, Zheng Quzhi blushed, and as if unwilling, he still asked: "Wei Yan, why on earth did you want me to follow you?"

After speaking, he waited for the answer holding his breath.

"Your yin is heavy." After a long time, Wei Yan finally said: "I need your yin."

Hearing this answer, Zheng Quzhi's face turned pale. My heart was empty, as if a little lost, and a little depressed, and it seemed a little relieved.

"Ah!" After a long while, Zheng Quzhi suddenly laughed dryly: "So that's it! I thought..." After a pause, he continued: "Also, let's get what we need. It's good."

"Yeah." Even though he knew Zheng Quzhi could not see, Wei Yan nodded.

He must have been too close to Zheng Quzhi recently, and it is time to put a little distance away, lest things go wrong. Thinking of Zheng Quzhi's resistance to him several times today, Wei Yan lowered his head again, his eyes a little gloomy.

There was a complete silence under the table, and the noise outside became obvious. Listening to the curses outside like a shrew, Zheng Quzhi was a little inexplicable.

Women obviously didn't do anything, and their sense of existence was quite low. How come those rich people can't get along with women?

"...Chen Chen... knowing... ah!"

The screams from women from time to time caused Zheng Quzhi to breathe slightly. Thinking of another little girl under the table, Zheng Quzhi tilted his head.

The little girl's sobbing from time to time gradually penetrated into her ears. Zheng Quzhi released the hand he had just held and moved carefully to the crying side.

"Zheng Quzhi?" Wei Yan took Zheng Quzhi's arm abruptly.

Zheng Quzhi pursed his lips, pulled Wei Yan's hand away, and said, "It's okay, I am in good health, and she is a little girl, and I can't leave her alone..."

As he said, he approached the little girl and said warmly, "Hey, don't cry."

The little girl cried, then continued to sob in a low voice. Zheng Quzhi thought for a while, stretched out his hand to hold the little girl's hand, and continued: "Don't be afraid, they are playing games! Do you think, when we were in kindergarten, did the children shout and scream like this?"

The little girl cried and said, "Really?"

"What did I lie to you!" Seeing the effect, Zheng Quzhi hurriedly added a few words: "Wait, wait until they get tired of playing, and your mother will take you home."

After speaking, Zheng Quzhi's lips pressed tightly.

When those people are tired from playing, women should do it, right?

Now, it may be the illusion of that group of people.

The little girl gradually calmed down, and when Zheng Quzhi let go of her hand, she started to eat the cake that was stuffed by her mother. The sweet and greasy taste spread all over the dining table, Zheng Qu swallowed and turned his head.

Immediately afterwards, there was another rustling voice from Wei Yan.

Before Zheng Quzhi could ask, a cold thing touched his lips, and the bitterness and sweetness of chocolate penetrated into his nose.

"Eat it."

Wei Yan was cold and could not hear the emotional voice.

Zheng Quzhi wanted to give a cold snort at the beginning, not accepting Wei Yan's chocolate, but in the end he couldn't resist the sweetness of the chocolate. He left his bones behind and just opened his mouth to bite.

This bite, but accidentally bit a cool fingertip.

After a short pause in his movements, Zheng Quzhi hurriedly suppressed other thoughts in his heart, moved back if nothing had happened, and spit out Wei Yan's fingertips, with a steady voice: "Thank you."

After waiting for a while, Wei Yan's voice without emotional fluctuations sounded again: "Yes."

It is still simple and straightforward.

Zheng Qu knew the chocolate in his mouth, chewing and chewing out a familiar taste. It seemed that it was the chocolate he endorsed again, and his face instantly had some complex emotions.

Damn, if it wasn't for Wei Yan who just said about his utilization value, otherwise he should be thinking about something more messy now.

Thinking of this, he swallowed the chocolate in twos or twos.

The outside voice gradually lowered, and Zheng Quzhi didn't know if it was a ghost, so he suddenly squatted down and opened a corner of the tablecloth and looked outside.

The sudden light made Zheng Quzhi squint his eyes slightly, and it took a long time to adapt, and he looked outside nervously. At this glance, almost all the outside scene can be seen clearly.

The woman was dying from the beating, her pale face was blue and swollen, several brightly dressed people covered their lips and bowed their heads in disgust, Xiao Liang's mother stepped on the woman's belly.

The ten-centimeter-high high-heeled shoes were smashed from side to side. Seeing a pain on the woman's face, Xiao Liang's mother laughed even harder: "Hahahaha, what a clown!"

"Speaking of it, I'm still a classmate with you!" Xiao Liang's mother turned her eyes slightly, and said to the others: "This **** woman, she's been stubborn since she was studying, and she's both sordid and shameless. I don't know how many men make her up. My stomach!"

"I didn't!" The woman made a faint voice on the ground.

"No?!!!" Xiao Liang's mother changed her face in an instant, and put her foot on the woman's face again. After hearing a sneer, the heel of the shoe actually stuck directly into the woman's face.

The blood gradually overflowed.

The expressions of the people around instantly changed. Zheng Quzhi saw the little girl's mother full of unbearable expressions, and whispered: "Xiao Liang his mother, let her go! It's scary!"

"Let her go?" Xiao Liang's mother drew a twist on her face, slapped the little girl's mother with a slap, and cursed: "Unused thing! No wonder your husband is just a small employee! Nothing to do! "

When the others heard this, they quickly persuaded: "Don't be inferior to that counselor, fight! Fight to death!"

Another humanity said: "My husband is from the police station, Xiaoliang's mother, don't be afraid that this **** will cause trouble, if she dares to go to the police station, I will let my husband put her in and stay for a few years!"

Looking at the ugly faces, Zheng Quzhi put down the tablecloth and sighed slightly. Can a poor person have a good life after being targeted by the rich and powerful?

From that look, it's not the first time that a woman has been bullied by Xiao Liang's mother twice. In other words, after so many years, there is still no one to care about this matter.

This society is so dark that there is no room for the poor to survive.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Suddenly, there was a scream full of fear and pain outside. The little girl's cake fell to the floor with a snap, and a small sob sounded again.

Suddenly, Zheng Quzhi couldn't figure out who was screaming just now, and subconsciously lifted a corner of the tablecloth.

The scene outside is a bit chaotic, and there are joyful singing in the hall constantly looping, which shows how ironic the contrast between the current scene and the singing is.