The president loves the little monster

Meng Mo had been wondering before, how the Jade Emperor used the guise of the Three Realms Psychological Counseling Center to trick humans into signing a soul contract with them, and how he managed to collect and control a large number of souls in a short period of time.

It turned out to be the case.

First trick them into signing the soul contract, and then create an accident to make them die reasonably.

In this way, no one will suspect that there is an ulterior secret behind their deaths.

No wonder……

No wonder Xia Ming "committed suicide" shortly after the exposure, and couldn't even wait for the dialect to come back.

No wonder the dialect has been unable to find out the identity of the exposed person after so many years, because it is not human at all who is manipulating all this behind the scenes.

No wonder even Meng Mo and Ao Qin couldn't see Xia Ming's soul or hear his voice before. It turned out that... it was only a mutilated ghost that escaped.

But now, with the evil spirit in Jade Emperor's body vanishing into ashes and the soul contract being dissolved, the Xia Ming in front of him is finally a complete ghost, so Meng Mo and Ao Qin can see him without using a camera.

Meng Mo glanced at the direction of the dialect from a distance, and asked, "What happened next?"

"Later..." Xia Ming lowered his head and smiled wryly: "When I first escaped, I thought about exposing them, but I was just a wandering soul wandering in the world, no one could see me, and I didn't know who to go to Redressing grievances, I am even more afraid that my parents, relatives, and the people I love the most... Slowly, I gave up this idea."

"I had nowhere to go, so I drifted all the way back to my hometown. I wanted to see how my relatives and lovers were doing."

"Although my parents are sad because of my 'suicide', I still have a younger brother and a younger sister Cheng Huan, and I can live on, but Brother Yan..." Xia Ming showed a teary expression, "I I watched him lose weight day by day with my own eyes, and in the end he almost lost his bones, but I could only watch and do nothing, neither taking care of him nor comforting him."

"He didn't even know I existed."

"I was anxious and worried, floating around in the apartment building, and passed by a person in the stairwell who was walking and videoing with his mobile phone... I thought he couldn't see me, and I was so unlovable to him He made a grimace, but he yelled 'ah', turned around and ran in panic, screaming for help while running, but accidentally stepped on the air, rolled down the stairs, and fell Broken leg."

"Until that time, I didn't know that humans can see me through the camera."

"I thought about going back to Brother Yan, telling him that I was still by his side, and asking him to take good care of himself and live with my unfulfilled wish...but I'm too ugly," Xia Ming wiped the bruise on his face with his hand. Blood, pushed the crooked nose, and said with a sad face, "Anyway, I'm dead, and it's impossible to return to him, so let him know my existence, in addition to destroying my image in his mind, it will also destroy my image. What's the point?"

"I hope that in my husband's heart, I will always be the beautiful and gentle little daughter-in-law when he first met. Instead of a horrible ghost with blood all over his face."

"But I can't just watch Brother Yan get depressed like this, so... I really had no other choice, so I went to the investor of the big IP that I had contacted before. He once hinted vaguely through his agent that he wanted Unspoken rules for me."

So Xia Ming appeared on the investor's camera with blood all over his face.

Scared the investor half to death, and obediently gave the male number one to the dialect who was quite frustrated at the time.

It was that drama that made the dialect an instant hit.

From then on, as long as it was a drama that Dialect wanted to accept, Xia Ming would do everything possible to help him get it.

——There are very few people who are successful in the entertainment circle who really don't feel fishy at all.Those fat-headed investors, producers who are familiar with unspoken rules, and directors who sleep with starlets every day, have done a lot of bad things, and they are most afraid of ghosts.

It's funny to say, when Xia Ming was a human being, he had never been able to do anything to them, so he had to carefully deal with them with the smiling face.

There is almost never a role he wants to win for dialect.

Just like that, Xia Ming watched Fang Yan come out of depression step by step, watched him gradually become famous, popular, and exploded, and watched him stand on the podium of the world's top film festival, so handsome that he shone ...Xia Ming sat in a corner under the stage where the cameras couldn't see him, looking at his handsome husband with sparkling eyes, and smiled with a row of small white teeth.

He is so happy!

He carefully avoided all the cameras, and happily accompanied the dialect to make announcements, shoot movies, receive awards, and happily "lived together" with his dear husband.

Fang Yan took a small watering can to water the little cactus he raised before his death, and fed the little tortoise he fed before his death. Xia Ming stood by and teased the little tortoise who couldn't see him, and reached out to touch the thorns of the cactus playfully.

Dialect was wearing an apron in the kitchen, frying the dishes he had cooked before his death, and cooking the soup he had made before his death. Xia Ming hugged him intimately from behind, rested his head on his shoulder, and looked at his virtuous expression. My husband cooked the soup with his own hands. When the water was boiled, the soup boiled, bubbling and bubbling, exuding a tempting aroma... Although Xia Ming couldn't smell it, he could imagine the kind of "home" smell. The taste is very happy and very happy.

When it was dark, he slipped into the life-sized puppet customized by Dialect, nestled happily in Dialect's arms, staring at his handsome sleeping face all night long.

When Fang Yan fell asleep, he would always frown tightly, and sometimes he would have nightmares and wake up sweating profusely.

Xia Ming was very distressed, he wanted to use his hands to smooth the wrinkles between his brows, but he could only watch his fingers pass through his forehead, and wanted to reach out to hug him, but his arms passed through his body in vain.

Oh yes, he is dead.

There was no way to touch his lover again.

Thinking of this, he pursed his lips sadly, and the whole ghost became depressed.

……

In this way, Xia Ming "lived together" with Dialect for ten years, feeling happy, happy, sad, and anxious.The happy thing is that dialect finally realized his dream. He got Shidi and Best Movie King successively in just ten years. The happy thing is that he can be with him every day, eat with him and sleep with him, just like they are a couple. Like real young couples, the sad thing is that dialect doesn't seem happy. Although it is well hidden during the day, when asleep, it always frowns tightly. What is anxious is... It has been ten years, and dialect is still not happy. They didn't get out of their relationship, and they never talked about a relationship.

Although he wanted to dominate his dear husband, he didn't want to watch him die alone at all.

Xia Ming was already thinking about how to introduce him to a boyfriend.

But at that time, Dialect received "Fatal Illusion".

The script is too similar to their story, really too similar.

Xia Ming sat in Fang Yan's arms as usual, but frowned tightly, feeling the danger instinctively.

really.

Dialect changed the direction of the investigation, and quickly found the evil Three Realms Counseling Center, and naively believed their lies, and planned to sign an evil soul contract with them after filming this drama, using his life in exchange for his return. Xia Ming's life.

Xia Ming was moved, worried and anxious.

At this moment, the Three Realms Psychological Counseling Center seemed to have noticed him fleeing outside, and activated the remote soul trap.

Xia Ming no longer cared about how ugly he was, he just wanted to tell Fang Yan everything through the camera, so that he would not accept that unnecessary life-changing contract.

So he followed the dialect to the production set, and wanted to remind him when the dialect turned on the camera to take pictures, but after several days in the production set, he felt that his soul was getting weaker and weaker, so weak that it was almost completely transparent, but the dialect did not open it once. through the camera.

Xia Ming went crazy.

He had no choice but to go all out to scare others, and appeared on the director's monitor.

***

Dialect looked at Xia Ming in the distance through the lens of Ao Qin's nonsense translation APP, tears streaming down his face.

It turned out that all his luck over the years was not because of luck, but because of Xia Xia.

It turned out that in the past ten years, Xia Xia had never left, and had always been by his side.

He imagined Xia Ming hugging him happily from behind and watching him cook soup, sitting opposite him pretending to have dinner with him, blushing peeking at him taking a bath, and... getting into the big pillow The look of nestling contentedly in his arms.

He imagined how Xia Ming looked at him on the podium with bright eyes when he was proud, and smiled with a mouthful of white teeth, and when he was sad, he reached out to smooth the wrinkles between his brows, and When they learned that he was in danger, they walked around him like they were about to cry.

Every look made his heart sore, astringent, painful and soft.

Xia Xia, his Xia Xia.

He always thought the decade was empty.

But in fact, this decade is full.

Very very full.

He heard Meng Mo ask: "You are so anxious, why don't you go into the hotel at night to find dialects?"

"Because there is a gatekeeper in the hotel." Xia Ming patted his chest with a look of lingering fear, "I originally wanted to sneak in, but there was Qin Qiong's ghost standing on the left side of the gate, and Yu Chigong's ghost standing on the right. With a big knife and spear in his hand, he is super fierce. I am a little brat, how dare I provoke them."

Meng Mo: "..."

Dialect was uncomfortable at first, but in a blink of an eye, his little daughter-in-law made him cry again. His chest was full, full of love and distress, and he couldn't bear it any longer. Xia Ming rushed over.

The heart beats and beats violently.

But when he rushed to the front, Fang Yan involuntarily slowed down his pace, and even his voice couldn't help but soften. He looked at Xia Xia who was facing him tenderly. Under the moonlight, his skin that was not stained by blood was still the same as before. Same, fat and jade-like white...the smile was the same as before, and it made his heart beat like before.

With a trace of sobs and tenderness that had been suppressed for ten years, he called softly: "Xia Xia!"

Xia Ming turned his head in surprise, saw him stare blankly for two seconds, then jumped up with a loud cry, covered his face like a rabbit, and flew away quickly, crying wildly while floating——

Ahhh, I let my husband see how ugly he is!

How can he live with this!