Your nemesis passed out again

Wen Ningshu tapped Xun Qin's forehead with his knuckles, leaned close to Xun Qin's ear, and when he spoke, the warm wind gently rushed into Xun Qin's ear: "Then be jealous..."

"Stingy." Xun Qin said, his five fingers clasping Wen Ningshu's fingers and his smile remained unchanged, "Shall I hold your head office?"

After saying that, Wen Ningshu clenched Xun Qin's hand tightly, with a smile on his eyes and eyebrows, Xun Qin's body leaned to Wen Ningshu's side, the warm skin on the inner wall of his forearm pressed against him.

The man wearing a black fisherman's hat in the corner pulled down the brim of the hat. He watched the two people walking away, covered his face with his palms, his body trembled with laughter, and the suppressed smile in his throat was creepy. The eyes revealed in the cracks fixedly stared at the place where the two disappeared. The clothes were worn out, looking like a homeless man, and the rust left on the cuffs could not be seen as dirt or blood.

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Ningshu took the urn from Wang Chenggui, and drew up a purchase agreement in duplicate for Wang Chenggui to press his fingerprints. It would not be difficult to get along with the money. After the money and goods were cleared, Wen Ningshu left with Wang Wen's ashes.

After getting in the car, Xun Qin looked at the urn in his hand in the passenger seat, held the jar with both hands, and let out a sigh of relief...

From the corner of Wen Ningshu's eyes, he looked at Xun Qin, the corners of his lips raised.

He knew that Xun Qin must have other ways to solve this matter, most of which were related to his safety, so that after the matter was perfectly resolved, Xun Qin had to write the four big characters 'like a heavy burden' on his face.

"The next step is the burial. I'll ask someone to find a cemetery. You can decide the time for the burial."

"Okay." Xun Qin slumped on the passenger seat with the urn lying down and smiled relaxedly, "Then when will we talk about the two of us?"

Wen Ningshu pondered for a moment, the corners of his lips raised: "...What's the matter with us?"

Xun Qin, who was paralyzed in the passenger seat, immediately sat up straight, put his head close to Wen Ningshu's side and said seriously, "You were the one who brought up the wedding first, so you can't play tricks. I still want to wear a ring for you."

Wen Ningshu tapped the steering wheel with the tracker ring on his hand, glanced at the ugly ring on his finger, and chuckled.

"Will the next ring be as ugly as this one?"

"No, I don't have much money this time. When I have money, I will make the tracker more detailed and ensure that it will be set on the wedding ring like a fine diamond."

"Are you still proud of wearing a tracker for me?"

Xun Qin, who was talking casually, lowered his head guiltily, turned his eyes carefully to Wen Ning's smiling face, pursed his lower lip, and slowly raised his head and said, "I'm just afraid that you will be stolen."

Wen Ningshu chuckled, "Fool."

After returning home, she placed Wang Wen's urn on the altar where she was enshrined on weekdays. Wang Wen approached the wooden box curiously and sniffed it, then lightly landed in front of the two of them and tilted her head to look at the urn above. .

Wang Wen pointed to herself and said, "Is it me?"

"Ah."

She floated up next to the urn again, lifted a corner of the box with her little hand and poked inside, frowned and fell back to the ground after a while, sitting next to Wen Ningshu in frustration, her little hand clutching the skirt, her eyes looking forward, Often let out a sigh.

Seeing her little self lying in the box as a pile of bones, Wang Wen inevitably felt a little uncomfortable.

Wang Wen buried her head on Wen Ningshu's shoulder, and rubbed against Wen Ningshu's shoulder unhappily, then pouted her lips in aggrieved look at Wen Ningshu.

"It's so ugly, the head can't fit in such a small jar."

"It's all taken apart. If it's really a whole skull, I'm afraid I can't find a suitable container."

Wang Wen glanced at the carved box above and said, "It's so ugly, Wenwen looks really pretty."

"Yes, you look the best."

Hearing Wen Ningshu's praise, Wang Wen sat up straight with a smile on her face, jumped off the sofa and ran towards the study, muttering what Wen Ningshu praised him.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Wen Ningshu got up to open the door. Before he could see who was coming, he hit Wen Ningshu dizzily with an iron fist. Blood oozes from the corners of his frayed mouth. His thumb brushed against his lips. , Before I looked up, a woman shouted 'The ashes are there'.

The man who hit someone just now was about to break into the house. Wen Ningshu gritted his teeth and returned the punch. The person who was following him was about to lift his foot. .

Xun Qin stood in front of Wen Ningshu. Apart from a middle-aged woman, there were two men with big arms and round waists. According to his posture, he was clearly here to trouble them today. Wen Ningshu just couldn't figure out how to reveal the address. The one who went out, the urn I got after going down, and someone came to make trouble at nine o'clock in the evening.

"The daughter of the Wang family was first spotted by my family. The deposit has been paid, and the date of the yin is set. You have to return this urn no matter what you say." The woman outside the door spoke confidently, but it seemed that the urn had to be given to them. just work.

Wen Ning wrote: "Didn't they tell you that I have already settled my money with them?"

"I know that your surname is Wang. The staff of the funeral home when his girl was cremated, who knows what was in your mind when you bought this urn, no one knows. If you want me to post this on the Internet, your face It won't look good."

Wen Ningshu smiled slightly: "It's up to you."

The woman stared at Wen Ningshu for a moment, she really didn't expect the other party's answer to be so calm.

The man who stood up covered his back, grinned in pain and said, "Why are you talking so much nonsense with this girl? Post it on the Internet. I think this girl is a pervert!"

"Buying and selling the ashes of the dead, you may not look better than me, feel free." Wen Ningshu closed the door after finishing speaking, wiped the scar on the corner of his mouth with his fingertips and looked at Xun Qin, "He beat him back, he didn't take advantage."

Xun Qin said, "I'll go downstairs to throw out the trash."

Wen Ningshu held Xun Qin's wrist and shook his head.

Xun Qin patted the back of Wen Ningshu's hand: "Don't worry, I'll go out and talk to that woman to prevent her from yelling again. I know how to measure it."

Wen Ningshu stared into Xun Qin's eyes for a moment before slowly letting go. Xun Qin went out, and the three of them hadn't gotten into the elevator yet. The matter of Wen Wen's urn is a sure thing.

The woman looked at Xun Qin contemptuously: "Are you afraid? Let me tell you, I will make a fuss about this matter on the Internet. I can say whatever I want. He is just waiting to answer the cursing text message, Ming Zhi Ming Yi!"

"I don't know if your spreading rumors will cause any storms, but I will definitely help your son's soul clear."

"What did you say?!"

"The old lady who presided over the ghost marriage is a bit capable. After tonight, you can see if she can still invite the soul." Xun Qin smiled, "Don't look at me like this, you can't just forget about hurting him. This is the price, the debt is paid by the mother, anyway, he also likes to come to my house to beat and beat."

After finishing speaking, Xun Qin turned and left. While walking in the dark, he looked back at the three people under the light.

From the very beginning when they appeared, they had no intention of talking about it with this family. Wang Wen's incident would also bring up the old affairs of the Wang family. At that time, it was unknown whether Wen Ningshu was embarrassed or they were embarrassed.

But he does want them to know that he wants the perpetrators to die...