The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lu Zhishihao suddenly stand up.

"Shi--" Qi Mou laughed out: "Brother, keep your breath!"

Lu Zhishi's stagnant eyes looked down at Qi Mo, as if to stare out a hole, but unfortunately the man had always been faceless and skinny, as he always grinned, Lu Zhishi took his gaze back for a long time: "If something happens, go first Up."

"Go." Qi Xie was not in a hurry, and reached out and picked up Lu Zhishi's cup of coffee: "It's a shameful waste, you are too, don't you know if sweat drips into the soil, it's hard work?"

When Lu Zhishi walked out, he seemed unbearable: "Who knows that Chinese food is hard."

"Ah, you finally understand the truth! It's pretty good!" Qi Yue said and drank another sip of strong coffee.

Lu Zhishi: "..."

After Lu Zhishi's figure disappeared completely, Qi Yan put the cup down. A strong excitement flashed on his dark face, he took out a roll of transparent glue from his pocket, and after biting a piece, he carefully stuck it on the edge of the table.

After pressing it, it tore.

There is an obvious fingerprint on the transparent glue.

Carefully put the fingerprints, remembering Lu Zhishi's attitude towards him just now, Qi Yue smiled and cursed: "Little King Ba Laozi..."

***

Cai Qian came back at noon. At that time, it was snowing outside. When he entered the house, he looked like a snowman, carrying a box in his hand, and his face was frozen purple.

"Hey, Brother Cai, why are you frozen like this?" Zheng Quzhi quickly patted the snow on Cai Yuan's body. Seeing that his nose was red with cold, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He quickly said: "I'll give it to you. Make a **** soup and drink it to prevent colds."

It was all to help him get the clothes to freeze like this, he felt guilty!

"Heh! I won't talk about that with you!" Cai Qian said with a cold face in the scene that he had seen all his heart in the morning: "You wanted to be unruly to our husband this morning, right?"

Zheng Quzhi's eyelids twitched, and he denied: "No, it's all a misunderstanding. What can you do with the two big masters? It's your husband who didn't stand firm and fell down."

Cai Qian twitched his mouth, but the whole morning passed, and he didn't know where the anger was. Facing Zheng Quzhi, he really couldn't teach anymore.

Seeing that Cai Qian stopped talking, Zheng Qu opened his eyebrows and smiled kindly: "Brother Cai, I'll go to the kitchen to make a bowl of **** soup for you!"

After speaking, walked towards the kitchen.

"Wait!" Cai Qian raised his eyebrows, and his voice was rough: "Take this dress back by yourself! Put it on quickly, our husband picked it out for you!"

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi turned around and picked up the box, and muttered: "He wears clothes like summer, and he has no personal control."

"Our husband is not afraid of the cold." Cai Qian looked careless, but he had a strong hearing ability. After hearing Zheng Quzhi's mutter, he waved his hand indifferently.

"Why don't you feel cold?" Zheng Qu was puzzled: "I can feel the coldness on his body ten meters away."

Cai Qian frowned impatiently, "It's okay, your husband has always been like this. If you have time to worry about your husband, you might as well worry about yourself."

Hearing that Cai Qian, who was protecting his calf, said so, Zheng Quzhi let go of his heart. After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered the injuries on Wei Yan's body, and couldn't help but stop again: "Brother Cai, Wei..."

"Are you still going to finish?" Cai Qian glared at him, and cursed impatiently: "Go!"

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

All right, he doesn't care about the nostalgia. Zheng Quzhi shook his head and walked towards the room. When I got to the room, I opened the box, only to find that it was filled with clothes, and the styles were all pretty good.

Zheng Quzhi hurriedly tossed out a set of clothes, wearing a black sweater and white hooded sweater, and the whole person was much warmer. After packing himself up, he went to the kitchen to get a bowl of **** soup and delivered it to Cai Qian's room personally, and asked Cai Qian to get some cold medicine by the way.

"Say you are the eldest young master, do you really think of yourself as the eldest young master?" Cai Qian cursed taking cold medicine from the medicine cabinet, his impatience was simply undisguised.

Zheng Quzhi was accustomed to Cai Fang's cold words and didn't pay much attention to it. He just saw a bottle of medicinal liquor in the corner with sharp eyes, and he reached out and took it out: "Lend me this too!"

Cai Qian glanced, his eyes paused: "That's medicine for bruises. You haven't been beaten or injured. Why do you use it?"

"You Mr. Wei is injured." Zheng Quzhi answered honestly.

"Hey--" Cai Qi said nonchalantly: "Our husband is not a person who can be injured like this, so don't worry about it."

"Really?" Zheng Quzhi frowned, did not put down the medicinal wine in his hand, and took the cold medicine together and left.

Although Cai Qian and the others seem to be Wei Yan's cronies, it seems that they don't know Wei Yan very well. Zheng Quzhi thought for a long time, but still took the medicinal liquor and went to Wei Yan's room.

Since what he eats, wears, and lives are all Wei Yan's, there is nothing wrong with his parents who care about his food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

KOKOKO——

Honestly knocked on the door, honestly waited for the people inside to let him in before entering, and finally Zheng Quzhi honestly took out the medicine, and said sincerely: "Wei Yan, you have so many injuries. Order the medicine bar."

The tone was very natural, without any embarrassment at all, as if he had forgotten the embarrassment that happened in the morning.

Wei Yan was sitting on the mahogany stool, taking a sip of tea slowly, and looking calmly at Zheng Quzhi's clothes, nodding satisfied: "You look good in this suit."

Uh?

Zheng Quzhi was taken aback for a moment. Is this focus of attention biased?

Inside the house, the fragrance of tea permeated. Zheng Quzhi glanced fixedly, and finally withdrew his gaze, his tone was firm: "Wei Yan, you were injured because of me. If your wound has been bad, I will be very guilty!"

After speaking, he sneezed loudly.

"Have you taken the medicine?" Wei Yan put down the tea cup, frowning slightly, "Don't take the cold to your heart. If you don't take the medicine, a small cold can develop into a bad cold."

"Don't change the subject!" Zheng Quzhi closed the door and sat down on the other side of Wei Yan. He took a cup of tea and poured himself a cup of tea. He was suffocated with a sip of cattle, and then he said: There is nothing wrong with catching a cold, but it is your injury. It is dead now. When you are old, you will know how painful it is! It will be too late to cry!"

An emotion flashed in Wei Yan's dark eyes. After a moment of silence, he finally nodded: "Let it go."

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi frowned, how did he feel that his tone was a little perfunctory? Put it? When should I use it?

"Just now I have time, come, come, lie on the bed, and I will wipe it for you." Zheng Quzhi knocked on the table, with some complacency between his eyebrows, "I am very good at rubbing medicine. Mr. Bao is satisfied!"