my therapist freaked out

On Monday, Jiang Hongyu planned to ask Ke Fan for leave, but Ke Fan carefully got off the bed and snatched the phone from Jiang Hongyu's hand with trembling hands: "No, perfect attendance award!"

Jiang Hongyu rubbed his forehead amusedly: "Your back is still not fully recovered, and you have to sit for a whole day at work, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Ke Fan subconsciously squeezed his buttocks, thinking that there was no serious problem: "I can, I'm fine!"

Jiang Hongyu knew Ke Fan's obsession with the perfect attendance award, and it happened that today was also the day he and Bai Wuchang made an appointment to meet, so he didn't persuade him again: "Well, you have to take care of yourself. If you feel uncomfortable, ask for leave as soon as possible. hold on."

Seeing Jiang Hongyu's concerned face, Ke Fan felt warm in his heart, hung his arms around his neck, and kissed Jiang Hongyu suddenly.

After breakfast, Jiang Hongyu sent Ke Fan to the subway station: "Be careful." He handed the briefcase in his hand to Ke Fan, watching the door of the subway close under the warning lights.

He stood there quietly for a while, took a step forward, and landed firmly on the rails through the transparent glass guardrail.

The policeman on duty at the edge of the stairs turned his head and found that the person who hadn't got on the train on the platform just now had disappeared.He felt a little strange, and asked the duty room through the communicator: "Is there any problem with the monitoring just now?"

"There is no problem."

The police walked forward anxiously to check the rails. This subway station uses a fully enclosed platform to prevent people from lying on the rails. It stands to reason that there is no possibility of accidents at all.

Only then did he feel relieved, probably got out of the elevator.

Jiang Hongyu walked slowly towards the direction where the subway disappeared, and turned a corner at an air vent.

"Mr. Jiang, your clothes look very nice today." Bai Wuchang was waiting there alone, when he saw Jiang Hongyu's eyes lit up.

Jiang Hongyu's clothes are one of the two that Ke Fan burned for him. They are made of good material and well tailored, and the black suit fits his temperament very well.Clothes sold in the underworld cannot be bought with ghost coins. Unless your own family members burn them, ghosts can only pick up paper that no one wants to wear.That's why most ghosts wear tattered clothes, and Bai Wuchang only got his uniform after he took a small official position, so he dressed more decently.

Jiang Hongyu crossed the potholes on the ground with some disgust: "Why are the communication offices in the underworld arranged in such places."

Bai Wuchang was speechless: "Mr. Jiang, only this kind of place can guarantee safety." Not all ghosts are as lucky as you, who can bathe in the sun without losing their souls.

Jiang Hongyu looked at Bai Wuchang and said, "Let's go."

Bai Wuchang took Jiang Hongyu down from the underworld passage, and tried to persuade him one last time: "Mr. Jiang, the branding needs to be done three times to complete. Each time will cause irreversible damage to the soul, I hope you think about it again."

Jiang Hongyu waved his hand: "I know you are thinking of me, so there is no need to say any more."

Bai Wuchang couldn't help but feel chilled seeing him obsessed with obsession.Love is not only a thing that fascinates ghosts, it also makes ghosts...

The so-called eighteen floors of hell are just the torture department of the underworld, and the staff who enter and exit are not so eerie when they are not working.However, after entering the door, the screams and begging for mercy were still clearly visible from the end of the corridor under the layers of sound insulation.

Bai Wuchang took Jiang Hongyu to the registration office, and called a young ghost who was sitting and flipping through documents: "Horse face."

"Hey?" The ghost quickly stood up, "My lord, what business do you want to do?"

Bai Wuchang pointed to the person behind him: "It's not me, I bring the responsible project to brand it."

The ghost was stunned: "Ah... branding?" Although he is young, he has worked here for several years. In the past, all the people who have been branded are animal ghosts who have committed heinous crimes. .It was the first time he saw a ghost dressed so well and following Bai Wuchang leisurely to brand him.

"Ah, that's, here, over there, please." Xiaoma looked carefully again, and found that the ghost was full of yin and oppression.Immediately trembling, he stretched out his hand to invite the two of them to come in.

The branded house was cleaned very clean, but there was a chilling smell of blood in the air. "Mr. Jiang, you have to sign a contract first." Bai Wuchang felt that the matter was on the line. He was just an ordinary wage earner, and all he could do now was to clear up his responsibilities.

Jiang Hongyu picked up the long piece of cloth, but after a hasty glance, he bit his finger and drew a circle on it, then put his finger in his mouth.

This was bred by Ke Fan's blood, so it should be cherished.

"Let's get started." Bai Wuchang put away the cloth and said to the staff on the side.

It was the first time for the young ghost to see such a heartless person chattering aside, and there were many onlookers.The older ghost has heard that there is an infatuated seed who actively asks for a branding in order not to be separated from his lover for life after life, but he can't understand it at all.

The stove ghost who started the fire numbly ignited the will-o'-the-wisp, threw the branded judgment pin into the furnace to heat up,

Jiang Hongyu was stuck on the execution chair with a talisman, and his shirt was stripped off, exposing his complexion and muscular chest.

"Don't touch it!" Bai Wuchang scolded the brat who undressed Jiang Hongyu, "Go away."

The kid was scolded and had no choice but to leave in despair.Still stepping back and forth, his eyes were glued to Jiang Hongyu's bare upper body.

"Mr. Jiang Hongyu, let me confirm again. You voluntarily request to have Ke Fan's name imprinted on your heart. After three imprints, you will follow and protect him for life after life, unless your soul is gone, and it will never be reversed." Bai Wuchang said without emotion in front of everyone. with lines.

Whoever wrote it is stupid.

Jiang Hongyu lowered his head and said, "Yes."

All the ghosts onlookers gasped, some sighed that Jiang Hongyu was infatuated, some dismissed Jiang Hongyu as stupid, and some female ghosts had already heard what had happened, showing expressions of weeping with joy.

"let's start."

Ke Fan was so busy in class that he forgot himself, and gradually couldn't sit still in the afternoon, he felt that it was really uncomfortable there.

Couldn't leave the root cause of the disease? Ke Fan felt a little anxious. He and Jiang Hongyu would be together for the rest of their lives. If something goes wrong now, their happy life will be greatly reduced in the future!

Ke Fan decided to go to the hospital after get off work and see a doctor. This is the self-protection awareness that contemporary shou must have.

"The doctors are all off work." The plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Ke Fan rushed to the hospital after work. The anorectal department doctors were off work. Ke Fan went to the emergency room. The room was full of people, and there was a man at the door holding his finger. A strong man whose face was covered with blood from the crack was arguing with a woman.

Ke Fan thought that my little injury really didn't deserve it.

When leaving the hospital, Ke Fan remembered that Jiang Hongyu had almost finished applying the ointment at home.Going to buy another one at a nearby chain pharmacy.

"Sir!" He was about to enter the pharmacy when someone came up from behind and patted him on the shoulder.

Ke Fan turned his head strangely and looked at the man wearing glasses.

"Hi, do we know each other?" He was a little wary that this person was a thief, and reached into his pocket and squeezed his mobile phone tightly.

The man in front of him smiled and took out a black card: "I am the owner of the Dadi Funeral Service Company next door. You have bought things from us before, remember?"

Ke Fan took the card, feeling familiar.

"Ah, I remembered." Ke Fan said, "I bought paper money at your house."

"Yes, sir, we have brought in some men's clothing and paper caravans. I don't know if you need them." The man said.

If it is an ordinary person, if they receive this kind of sales promotion, they will probably punch the other party's teeth out.

But Ke Fan was different. His eyes lit up when he heard it: "Really? Then I'll go take a look with you!" Jiang Hongyu, who bought the clothes at his house before, looked very good after wearing them. Fan was fascinated.

The man observed Ke Fan's reaction and confirmed his previous judgment.

Ke Fan followed him into the shop with the black signboard again.

The author says:

There is another update in the evening~ Ke Fan will soon know the truth about Mr. Jiang using him to return Yang.