How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

Chi Yan turned around, looked at the newcomer with a happy face and said, "It's Mei Mei! Haven't we been doing this for the past thousand years? We have only this one goal, to welcome the return of the Ghost Lord and revive the ghost world."

Mei Ran walked out from the shadows. He was wearing loose casual clothes. He was a young man about 1.7 meters tall. His left eye was as bright as an eagle, but his right eye was wrapped in a thick bandage.

He was thin and petite, with two gray and red feathers inserted diagonally on his head. He had a very cold expression on his face and stood in the center of the stage with his arms folded.

After taking in the scene in front of him, Mei Ran continued, "It has always been our selfish desire to prosper the ghost world, but will the master be willing to come back? Coming back means facing everything in the past. It's been a thousand years, do you think the master can let it go?"

Chi Yan, who was always cheerful and lively, actually felt a little sad. He raised his hand and made a gesture, transforming into the charming female host just now. He said in a sweet and loud voice: "You have to understand that if the master doesn't come back, it will be the most dangerous for him. That thing is about to wake up, and you should know what the first thing he will do when he wakes up. Of course, we can protect him privately, but that thing was able to destroy our entire ghost world back then. Do you think we can stop him?"

Mei Ran stopped talking. He turned and walked back into the shadows. He finally said in the shadows: "No matter what, I will not let you get hurt in the slightest."

The next day, the entertainment gossip was on the front page. A dozen wealthy businessmen from the celebrity circle were playing role-playing games in the Niqing Club in the middle of the night. They got drunk and played too much. A group of people hung four of them from the ceiling and damaged top luxury auction items worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

It is said that the Ni Qing fan is a treasure handed down from the Yu Dynasty. It was made by the famous patriotic minister Song Qingzhou for his beloved wife after searching all over the world for precious pigments.

His wife's real name is no longer traceable, but we only know that they died less than half a year after their marriage.

In later generations, Song Qingzhou wrote many poems to mourn his deceased wife, and used his own Qingzhou Lingyun style to record every detail about him and his deceased wife. They are now kept in the Beijing Museum.

This short report about the Drowning Club caused a small heated discussion in H City and even became a hot topic on the local forum. Many people said that celebrities and wealthy businessmen really know how to have fun.

It's understandable if she dresses up as a middle-aged woman, but what's the meaning of dressing up as a bearded man with bare breasts?

It’s you celebrities who know how to have fun. We ordinary people really can’t keep up with the trend.

Because he came back too late yesterday, Jiang Luo fell asleep as soon as he got back. He fell asleep in seconds and slept until he woke up naturally around nine o'clock.

As a result, when he woke up, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. There were more than a dozen ghost dolls crawling around in the room, and there was a red ghost floating in the air, directing several smart and studious ghost dolls to recite the Three Character Classic there.

Next to them is a ghost kid holding a bowl and practicing the "Golden Rooster Stand" move, which is obviously a basic move of a martial artist in Peking Opera.

What was even worse was that several ghost dolls were sleeping in his bed in all directions, and two of them were drooling and talking in their sleep: "Daddy, Daddy, I'm so tired, can we stop practicing?"

Jiang Luo: ...

This is not the point. The point is that Huo Yancheng, who was unable to get on the bed because of the ghost dolls, was looking at him with a face full of grievance, and was about to cry.

Seeing that he was awake, he shouted in grievance: "Wife, after not seeing you for one night, you gave me so many illegitimate children?"

Jiang Luo was so scared that he waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, no, no, listen to my explanation, I really didn't do anything..."

Hey, wait, when Jiang Luo thought about what he and Fan Wujiu did last night, he suddenly lost the confidence to continue.

Huo Yancheng felt even more aggrieved in an instant. He pouted and said, "Wife, do you really not love me anymore? Do you have someone else outside?"

Jiang Luo sat up and said, "No, no one else. Huo Yancheng, listen to my explanation. These children... these children are not mine!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a group of little kids shouted at him in unison: "Daddy, don't you want us anymore? Wuuuuuuuuu wawawawawa..."

The main words caused a burst of screams. Jiang Luo liked children very much, but hearing more than a dozen children crying at the same time was really a heart-breaking feeling.

Just as he was speechless, a faint voice came from above his head: "What are you yelling about? Who is your father?"

The ghost dolls were stunned, and looked up at Gu Ying. As if they had thought of something, they touched their heads one after another, and then smiled and hugged Gu Ying: "I remember! Daddy is Gu Ying, Gu Ying is our daddy!"

Jiang Luo: ...

What the fuck...

His world became more and more fantastical. Who could have imagined that a group of little ghosts in his room would call a foolish ghost "dad"?

But fortunately, there was such a ghost who was keen on being someone else's father, so Jiang Luo's reputation was finally saved.

He pulled the corner of his lips towards Huo Yancheng and said, "See, I told you it's not mine, right? They have their father's, and I really have no one outside...!"

He said the last three words in a very decisive tone, as if to give courage to himself who felt guilty.

Fortunately, Huo Yancheng reluctantly believed it, but he immediately asked another question: "But... why did you bring so many children home? And bring their father along? They look... weird?"

Jiang Luo thought that he couldn't let him know that he raised a little ghost, and besides, the purpose of raising the little ghost was to prolong his life!

Thinking of this, Jiang Luo immediately stood up, pulled Huo Yancheng's face and asked: "Huo Yancheng, are you feeling unwell? You're not bleeding... ah ah ah, oh no, you're bleeding from the nose again! Xiaobai, Xiaobai, hurry up!"

Huo Yancheng wiped the blood from his nose without caring about it, and went to find a paper sticker to wipe the blood from his nose. He said, "Don't worry, you will get used to it after you see it more. Hey, who is Xiaobai? How many things about you, my wife, do I not know?"

Jiang Luo didn't have time to explain anything. He helped Huo Yancheng lie down on the bed and quickly gave Huo Yancheng the thirty points of Yin Qi he had gained from successfully subduing the second-level infatuated ghost yesterday.

After using it, Huo Yancheng's life span immediately increased from ten days to forty days. Jiang Luo nodded with satisfaction. The next second, the system prompt sounded again: "Because the target furnace tripod uses the power of the flaming sun, the yang value is -25, and the remaining yang value is 15 points. The remaining life span of the target furnace tripod is fifteen days. I hope the host will continue to work hard. When the yang value is greater than one hundred, the host can practice Hehuan Dual Cultivation with the furnace tripod target."

Jiang Luo: ...What does the last sentence mean?

Wait, how many points did you just say he was deducted?

Twenty-five?

Jiang Luo almost fainted. I worked so hard all night and you deducted 25 points from me in an instant?

The system just said that he used the power of the flaming sun. How could he use the power of the flaming sun just to sleep?

Could it be that this kid had a wet dream?

He looked towards the balcony in confusion, and sure enough, he saw a pair of pure black boxer briefs floating on the balcony.

Jiang Luo covered his face, looked up at Huo Yancheng, and asked, "Well... let me make a small suggestion. Of course, I personally don't object to you relieving yourself when you feel it, but your current body is really not suitable for doing that. So in the future, can you try not to do this?"

Huo Yancheng had a lot of questions in his head. He asked, "Don't? Don't do what?"

Jiang Luo's cheeks were burning, and he couldn't continue. He just said, "It's good that you understand!"

Huo Yancheng thought to himself, I don’t understand, wife, what do you want me to understand?

Before he could ask the result, Huo Yancheng fainted again due to excessive blood loss.

With the experience from last time, Jiang Luo was no longer so anxious, knowing that he would be able to recover in a short while.

Looking at his steady breathing, strong heartbeat, and the twenty-day countdown to his life on the system panel, Jiang Luo felt both uneasy and relieved.

At this moment, I inexplicably thought of Fan Wujiu, his soft lips, and the beautiful night they had spent under the black mosaic.

He looked up at Huo Yancheng's hair, and felt that Huo Yancheng's hair was inexplicably green. He whispered, "I'm sorry, Huo Yancheng, I kissed someone else, and also... Although it was an illusion, it was too real. But don't worry, I won't meet that person again. He is a ghost messenger, busy with work, and he will definitely not come to see me if he has nothing to do. Now that we are married, I will abide by the rules of marriage."

After he finished speaking, he sighed, and heard a faint voice from the side: "It was just an erotic dream, why do you care so much about it? Could it be that you have developed feelings for that Fan Wujiu?"

Jiang Luo then remembered that there were more than a dozen ghosts nearby, and he had just said a lot of words that were not suitable for children. There were more than a dozen baby ghosts in his room.

The baby ghost was looking at him curiously, so he immediately said, "Hey, you little brats, turn your faces away and cover your ears!"

The little ones were quite well-behaved. They were wearing little red bellybands and standing in a row, covering their ears and closing their eyes facing the wall.

Gu Ying: ...

He said speechlessly: "You've already said it, what's the difference between this and covering one's ears and stealing a bell?"

Jiang Luo had a headache and asked, "Why don't you just stay in your books? Why are you running out for no reason?"

Gu Ying said, "It's so boring. We are ghosts, not animals. How can we be kept in a pen? Besides, your book is too crowded, and you don't have any space magic. We will all be shrunk onto a small piece of paper. My neighbors are a bunch of ghosts, and their noise is so annoying. They asked me to take them out to play, so I took them out."

Jiang Luo wiped a cold sweat and thought that with Boss Gu, this troublemaker, around, it would be difficult to manage these ghosts in the future.

Jiang Luo asked: "Then you can't play around in my room like this. This is the wedding room of Huo Yancheng and I. If it's just me, it's fine. But you will disturb others if you do this!"

After hearing the word "wedding room", Gu Ying turned her gaze to Huo Yancheng's face and exclaimed, "He looks like this! He's so handsome! Jiang Luo, where did you get a husband of this level? Although he is not much worse than my Zhou Lang, my Zhou Lang is still better."

Jiang Luo thought that people who are in love really have a very thick filter for their other half, but he was curious about what Song Qingzhou looked like that could make the stunningly beautiful Boss Gu so crazy about him.