Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Because of a heavy rain, their departure had to be delayed again.

Fan Chong said he wanted a daughter, and Bai Yao's words "you have to work harder" made him misunderstand him. Before it got dark, he would sit obediently on the bed, half-undressed, and stare at Bai Yao with shy, shining eyes.

Bai Yao is not a serious person. She really can't resist the temptation, so she often fulfills his wish and embarks on the plan of having a baby with him.

Bai Yao once said that he only focused on quantity and not quality. In fact, this statement is a bit wrong. His quantity does not only refer to the number of times, but also to the "capacity".

After Fan Su's excitement, he still couldn't hide his joy. He lay on Bai Yao's body, touching her slightly protruding belly with gentle movements, as if there was really a little life inside.

Bai Yao was in the sage's moment, too lazy to move, so she let him touch her.

Perhaps Fansui was a little naive, so he pinched the flesh on Bai Yao's belly and said, "It's soft."

Bai Yao slapped his hand away, "You're weak!"

Fan Su raised his face, pursed his lips, and said seriously: "Princess, I am not soft."

Bai Yao said that she didn't want him to touch her flesh. She didn't want to admit that she had gained some weight since marrying him, but he obviously understood the other aspect that she cared about.

Bai Yao felt pity for him when she saw his pitiful appearance. She touched his head and said perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, you are not weak."

Fan Sui was easy to deal with and believed her words easily. He continued to lie on Bai Yao's lower abdomen. He felt happy when he thought that it was bulging because of him.

Bai Yao asked him, "You've been listening for a long time. What did you hear?"

"No." He shook his head and raised his eyes expectantly, "But as long as I work hard, there will be movement soon."

He was very confident in his hard work. After all, not long ago, Bai Yao had affirmed his "quality".

Bai Yao suddenly asked him, "What if it's a boy?"

Fan Sui frowned slightly.

Bai Yao held his face, "If it was a boy, you wouldn't hate him, would you?"

Fansong shook his head slowly, "No, it's the princess's child, I like them all."

At least he can speak human language.

Bai Yao was just breathing a sigh of relief when she heard him say, "If it's a boy, I won't have to save up my pocket money to buy him crushed ice."

She wondered, "Why?"

Fanshou said as a matter of course: "When he is seven years old, he can live independently and earn money to support himself."

Bai Yao: "..."

Does he have some strange misunderstanding about "independent living"?

The night gradually became hazy. Because of the rain, there was no light from the stars or the moon tonight.

Wang Qing huddled in his room and couldn't sleep. His cell phone was still broken. The cell phone repairman in the village had poor skills and told him directly to buy a new one. Wang Qing could only temporarily buy an old-fashioned phone to use first.

But his phone card had been completely destroyed along with the previous phone, and all his contacts were saved in the previous phone and card. Now he couldn't even contact his acquaintances.

Ever since he came to this haunted place, he has been frightened all the time, and now any scary thing he sees can make him jump.

Wang Qing forced himself to calm down and think carefully. Maybe he was overthinking it. Bai Yao was his classmate. Was she a good person or a bad person? Couldn't he tell the difference?

But the young man who always followed Bai Yao was really scary and terrifying. Every time he looked at him for a second, Wang Qing would feel his scalp tingling.

He still couldn't sleep that night. Late at night, the sound of wind and rain outside was mixed with some screams.

Wang Qing opened the window and looked out. The house in the distance was brightly lit, which was particularly conspicuous in the rainy night, and the noise came from there.

Apparently, Wang Qing was not the only one disturbed by the sound. An old lady came out, stood in the aisle, and looked into the distance.

Wang Qing asked: "Where is that?"

The old man replied: "It's Mr. Zhao's home. It looks like something happened to their family."

As the saying goes, distant relatives are close neighbors. When something happened to the Zhao family, the lights on in several surrounding houses were lit up. I guess everyone wanted to go and see what was going on.

Wang Qing heard Bai Yao's voice, "Shall we go and take a look too?"

He turned his head and saw that Bai Yao and Fan Su were standing outside the door. Maybe because it was cold at night, Bai Yao was wearing a long skirt and a coat, and was dressed extra warmly.

Fan Su was still dressed in his lazy attire, clinging to Bai Yao like a parasite that lived on her. He must have just woken up, and looked sleepy, but seemed to be in a good mood. When he looked at Wang Qing, his eyes were slightly curved, and he was very friendly.

Wang Qing still felt his scalp tingling, but something happened at Teacher Zhao's home, so he should go and see and do his part.

The old man brought black raincoats to the three people and asked them to wear them so that they would not be too wet by the rain.

It was raining so heavily that the road was not easy to walk on at night.

Wang Qing, a grown man holding a flashlight, was stumbling as he walked. Looking back, he saw Fan Su walking as if on flat ground, with steady steps. He was even able to free his hand to support Bai Yao to prevent her from falling.

Fansui's calmness and composure only made Wang Qing look even more foolish.

Fan Sui took Bai Yao and walked to the side, preventing her from stepping into the puddle. He raised his eyes and said, "Going up from here, it seems to be the cemetery we went to today."

Wang Qing was startled and instantly moved away from the path leading up the mountain. He retreated too quickly and stepped into a pit, splashing mud all over his body. If he had not held onto a tree next to him, he would have almost fallen flat on his face.

Wang Qing seemed to hear laughter, and he quickly raised his head to look over.

Fan Sui had already held Bai Yao's hand and walked forward.

Bai Yao whispered, "Can you not be so mean? You know he's timid, but you still deliberately bully him every time."

Fan Chong looked innocent, and he was almost ready to die to prove his innocence. "Your Highness, I am a good person. I did not bully him."

Bai Yao looked suspicious.

Wang Qing is timid. During a college reunion, when everyone went into a haunted house, he was the only one who ran out crying. Perhaps it was because of his timidity that he attracted a lot of weird people who came to tease him intentionally.

He was a coward and walked into the village, just like a little lamb walking into a tiger's mouth.

It was indeed the Zhao family that had gotten into trouble. It was late at night and many people had gathered at the Zhao family's house. Bai Yao and his group arrived relatively late and heard several people talking.

"Teacher Zhao was just buried today. How could something like this happen in their family again?"

"I saw Zhao Si was fine today, how come he suddenly passed away?"

"Do you think he committed suicide?"

"Would someone who committed suicide dig out his or her own eyes?"