Flash marriage to the underworld boss, the queen of metaphysics is sweet and wild

The two got in the car, and Wen Qi sent Feng Ce her location, "I've been to her house before to check out Feng Shui."

Feng Ce turned on the navigation and asked while driving: "What's going on? It's so urgent."

Wen Qi frowned, "This netizen's name is Ding Bu, and she is a stay-at-home wife. I just calculated that she passed away a day ago. But she just sent me a message asking what hell is like. I'm afraid she will do something stupid. .”

It can be seen from the message that Ding Bu was very emotional and might have done something irreversible impulsively. And judging from her tone and the information she revealed, her death was definitely related to her husband!

Feng Ce understood, "You are afraid that she will protect humans as a ghost."

Wen Qi nodded, "That's it." Still the same sentence: "It's not worth it for a scumbag."

Feng Ce looked at the remaining time of the journey and said, "It's a bit far, so sit tight."

Wen Qi obeyed and tightened her seat belt. The next second, the sedan roared and rushed out.

Dingbu's family lives in a newly built high-end community in the eastern suburbs. The community has complete facilities and beautiful greenery. The six buildings are all large flat floors with one staircase and one household. The sound insulation is very good. Unless you use a hammer to smash it, you can't hear anything from upstairs to downstairs. Less than a sound.

Because the security guard still remembered Wen Qi from the last time he was here, he just said hello and asked Feng Ce to drive in. You cannot enter the underground garage, so you can only park your car in the temporary parking lot outside.

When they got off the car, Wen Qi and Feng Ce didn't say anything. They walked to the fifth building in silence, without any need to communicate - the ghost energy on the ninth floor of the fifth building was so high!

After entering the elevator, Feng Ce said, "It's probably too late."

Wen Qi sighed, "Just let fate dictate everything you do." It's better not to interfere too much with things like fate. Otherwise, they could just use the boundary gate at home to come here, so why bother driving?

After receiving the private message, Wen Qi decided that it was fate to come. It is fate to be unable to make it in time and can only watch the tragedy happen.

The elevator dinged and they reached the ninth floor. When the door opened, they saw a ghostly aura mixed with resentment.

Wen Qi's frown deepened, "A domain has been formed."

Feng Ce warned: "Ding Bu has probably lost his mind. Send him away as soon as you meet him." After saying that, he stepped outside first, and his body was swallowed up instantly, leaving only one echoing word: "Hurry up. After finishing it, I went home and haven’t finished the barbecue yet.”

Wen Qi thought about the smell of barbecue and couldn't help but lick her lips. She had just eaten it not long ago and was not even half full. Most of the meat on the table was not roasted. She didn't know if leaving it for a long time would affect the taste.

Wen Qi smacked her lips regretfully and stepped out of the elevator. After taking a few steps, the misty darkness in front of his eyes faded in an instant, and Wen Qi appeared in a bright living room.

There is a large floor-to-ceiling window on the south side of the living room, which provides plenty of light and makes the entire living room warm.

On the sofa, a woman with shoulder-length hair was making a call on her mobile phone. This person was Ding Bu.

Wen Qi walked slowly to her and stood in front of her. The woman seemed not to notice her and played with the lipstick in her hand expressionlessly.

When the call was connected, Wen Qi could clearly hear the man's voice on the other end of the phone, "Hello? Wife?"

Ding Bu blinked, responded, and then said: "When I just sent your suit to be washed, I found a used lipstick in your pocket. It doesn't seem to be mine."

The man on the other end was silent for two seconds, "What do you want to say?"

"No." Ding Bu blinked faster, "I just want to ask, does this lipstick belong to your colleague? It's a big brand. She will definitely be unhappy if she can't find it. How about I send it to her now?" ?”

"No need." The man was a little anxious, "I'll just give it to her tomorrow." After a pause, the man softened his tone and said, "It was the company's team building last week. She didn't have a backpack when she went out to touch up her makeup, so she asked me I helped hold it first, but then I drank too much and forgot about it.”

Ding Bu lowered his eyes slightly, and the corners of his eyes were already a little red, "Yeah."

The man sighed and coaxed softly: "Wife, you have to believe me, I love you the most."

Ding Bu was silent for two seconds and then took the initiative to change the topic, "Come back early after get off work today and I will make ribs for you."

The man didn't respond immediately, why: "I have a party tonight, maybe... I won't go home that early."

"Then forget it." Tears fell from the corners of Dingbu's eyes, "That's it, I'm dead."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Bu lay on the sofa and cried bitterly.

Black mist spread from Dingbu, and the surrounding scene disappeared.

Wen Qi stood there without moving.

In the darkness, Ding Bu's voice sounded: "We have been together since high school, for fifteen years, and I know him too well. When I realized that there was no need for evidence, I was very sure that he had cheated."

"In the past, I was proud of this understanding. It was proof of our deep love for each other. But after that day, I began to hate this understanding. It made me unable to even pretend to be stupid."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black fog dissipated, and it was still the familiar living room. The difference was that it was dark outside the window, a floor lamp was on inside the room, and there was a broken lipstick on the marble floor tiles.

Ding Bu sat on the sofa with red and swollen eyes, staring at the lipstick on the ground and not knowing what he was thinking.

Not long after, the sound of the door opening sounded, and Ding Bu came to his senses instantly, got down to the ground and walked towards the door.

Wen Qi followed her quietly.

The door opened, and a fairly handsome young man came in, a head taller than Dingbu.

Wen Qi took a look at the man's face. The three lines at the end of his eyes seemed to be engraved on him. It was indeed a face that was capable of cheating, and it was the kind that would not change despite repeated admonitions.

The man seemed to have drunk too much. He glanced at Ding Bu with drunken eyes, then rushed forward to hug him, and said drunkenly: "Honey, I'm back! Wife... I drank too much."

Ding Bu subconsciously caught the person and helped him to the sofa to sit down with difficulty.

The man hugged her and refused to let go. Ding Bu could not stand steadily. When he fell forward, he supported the man's chest and accidentally caught a glimpse of red on his shirt.

Ding Bu paused for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and pushed the man's suit out, revealing the shirt underneath, with a faint lip print on it.

For several seconds, she seemed to be frozen, motionless. It wasn't until tears fell from her eyes that she suddenly came to her senses. He stood up, glanced at the man, and sat down on the sofa next to him.

Then time passed quickly, and the night passed like this. The sun rose, and the two of them still maintained the same posture as last night.

The man frowned slightly because of the dazzling sunlight and woke up uncomfortably. When he first opened his eyes, he couldn't help but be startled, and then sat up suddenly, "Wife!"

Seeing Ding Bu sitting on the sofa, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked in confusion: "Why did I sleep on the sofa all night?"

Ding Bu looked at him tiredly, his lips were chapped, his eyes were black and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

The man was a little panicked when he saw her like this, so he quickly came over and asked, "Honey, what's wrong with you?"

Ding Bu wrinkled his nose and pushed him away a little.

The man reacted, "Did I touch you again?" He stood up, "I'm going to wash it now."

"No need." Ding Bu's voice was hoarse, "Cheng Xin, let's get a divorce."

The man turned around and looked at her in shock, "Why?"

Ding Bu didn't look at him, and his plain voice concealed extreme pain, "The lipstick mark and the previous perfume...the traces are too obvious, I can't pretend not to know."

The man opened his mouth several times to speak, but no word came out.

Dingbu continued: "According to the prenuptial agreement, the cheating party has to leave the house. You should pack up your things and leave now."

The man's eyes suddenly turned red, and he knelt on the ground suddenly, begging: "I was wrong, wife, Bubu, please forgive me once, I promise I will never make a mistake again..."

The black mist spread again and obscured the slightly funny scene.

"I forgive him." After a pause, Ding Bu's voice was suddenly full of hatred, "But I didn't expect that he would give me such a big surprise the next day!"