Kuaishou: The host of calamity has meddled in the villain again

There was only an ambiguous panting sound from the quiet corridor, and Mu Boyan couldn't help but let out a muffled hum from his throat. He closed his eyes, pulled on his tie, his face flushed a little, his breathing was heavy, and his hands were already sleepy. On Su Zai's waist.

The heat source on his body made him keep probing forward, trying to get the only coolness, even though his thoughts were rational and his mind was clear, but his body didn't obey and was manipulated by 'desire'.

Not long after, Mu Boyan leaned against the door. The cold and dignified man was infected with a lust that he had never touched at this moment, which was hard to control and hard to resist. After it was over, he pushed the person in front of him away, but when he touched Su Zai, he became weak. waist, and hurriedly hugged her back into his arms. As a result, the girl was embraced by him, and they were tightly pressed together.

Fortunately, few people will walk the corridor, and at the moment the cleaners have never come here, and there are no inspectors, otherwise you will find the spring behind the door'.

Su Ran withdrew from his arms, her eyes were red and watery, she blinked, regained her previous expression, and threatened: "Have you seen what happened just now? Mu Boyan, you are mine now." , if you dare to run, the Qiao Ye just now will be the next you. I allow you to run, and I will catch you after all, if you don't mind the trouble."

Mu Boyan withdrew his outstretched hand and only stopped in mid-air for less than a second. Perhaps Su would never notice it again.

Su opened the door again, and continued before walking: "I have something to do, you can do it yourself. Also, just continue your disgust, don't put on an air in front of me, so as not to disgust the two of you."

She doesn't care for Mu Boyan's funny and false concern. Since she hates it, she will hate it for the rest of her life. When she gets tired of it, she won't care whether he hates it or likes it.

The door closed with a bang, and Mu Boyan didn't even have a chance to stop him. He firmly grasped the handle of the door, and the surging desire was beaten back to its original shape by Su Ran's words. The bloody bite marks on the side were more painful, and my throat was a little tingling, and I couldn't speak a word.

He leaned against the door and pressed hard on the wound on the side of his neck until the wound turned blue and blood flowed out, and continued as if he couldn't feel the pain.

Qiao Ran.

He silently said a few words of her name, and what she said was not bad, just continue to hate it, when did he be tolerant to this level, he should have hated it, continue to hate hypocrisy, disgusting, heh!

Everything is dominated by her, no matter how capable Joe thinks he is, he, Mu Boyan, has never been afraid of anyone, never yielded to anyone, why should he listen?

In the ward on the fourth floor.

"Doctor, it was really beaten by a ghost. It was a doll with braids. It pushed us down the hillside and beat us up."

"Doctor, doctor, you have to believe us. What we said is true. It was a flying doll. She hit us in mid-air and deleted our photos. Doctor, we are not crazy."

The two paparazzi yelled frantically on the hospital bed, begging the doctor frantically for help. They were indeed beaten by a little doll, but no one believed it.

Several nurses were controlling them vigorously.

The doctor wrote a bunch of ghostly characters in the notebook, and judged: "The patient should be suffering from delusional disorder and needs to be hospitalized for further observation. They will be given a sedative and will have a CT scan tomorrow to continue observation."

The paparazzi wanted to cry in despair and yelled loudly for help, but unfortunately no one wanted to pay attention to them. After the injection, they slowly fell asleep.

Quiet quickly returned to the ward.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Su Zai temporarily switched the monitoring and entered the ward. The two of them slept soundly on the bed.

She woke them up and sat quietly on the chair, which was facing the two beds.

The two paparazzi sat up from the bed, opened their eyes, saw the person opposite, and jumped up on the bed at the same time.

Shouting 'the ghost is coming' in his mouth.

"Shut up."

Su rang the bell again, and called them to stop impatiently, it was too loud, if she hadn't learned to speak dumb, she would have cut off their tongues.

The paparazzi immediately shut up, knelt down on the bed, and almost kowtowed.

"You two, long time no see, how do you feel?"

The bell swayed, and the crazy man became sober, his face was full of fear, he stepped back in fear, picked up the pillow behind him and hugged him, not daring to speak, the two shook their heads at the same time, and soon nodded in horror, shook their heads again, and nod.

After repeating a few times, he shouted tremblingly: "Joe, Miss Qiao."

They were really scared. Who would have thought that Miss Qiao's family was a female ghost? It was said that members of the big family would raise little ghosts. Now it seems to be true. Maybe the Qiao family and his wife did not die, but they were refined together to become the present. Look, they trembled even more.

"I'm here to ask you to do me a favor."

It is not polite to say that it is helping Su Ran.

The paparazzi hugged the pillow and clasped his hands together, his face full of reverence and fear: "Please tell me, Daxian, don't worry, Daxian, we will do what you say."

"The two of you will follow Pan Lingling and Qiao Ye from today. Take good photos and shoot the whole process. I will pay you the salary." Su Zai smiled sadly: "Do you know Qiao Ye? I just sent you The one who came over to make me laugh."

The paparazzi seemed to have entered the morgue, sweating coldly, and hurriedly kowtowed: "Great Immortal, please forgive me. We will do a good job in filming. No wages are required. We are happy to serve you and fulfill your wish."

"How can I do without salary? I don't like to owe others, and I don't like others to owe me." Su took out two wads of money and put them in front of the bed.

Continued: "You have to know how to speak, otherwise, I don't mind sending you to see your ancestors at any time."

The two paparazzi then kowtowed: "Yes, yes, don't worry Daxian, don't worry Daxian, we will definitely take a good shot and keep it absolutely confidential.

"Take the money and do things well."

"Farewell to the Great Immortal, and the Great Immortal walks slowly, I wish the Great Immortal an early enlightenment."

There was no movement outside the door, and the two paparazzi raised their heads, looked at each other, wept with joy, hugged the pillow and danced, they were still alive, they were still alive, the female ghost didn't kill them.

The two looked at the money on the table tacitly, the red one, they picked it up in the past, and were about to count it, but the money turned into yellow paper money, and the two were so scared that they knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Da Xianshu Sin, Daxian forgive me, we must do well."

After being quiet for a while, they raised their heads, the paper money on the ground was still there, and it was turned into ashes with a 'hoo' sound. Both looked up and saw each other's panic, shivering with cold, they would not meet ghosts until eight lifetimes later. It's all Qiao Ye's fault, if not for Qiao Ye and they are all fine now, I don't know what enmity Qiao Ye has with this female ghost.

The door opened at once, and the paparazzi hurriedly folded their palms together: "Forgive me, Daxian, we will work hard, don't worry, we will save you, and we will burn whatever you want"

"What fairy?"

The clear voice made the two paparazzi stunned for a moment. When they looked up, the fear suddenly disappeared, and soon came back to their hearts. Mu Boyan, it would be better to meet that female ghost just now.