The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Zheng Quzhi frowned suddenly, Lin Niansi was busy himself? Where does the time take care of his business? Just about to call Lin Niansi, Lian Kan suddenly called.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Quzhi quickly answered the phone.

"What's the matter? Your president has left!" Lian Kan shouted out in a loud voice: "You still asked me what's wrong! The sky is falling, and people are falling apart!"

"It's not that scary." Zheng Quzhi sighed, "Isn't there a vice president supporting it? And you don't go to the president Baizhi, I know about her leaving, you can arrange a new president quickly, really If it doesn't work, just go on, and I'll give you processing money."

"Processing capital?" Liankan snorted, "If you have to eat the soil and give me the processing capital, you can get it! If it wasn't for me, the vice-chairman would be able to get on? It was I who sent him crazy news. Promise!"

"It's you." Zheng Quzhi chuckled at the corner of his mouth. After thinking about it, he said, "Hurry up and find a suitable person to be the president. The vice president has no time, so don't bother him."

Even Lian Kan was taken aback, and quickly smelled something wrong, "When did you know the vice president so well? I don't know him, every time I don't see others, I think it's a fake fan."

"Just treat him as a fake fan. He's very busy anyway. Don't bother others." Zheng Quzhi didn't want to trouble Lin Niansi from the bottom of his heart. After thinking about it, he had to let Lin Niansi continue to be the low-key vice president as soon as possible. Otherwise, I don’t know what will happen if I am discovered.

He didn't want to stay away from Lin Niansi's heat all the time, just filming honestly, and it was tiring to search hot search in strange ways all day.

"All right, I see." Lian Liankan groaned, "Don't worry about this, and prepare for recruitment later."

Hearing what Lian Liankan said, Zheng Quzhi felt relieved, and hung up the phone in a few words, just in time to see Wei Yan pushing the door in. Zheng Quzhi cheered up and looked over with a smile: "Mr. Wei came to see my injury so early today?"

Wei Yan Liangliang glanced at him, put the lunch box in his hand on the table aside, and said flatly, "I made soup for you."

"Wei Yan." Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi squinted his eyes, "Do you still have to thank me? If it weren't for me, could your cooking skills grow so fast?"

"Yeah." Wei Yan bowed his head for a moment, then nodded in a meaningful way: "I really should thank you."

Suddenly, Zheng Quzhi remembered about the corrupt person and couldn't help but squinted his eyes, "By the way, you didn't drive the corrupt person away?"

Wei Yan was taken aback, then frowned: "No, why?"

Hearing Wei Yan's denial, Zheng Quzhi felt relieved, sighed and opened the lunch box on his own, while complaining to Wei Yan: "It's all to blame, the president of my fan club is gone, and the fans are all messed up."

"Support club?" Wei Yan was taken aback, and an emotion flashed across Jun Lang's face: "Is it the one who has to answer some weird questions to join the club?"

This time, Zheng Quzhi was taken aback. A few seconds later he looked at Wei Yan meaningfully and raised his eyebrows: "How do you know? Maybe you also went to my fan club?"

Wei Yan lowered his eyes, calmly concealing the emotions in his eyes: "No, Qi Yue said."

Actually not?

Zheng Quzhi sighed with disappointment. He happened to open the box, and the fragrance spilled out. He didn't bother to ask any questions. He quickly took a sip from the spoon, and then smiled and praised: "That's good, I have made progress."

"You taught me well." Wei Yan pursed his lips, sat down by the bed, and looked at Zheng Quzhi quietly for a long while, then asked, "The president is gone, who is responsible for things?"

"The vice chairman is in charge." Zheng Quzhi answered vaguely.

"Lin Niansi?" Wei Yan's voice suddenly became colder.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Quzhi stopped his movements, frowned and looked at Wei Yan, with a suspicious expression on his face: "How do you know?"

That day, it was obvious that he and Lin Niansi were the only ones. Wei Yan knew of only one channel, which was to find someone to follow them and eavesdrop on their conversation. Realizing this, Zheng Quzhi's face was a little ugly.

"I found out when I was investigating Lin Niansi." Wei Yan's face was stern, with some tough eyes in his eyes: "Qi Yue will be responsible for the fan club affairs. Don't bother Lin Niansi."

With a soft snap, Zheng Quzhi threw the spoon back into the lunch box expressionlessly, with displeasure between his eyebrows: "This is my business."

Wei Yan was silent for a few seconds and looked up at him: "You are injured and need to rest."

It made sense. Zheng Qu's heart softened again. In any case, Wei Yan was doing him good. If he made trouble because of this, he seemed to be a little bit ignorant, and by the way he would be a little bit unreasonable.

But he really didn't like the other half being too strong on him.

After pondering for a while, Zheng Quzhi suffocated one sentence: "Okay, I don't want to bother Lin Niansi, so I will work hard for Brother Qi, and even my aunt will find the chairman as soon as possible."

"Yeah." Wei Yan nodded, picked up the spoon, took a spoon of soup and handed it to Zheng Quzhi's mouth: "The soup is going to be cold."

"Okay." After all, it was Wei Yan's love for himself. Zheng Quzhi smiled and bowed his head, and said to Wei Yan like an uncle: "You feed me."

Wei Yan moved for a while, glanced at him lightly, but did not refuse.

This Man Sao man might have wanted to do this a long time ago. Zheng Quzhi spit out in his heart, and started a sip-and-drink soup mode.

Yesterday he was admitted to the hospital. His hard-working foot was crushed by Cai Yuan and fractured. After getting a solid plaster, the doctor checked his body by the way and found that there was still some hypoglycemia. Zheng Qu knew that he could only Half-disabled in the hospital.

The bone soup sent by Wei Yan, Zheng Quzhi drank cleanly.

The consequence of drinking cleanly is that at night, Zheng Quzhi can't hold it anymore and wants to go to the toilet crazily.

"Quickly, Wei Yan, bring me the wheelchair." Zheng Quzhi hurriedly turned his head and whispered to Wei Yan who was sitting on the bed next door.

"Go to the bathroom?" Wei Yan looked down and put down the phone in his hand.

"Yeah." Zheng Quzhi nodded quickly, "You don't need to follow, I will go by myself."

Every time Wei Yan pushes him, he feels inexplicably embarrassed. Since being together, he has paid more and more attention to his image in front of Wei Yan. As long as it is a bad thing, he doesn't want Wei Yan to see it.

Hearing that, Wei Yan did not agree: "The hospital is grieving."

The grievance is heavy, and there are many evil spirits and ghosts that breed.

"It's okay, didn't I have your charm?" Zheng Quzhi took out a small gourd from his neck and shook it towards Wei Yan with a smile.

The small gourd is made of turquoise jade. It is small and delicate. It can be opened on the top. There is a small space inside. Zheng Quzhi put the blood talisman given by Wei Yan last time. From the outside, it looks like a little gourd with blood in the middle, with white in the green, and it looks so tight.