The days of Kuai Chuan's counterattack with a male god

Chapter 235 Evil Ghost Taoist (07)

Wushuang smiled: "Yeah, it's okay, my body can resist uncle's cold."

When the girl spoke, her tone was always sweet and crisp, which was his favorite tone.

Since her eldest brother died, she has never spoken to herself in such an innocent tone.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

Ye Meng held the girl's hand, and his lips moved close to her. When he was about to approach, she still showed no fear.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Don't be afraid, I know that everything uncle does is for my own good."

Ye Meng's heart trembled, then he let go of her and stood up.

Looking at his back as he drifted away, Wushuang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his happiness value should have increased, right?
"No." Chi Sheng came out to answer in time.

so troublesome?

When Ye Meng came back, he had an extra bowl of soup in his hand.

"Drink it."

Wu Shuang frowned, or should she drink the poisonous soup?

But looking up, she still saw a trace of hesitation and entanglement in the other party's eyes.

Wushuang gritted her teeth secretly, reached out to take the bowl, and could only gamble.

"I've been drinking this soup for three days. Is this a tonic? I'm suddenly not afraid of my uncle's chill. It must have something to do with this bowl of soup. I know that my uncle is fierce on the surface, but he really cares about me in his heart."

Ye Meng was stunned, this bowl is poison...

What happened to her...?
Wushuang lowered her eyes, her face felt aggrieved: "Although I really don't want to drink, but thinking of my uncle's concern, I will definitely drink it clean."

Wushuang gritted her teeth, put the bowl to her lips, and lifted it up to drink...

"Snapped!"

The bowl suddenly flew away from his hand, smashed to the ground, shattered into slag, and the quilt was wet with water stains.

"Uncle~~"

"Okay!" Ye Meng suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Stop pretending, Gan Wushuang, don't you hate me very much? Suddenly you change your mind, what do you want?"

Silent tears fell down, Wushuang looked at him tremblingly: "I... I just... just heard what uncle said to a ghost that day."

Ye Mengtong's eyes tightened, his face was stiff: "You... what did you hear?"

"The ghost was reporting the results of the investigation into the cause of my father's death, so I thought, maybe I really misunderstood you." Wushuang lowered her eyes, a tear splashed on the quilt, and slowly fainted: "I killed uncle, I just feel guilty and want to treat you better."

Ye Meng stared blankly at the crying girl.

No matter what she said before, she never believed in herself.

Does she believe in herself now?
For a moment, he didn't know what to say, and the complexity in his heart made him a little tangled and uncomfortable.

Without further ado, Ye Meng disappeared again.

Wushuang patted himself on the chest, and breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you don't drink that medicine, you won't die too ugly.

Just as Wu Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, Ye Meng's voice came again: "Do you believe me?"

Wushuang was taken aback by the sudden question. She lowered her head and said in a weak voice, "Of course, uncle has always been very kind to me. It was because I was too sad that I fell into other people's tricks, uncle..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Meng disappeared again.

But she can hear the end of the wall, a ghost crying crying: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"What's wrong?"

"No—I don't know...Ah!!!"

After a while, a kid with a bruised nose and swollen face came through the wall: "Miss Gan, what did I do? Why did Uncle Ye Meng kick me?"

(End of this chapter)