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ShadowⅢ Substitute-4

The drizzle was drizzled, the front wipers were moving back and forth slowly, and the air conditioner was turned on to prevent the glass from fogging, which made the temperature inside the car even lower than the outside.

The temperature has dropped sharply in the past few days, and the excessive temperature difference has caused many people to catch a cold. The big coats that were covered in dust in the cabinets have been released one after another, turning the slender figures of pedestrians into colorful Michelin.

The car turned into the parking lot near the airport. Fang Yisheng looked down at his phone. The plane hadn't landed yet, so he put on his coat, turned off the engine, got out of the car, and walked into the lobby of the terminal holding an umbrella.

Two days ago, Wei Nanjun said via video that the crew was busy, and he had two days off temporarily. He was going to fly back and asked someone to pick him up at the airport.

Originally, Fang Yisheng wanted to refuse. He was wary of the strange purple-blue light body, but as soon as the words of refusal came to his lips, Wei Nanjun saw expectant eyes, and his reason was dragged into the deep sea by the sea monster in an instant and disappeared.

Even if he is as busy as a dog, he still schedules his schedule, and he is free today and tomorrow.

After staying in the lobby for more than 40 minutes, the phone rang. Fang Yisheng looked around and saw a man wearing sunglasses and a peaked cap walking towards him.

I didn't realize when the corners of the mouth curled up, Fang Yisheng quickly walked up to him.

Wei Nanjun scratched his little finger. "Why did it suddenly become so cold? When I went out, I was still so hot that I was half dead. If the weather changes, it will change."

Fang Yisheng was out of breath for a moment as the tip of his little finger tingled all the way to his heart.

Seeing that he was silent, Wei Nanjun smiled and helped him to tighten his coat. "Let's go, go home." As he said, he leaned over and whispered in people's ears. "Did you miss me?"

"..." Covering his ears, Fang Yi forced himself to be calm and pretended to be fine. "The parking lot is charged, go quickly."

With his hands in his coat pockets, Wei Nanjun gracefully followed behind him, his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses looked up and down shamelessly, seeing Fang Yisheng's hair on his back, he couldn't bear to turn his head back to make people walk faster before restraining himself.

In Wei Nanjun's eyes, Fang Yisheng's home is very small. Of course, compared with his three-story house that exceeds [-] square meters, Fang Yisheng's home is probably a little bigger than his master bedroom toilet, but he likes it from the bottom of his heart. place.

It's clear where people are and what they're doing.

Of course, there are disadvantages to this. He approached the radio station and wanted to help, but he was ruthlessly driven away because he took up too much space.

In other words, I thought he was standing in the way.

Looking at the young man who rolled up his sleeves and was busy washing vegetables and processing hot pot ingredients, Wei Nanjun traced his back with an almost masochistic gaze, and he also enjoyed watching simple movements.

Fang Yisheng is very sensitive to sight recently, he has to restrain himself not to turn his head and follow Wei Nanjun's wishes, but that gaze makes him feel uncomfortable all over, it has even surpassed shyness and embarrassment, and has escalated into a rage that wants to beat someone up.

Taking a deep breath, he put down the shrimp he was peeling and picking out the sand glands, washed his hands, walked towards Wei Nanjun, and looked at him condescendingly with one hand on the table. "If you want to find something to do, or go out and hang around, you will come back when I have everything done."

Wei Nanjun stared at him in disbelief.As for the sentence "go out and hang out", he felt that it was too much to accept.

On a rainy day, the two of them hadn't seen each other for so long, and he just took a few more glances to tell people to get out?

"Do you not love me anymore?"

"..."

Fang Yisheng felt that he could suffer internal injuries.

Holding the young man's beautiful waist with both hands, Wei Nanjun looked up at him. "You didn't let me help you yourself."

How can a guy who has no cooking skills at all help?Fang Yi sighed. "Then don't keep looking at me."

"I haven't seen you for so many days, why can't I see you? I didn't bother you." He rubbed his face against his chest, and Fang Yisheng could hear some grievances in his voice.

The only sound in the house was the sound of wind and rain outside and the sound of boiling broth on the stove.

Fang Yisheng put his arms around his shoulders. "It is my fault."

Wei Nanjun half-closed his eyes, he pulled him down with a hook, and gnawed his lips carefully.

I wished to fulfill my wish that I had been thinking about for many days.

He found that introverted and shy young people are strong in kissing, and he quickly took over the initiative, intrusive and teasing that could not be refused.

It made Wei Nanjun's heart burn with evil fire and he didn't know where to go.

If it wasn't for the hot pot soup overflowing and making a squeak, Fang Yisheng could hardly pull out the kiss, holding the man's face, looking at his red lips and red eyes from the passionate kiss, he kissed his two sides unbearably. Back to the kitchen.

Touching the kissed forehead and lips, Wei Nanjun lay on the table, like a satisfied cat, lazy and triumphant.

In the evening, Wei Nanjun stayed there as a matter of course. If he still went home to stay, it would be a waste of his trip.Most of the time, Fang Yisheng has nothing to do with him, and can only agree to this request with great difficulty and scalp numbness.

Lying on the bed, Wei Nanjun looked sideways at the young man who had just finished drying his hair and was packing the hair dryer. "Just changed the sheets?"

Laundered sheets also smell of soft soap.

Fang Yisheng reached out and rubbed his fluffy hair with enthusiasm, and sat down by the bed.

He didn't speak but Wei Nanjun knew what he meant.

The person you like comes to live at home, how can you sleep on dirty sheets.

Fang Yi turned off the headlights and sat by the bed. "How many days will this scene be filmed?"

Wei Nanjun looked at the purple-blue lights on the balcony with a strange expression. "The color of your night light is too strange, won't it scare you to go to the bathroom at night?"

The purple-blue color is very strange to look at, especially when the courtyard is dark, it looks even more paradoxical.

"..." Fang Yisheng couldn't think of any good excuse for a while, so he could only shrug his shoulders.

Wei Nanjun was even more confused.

He knew it was definitely not Fang Yisheng's taste.

Fang Yisheng had to change the subject. "Is that Shen Kui okay recently?"

"Shen Kui?" Wei Nanjun raised his eyebrows. "I heard that he was much more serious. He quit the substitute and worked hard like a different person. I heard from Sister Yan that if the housework wasn't too idiotic, she also wanted to quit the nanny."

"Is he in better condition then?"

"I'm not sure about that. Sister Yan didn't say much." Wei Nanjun glanced at Fang Yisheng who was still lying flat, and surreptitiously stretched out his hand like a thief, and it happened to rest on Fang Yisheng's waist. "Not cold? Why don't you lie down?"

"..."

Unwilling to give up, Wei Nanjun reached out to grab Fang Yisheng's hand, secretly hating that it was so hot that there was no excuse to make people lie down obediently.

Fang Yisheng's health is very good, he has never been afraid of the heat but not the cold.

How could he not know what his plan was, Fang Yisheng was angry and funny, grabbed the quilt and covered him tightly from head to tail. "Be honest, don't touch your hands."

"Then why aren't you asleep? What are you doing sitting around when the lights are off!"

Fang Yisheng really regretted letting him stay overnight.

Wei Nanjun lifted the quilt and was about to have a scene where he would cry, make trouble and hang himself, to show off his acting skills. Before he even got up, the quilt was covered back, his head was pressed down by one hand, and he just lay on the pillow .

Fang Yisheng's eyes were as cold as frost knives, slashing at something flying up and down outside the balcony, its figure could not hide under the purple-blue light.

He reached out to press the switch, and he replaced the small bulb of the fluorescent lamp on the top with white light, wrapped in a layer of blue-purple cellophane, and now even the room was shrouded in blue-purple.

The thing has been watching on the balcony these days, and it seems that it has tasted the sweetness of him and wants to rob him again. Fang Yisheng has done a lot of experiments with it. the rule of.

It will sneak into the room through the gap of the glass window, but it is not invincible, it responds to the mirror, and will subconsciously want to avoid the place where there is a mirror.

This is very interesting to Fang Yisheng, the mirror can't reflect the ghost, and the ghost doesn't respond to the mirror, but this thing does.

During that short fight, he felt that it was not a ghost... No ghost dared to provoke it after being almost torn in two. Fang Yisheng didn't even think it was provocative. Aware of danger, it just feels that there is something it wants here, so it visits again and again.

But he didn't expect that thing to come today. After being teased for two days in a row, it came back on the third day, which really surprised Fang Yisheng.

Returning empty-handed for two days and still not giving up, how hard is it?

Or does it have no other options?

"Yisheng?" The hand kept pressing on his head to prevent him from getting up. Wei Nanjun felt that it was not a joke.

Fang Yisheng slipped his hands into the quilt, and stroked his head soothingly. "There are bad guests outside, you go to bed first."

Wei Nanjun was stunned.

Subconsciously, I wanted to ask, how can I still sleep in this situation?

He grabbed Fang Yisheng's hand and stopped him from getting up.

Turning his head to meet Wei Nanjun's gaze, Fang Yi squeezed his hand comfortingly. "fine."

"Where is that guest?" Wei Nanjun asked softly.

Fang Yisheng turned his head to look at something flashing in the blue-purple light outside the window. "I am also very curious."

The unknown guest got into the room, it accurately caught Fang Yisheng's figure, and came straight towards him.

Fang Yisheng placed his hand on the mirror on the bedside table. He had an idea, is it afraid of the mirror because the mirror can reflect its true appearance?

If so, that's really interesting.What kind of mentality will be afraid of seeing yourself?Are you unable to accept the way you look at this time, or do you feel guilty and afraid when you see yourself in the mirror at the crime scene?

He himself hates the mirror because he hates himself. When he sees the mirror, he feels that he has been beaten back to his original shape. No matter how smooth his life is, how successful he is in his career and studies, he still hates himself.

Then why does this thing reject the mirror of fear?

When the purple-blue light and shadow were about to touch him, Fang Yisheng pointed the mirror at it. The thing seemed startled by the sudden appearance of a mirror in front of it, and all its movements froze.Fang Yisheng looked down at the mirror, there was only a piece of blue-purple light in it, and he saw nothing.

He moved the mirror forward, and the thing backed away in fright.

Wei Nanjun who was hiding under the blanket couldn't understand what he was doing, so he took a mirror and moved around there.

Can't the demon mirror work?

The thing was flickering. I don't know how to detect that there is another person in the bed. It suddenly turned and flew towards Wei Nanjun. This undoubtedly touched Fang Yi's voice. Logically speaking, it should be able to pass through, but the mirror broke suddenly, and the scattered fragments reflected countless blue-purple lights, like butterflies shining with metallic luster.

Fang Yisheng's hand hurt as if he had been hit hard, but it was not enough to shake him. What surprised him was that at that moment his eyes went dark, and his soul was pulled by an unknown force. If his willpower was not strong enough, he would Almost torn out of the body.

This stimulated his ferocity, the territory was invaded, and the person he liked wanted to get involved, and now even his soul was not spared, it was not as simple as driving him away.

The soul that got out of the body grabbed the thing with his hand, and at this moment the door was knocked hard, Fang Yisheng didn't care at all, maybe it should be said that he couldn't affect him at the moment except killing the thing in his hand.

The person outside the door seemed to know his character, so he didn't waste time knocking on the door, he just took out the key from the small mechanism that Fang Yisheng pretended to stick on the wall, and opened the door directly.

"Smelly brat, what are you doing!"

Jiang Jiajing's voice roared throughout the room, but Fang Yi's voice seemed to be unheard, and he slapped his hands. This scene scared Jiang Jiajing's heart to a halt. He rushed forward and pressed Fang Yisheng's hand. Fortunately, his legs Long, throw the living soul out before it's torn apart.

"You are, you! You!" Jiang Jiajing was so anxious that she couldn't speak.

Fang Yisheng was expressionless, looking at the thing that fled in a hurry, his eyes turned to Jiang Jiajing.

Different from his usual respectful eyes, his eyes were cold now, looking at Jiang Jiajing as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

"You really have a lot of things, no matter before or now."

Jiang Jiajing saw that the living soul had run away, unless Fang Yisheng died suddenly and the soul rushed out to chase it, otherwise it would be fine.Heaving a sigh of relief, he shook his head, turned on the headlights in the room, and closed the door by the way.

Wei Nanjun couldn't understand the development at all, who was this man, and why did he have the key to Fang Yisheng's house?

Lifting the quilt, he frowned and looked at the other party.

Jiang Jiajing is a man in his 40s. He prides himself on being broad-minded and adaptable, but when he saw a man get out of Fang Yisheng's bed, he was still so frightened that he almost had a heart attack.

"I-fuck! Who is this man! Didn't you say you don't have a boyfriend!"