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ShadowⅠCrazy Love-3

Parked the car downstairs at his own house, Fang Yisheng was absolutely unwilling to bring someone home to live in, but Chen Yanting's stubbornness and the suggestion that we should open a house together made him give up communicating with this woman , decisively asked them to pack their luggage and go to his house to lay the floor.

Can two men and a woman share a room together to watch... He can guess how exciting the headlines of the entertainment section will be tomorrow.

Throwing the car keys back to Chen Yanting, he led the people to his small house.

"My house is on the fifth floor and there is no elevator, please wait for me." Fang Yisheng briefly introduced.

"It doesn't matter, Master, your house is on the [-]th floor, let me kneel three times and knock nine times to climb up." Chen Yanting said reverently.

All the way up to the fifth floor, Fang Yisheng thought that an office girl like Chen Yanting would pant like a dog, but she had good physical strength, her face was not red and she was not out of breath.

Wei Nanjun has always been silent. He has been very quiet since he was deprived of the right to drive, and he didn't know what he was thinking. When Fang Yisheng pushed open the door, he looked into the room, and first saw the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows. Big courtyard.

Fang Yisheng turned on the light casually, and the daylight made the room bright.

This is not a big room, about ten square meters, a large wooden table is placed in the center of the room, with placemats on it, and Fang Yisheng's laptop.

The left side is the bed, and the right side is the kitchen. It is clear at a glance that this young man has very few things, and this home is extremely refreshing.

"I said Master, why doesn't your house have a toilet? I want to take a shower..." Walking into the room, Chen Yanting was not interested in the room after just looking at it, and threw the sleeping bag on the ground, holding the clothes looted from Wei Nanjun's cloakroom, It's a bit embarrassing to say.

It is impossible for her to go home to get her clothes now. She would rather not be dirty and smelly than be alone, but now that she has a place where she can settle down, that is another matter.

"To the left of the floor-to-ceiling windows is the toilet."

Chen Yanting's face was tangled like a bitter melon. "I dare not go by myself."

"We're all outside, we can hear you yelling." Fang Yi comforted casually. "Hurry up, I have to wash too."

Being urged like this, Chen Yanting dawdled into the bathroom.

After all, she is a big girl with yellow flowers, so she can't really let the master go into the bathroom to watch her take a bath, she is not Wei Nanjun!

As soon as the toilet door was closed, Fang Yisheng pulled the chair of the work table and sat down. "Tell me, why did she riot? She has had a lot of emotional ups and downs recently. What did you do to stimulate her?"

Wei Nanjun also wanted to ask this question. He sat down next to Fang Yisheng, and after a moment of silence, he talked about his recent itinerary. From the beginning of the location to today, he said everything.

Fang Yisheng looked at the potted plants outside the French window, as if in a daze.

"Do you accept gifts from fans?" Fang Yisheng asked suddenly.

"Gifts? No food, no more than a certain amount, but a lot of small handmade gifts."

"Is there a way to refuse this kind of thing?" Fang Yisheng was quite surprised. "How do fans give you gifts?"

"I don't have the interactive activities like the meeting. If you want to give me something, you can only go through the company, but you must leave your phone address. If the company thinks it's inappropriate, the gift will be returned." If you don't leave your contact information, just throw it away.

"Isn't this troublesome? You have a lot of fans, don't you?"

Wei Nanjun nodded. "It was really troublesome at the beginning, but after a few public appeals, it reduced a lot. In fact, fans are very sensible. As long as they know that this will cause trouble to the artist, they will restrain their behavior. Many gifts are donated by the company. I went, like dolls and so on, I donated publicly and sent thank you electronic cards, after a long time fans knew that these gifts would never reach me, so they would not send them again.”

Wei Nanjun looked at Fang Yisheng. "Why do you ask that?"

"Because I wonder why she can come and go in your house so freely."

"Isn't it because you followed me?"

"No, there are points for being stuck in the yin. The very old ones can indeed ignore the "rejection", but she is not. She even has difficulty clearly maintaining her original state, and since you close the door, she will only She can use the phone to harass you, so she really can't enter the room."

"so?"

"I suspect that there is an intermediary in your house. In other words, she is already in your house."

Wei Nanjun shuddered, and there was a sudden gust of wind outside, and the floor-to-ceiling windows made a rattling sound. He pursed his lips tightly, and the tight jaw line showed his nervousness.

Fang Yisheng glanced out of the window lightly, as if warning, then looked away. "You brought her in by yourself, but you didn't welcome her, so apart from the open space, and the room where the medium is, she can't go anywhere you don't want her to go."

"Just now at my house, she was shaking the toilet bars, and she wanted to go into the toilet."

"Well, I know, your window glass is not closed, right? To her, the open door and window means welcome, but the iron window is rejection. She wants to break the iron window, just like she would knock on the door and scrape the door with her nails."

The floor-to-ceiling windows made a louder bang bang bang.

"Just like that." Fang Yisheng casually pointed to the French windows.

Wei Nanjun really admired his calmness, he wasn't afraid of the female ghost knocking on the window of his house?

"You, you mean that she might have entered my house attached to a gift?" Wei Nanjun kept aiming at the French windows uncontrollably, but saw nothing.

"If it is a simple handmade gift, it is impossible. It is not easy to attach things to paper, which is easily damaged. It should not be those small things, but more valuable and solid things that even have specific meanings. Like antiques or mineral jade. .”

Wei Nanjun pondered.

The toilet door was opened, and Chen Yanting came out with dirty clothes in her arms. At this moment, the glass door was slapped viciously, and she jumped up like a loach and slipped under the table.

"..." Wei Nanjun almost laughed out loud.

This cowardly!

"Big, big, master...is it a ghost? Really?"

Fang Yisheng propped his chin on his hands and looked towards the courtyard. In his eyes, a mass of black shadows that became more chaotic hit the glass window restlessly. She floated up and down, constantly changing shapes. clear. "It's a ghost."

Chen Yanting almost cried out. "Is she coming?"

"It's strange that she didn't follow, after all, it's been so long."

Chen Yanting knelt down and hugged Fang Yisheng's thigh, so frightened that he immediately bounced back and cursed.

"You are really exaggerating, don't hug other people's feet!"

"Then you should think of a way!"

"Aren't you just thinking about it? You are scarier than the one outside."

Being said to be scarier than ghosts, Chen Yanting widened her eyes, and finally thought about not arguing under the eaves, she silently stuffed the dirty clothes into the bag. "Then, shall I cook you dinner?"

Wei Nanjun's shirt on her body was knee-length, so loose that it was too big for pajamas, and her lower body was wearing men's boxers, her thighs were chilly.

Fang Yisheng was not used to someone doing something for him, let alone someone standing in his room and using his kitchen. He got up and wanted to take over the dinner work, but Chen Yanting pushed him back on the chair.

"Give me something to distract me, or I'm going to freak out."

Looking at the delicate and pale face after removing makeup, Fang Yisheng struggled for a moment before nodding.

"Do you think something in my house is her medium, and she has been following me because of that thing?" Wei Nanjun brought back the unfinished topic just now.

Chen Yanting was very quiet and focused on cooking. She naturally listened to their conversation, but she knew that this could not be solved by shouting and cursing, so she chose to remain silent and let Fang Yisheng find a solution as soon as possible.

"Have you ever thought about a more unbelievable question, if that thing wasn't given by your fan, why is she so crazy about you?" Fang Yi looked into Wei Nanjun's eyes, as if he had looked into his depths, but Then he looked away unnaturally.

Wei Nanjun's face was indeed very lethal.

Not to mention just now...

Wei Nanjun frowned suddenly, as if he had a flash of inspiration, and a suspicious expression appeared on his face. "About three months ago... I participated in a charity auction and bought a relic of a deceased singer. I used the time to calculate the timing of the appearance of the female ghost. I could not think of any other possibility gone."

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows.

"It's a silver bracelet, it was given by the singer's family for charity." Wei Nanjun took a deep breath, with a complicated expression on his face. "It belongs to Xu Li."

"Xu Li?" Chen Yanting suddenly asked. "That guy has a bad reputation, why would you buy his stuff?"

"It's the same to buy anything with charity donations. I've bought a lot of useless things over the years."

"Anyway, I'll come to your house tomorrow to have a look at that thing." Fang Yisheng said.

"Master, why did that female ghost entangle my Nanjun? Even if she is really attached to Xu Li's things, she is not a fan, right? Could it be that ghosts can also empathize with others?"

"Whoever has that bracelet, she will probably love whoever it is." Fang Yi said softly, he didn't care about the sharp sound of nails scraping from the French window, as if he didn't hear it at all.

"She is just obsessed with an image. That person is talented and good-looking. Many people love him. Mr. Wei fits that image. He is handsome and rich. He is an entertainer. There are countless people admiring you, so she loves you crazily and misses you." Pay attention to her and want you to watch her."

"That's an idiot!" Chen Yanting spat.

"Judging from Mr. Wei's experience, she should have acted crazy in chasing stars during her lifetime. She dedicated a lot, so she took it for granted that the people she loves should know about her." Fang Yisheng glanced at Wei Nanjun, and then He retracted his gaze unnaturally.

"What kind of situation will make ghosts attach to things and still linger?" Wei Nanjun certainly saw that almost peeping sight. He has experienced such sights a lot, but now this one makes him feel particularly interesting.

He knew that Fang Yisheng didn't take his face seriously at first, and he acted very naturally when they met for the first time, as if this face that was popular with countless women was very ordinary.

Now he thinks his face looks better.

So is this kid?He should also be in the circle.

He did not forget Fang Yisheng's stiff and red face when he hugged him just now, a straight man would not have such a reaction.Ordinary men would calmly push him away, and wouldn't think it was a big deal afterwards.

It wouldn't be Fang Yisheng who is as shy as he is, and now he keeps peeking at him.

Wei Nanjun seemed to have learned the other party's little secret, with a strange sense of satisfaction and fun.

But his face was still calm and composed.

"Just like the TV show, that thing has deep thoughts about her. When she dies around that thing, or her blood is stained on that thing, it can make the souls of the dead stick to the object after death."

Wei Nanjun frowned when he heard this, this statement made people very uncomfortable.

Could Xu Li's bracelet be stained with the ghost's blood?Then under what circumstances can blood be stained on such personal items?

Or, did she die next to that thing?

Just thinking about it like this is extremely terrifying, let alone Xu Li's legendary scandals.

Wei Nanjun felt very sick.

The cold water filled the nostrils, the eyes were dark, and there was only the sound of water in the ears, cold, very cold.

The feeling of death was just beyond that line, he was in agony, he was suffocated and his chest ached, his lungs were sucking water, and he would soon sink to the bottom and end it all.

Fang Yisheng suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight, covered in cold sweat, gasping for breath.

Looking around blankly, he couldn't distinguish between dream and reality for a moment. He turned his eyes and saw Wei Nanjun sleeping on the ground. He was a handsome man, mature and handsome, with a strong masculine aura.

Man, crush.

He felt a strong self-loathing, and felt that he was nauseated and wanted to vomit. The curses full of malicious hatred seemed to be lingering in his ears, the disappointment and disgust contained in those roars, and he seemed to be torn apart in the noise and curses.

Fang Yisheng's eyes were empty, he looked away, and the trembling in his heart for this man disappeared without a trace, only in this way could he feel like a human being.

He is not attracted to men, and his spiritual obsession with cleanliness makes him feel that he is clean and can integrate into this society.

If he falls in love with the same sex again, then he will be beaten back to his original shape and become a disgusting homosexual that everyone laughs at.

Fang Yisheng looked out the window at the shadow that kept wanting to enter, his expression changed from numb and empty to cold and mocking.

These years have been so smooth, he actually forgot what kind of thing he is, so smug.

The changes in the aura around him were clear and strong, and the obsession outside the floor-to-ceiling windows seemed to be aware of it, and the figure stopped baring its teeth and claws, as if it was also observing the presence in the house that made her uneasy.

Fang Yi got out of bed softly, his steps were extremely light, but his expression was extremely indifferent and cruel. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at her, his expressionless face was reflected in the shadows, more ferocious than a ghost.

She backed away, and retreated to the center of the courtyard obediently, not daring to take another half step forward.

This is a "oni", an oni stronger than her.

She can't do it wrong.