Chu Ci subconsciously followed the habit of fishing and stepped on it and walked around.

His eyes blinked, as if he realized that this movement was a little stupid. He pursed the corners of his lips, looked around, and felt relieved after finding that no one saw it, and then quietly walked towards Fu Su's house.

He poked his little head and looked inside through the gap at the door.

Fu Su was feeling uncomfortable, and at home, he naturally didn't have that high vigilance. Although he heard the sound of water just now.

But I just thought that my little ancestor was getting up and making a fuss when he was half asleep.

He frowned and turned over, upset because of the headaches that came from time to time.

I couldn't sleep and felt uncomfortable. I felt the light was a bit dazzling, but I didn't want to ask people to come in, and I didn't want to move.

Fu Su was lying on the bed like this, thinking about what happened during this period.

The development of various things was too magical, which made him unable to help but start to believe in the existence of some strange things.

Thinking of this, he spoke with a very low voice. At that moment, Chu Ci was discovered by him.

As a result, he heard a sound like he was talking to himself, "Is there any ghost? Help turn off the light."

Chu Ci paused for a moment and pulled the corners of her lips.

Are you sure you just have a cold, not a brain disease?

Why do I think you are sick?

No one responded, naturally as expected. Fu Su stared at the ceiling and added, "Tomorrow, Xu Ji is coming to deliver pastries, I'll help you with those pastries."

He doesn't like pastry things, but because he has cooperated with Xu Ji, he still needs to accept what he should do, but these things are very popular with others.

Every time he came, he was stopped by his father's concubines and divided up. Because he didn't like it, he had no objection.

But now he has moved out and the new products that are given once a quarter are still waiting to be selected. He thought about this and said it casually.

His voice was hoarse and low, and he was muttering to himself, with annoyance.

Only after I finish speaking can I realize how stupid my behavior is.

Fu Su pulled the corners of his lips and sneered, his eyes were full of irritability, he pulled the quilt and was about to turn over.

I heard a soft and glutinous girl's voice coming from the dark outside the door, "Can I want osmanthus cake?"

Fu Su was stunned for a moment, sure that there was no memory of this sound in his memory.

He just mentioned it casually.

Is there really a ghost??

He sat up all of a sudden, and his consciousness became clear. His hand had already reached under the pillow, and he touched a sharp knife that had been sleeping with him for a long time. He held the hilt of the knife and pulled it out like this.

Then a slight creaking sound was heard.

The wooden door that was originally open with a small crack was pushed open a little, and a small head came in, revealing only half of his face, blinking his big black eyes.

The golden patterns on the forehead and gorgeous long silver hair look particularly flickering under the warm candlelight.

The white and tender little hands were just leaning on the door, with a little bit of expectation in my eyes.

An incredible little girl.

As a businessman, you naturally have to strive to remember everyone you deal with.

And this little girl looks so delicate that she would be impressed if she had seen it.
Chapter completed!