Ghost Fu Captivity

The butler was very pleased to find that the relationship between his young master and young wife was getting better and better.

such as……

"Yan Zhong, why don't you take me to the company to have a look~..." Imitating the coquettish tone of the children I saw on TV, Zhai Meng's intentionally raised ending sound rippling with small waves, rolling and rolling in the air .

His current ghost body can make many extremely difficult and even unimaginable movements.Because she was acting like a baby, her lower body unconsciously wound herself into a spring following the ecstatic wave sound...

Zhai Meng, who had recently developed a good habit of sharing with Yan Zhong whenever he found something interesting, shouted: "Yan Zhong, come and see~~" Dragging a small spring, he plunged into...the bathroom.

Yan Zhong, who had just taken a cold shower, was wearing a bath towel on his body. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and stroked his wet bangs, revealing his exceptionally deep and handsome facial features.Yan Zhong's figure looked a little thin with clothes on, but now that his upper body was bare, his abdominal muscles and mermaid lines became more and more obvious.

Zhai Meng maintained the posture of half body in the bathroom and half body in the wall, his face was getting redder and redder, and the top of his head was steaming.

Since President Yan, who has been a professional husband for 100 years, has decided to take a cold shower outside in the winter when the temperature is below zero, he is not in a hurry to get dressed. He generously lifted the towel off his lower body and extended an invitation to his wife: "together?"

With a "bang", the blushing daughter-in-law... exploded...

"Pfft..." The president with a paralyzed face burst out laughing for the first time, and was so cute by his own wife that he hit the wall.

After beating the wall, President Yan found sadly that his bath was a waste of time...

Zhai Meng spent two days and two nights cosplaying little mushrooms in Yan Zhong's bedroom to lower his sense of existence.

In the early morning of this day, Yan Zhong finished washing, put on a handsome suit, walked to the corner, touched the air above the small mushroom growing on Zhai Xiaomeng's head as usual, and said with a smile: "Good morning, Zhai Xiaogu, today I don't want to Talking day?"

Zhai Meng buried her head in her knees and let out a muffled snort.

"Well then, if you don't want to go to the company with me, you will get off work very late tonight, and you may not see you for a long time." Yan Zhong withdrew his hand regretfully, turned around...

The star-eyed Zhai Meng looked at him flatteringly with his tongue out like a puppy.

Yan Zhong silently withdrew the hand that he had inadvertently pressed on his heart.Fortunately, he is only 22 years old and his heart is still strong.

Yan Zhong took out a small gray bag the size of a palm, and explained: "This is the Qiankun bag. Once you get inside, I can take you out. The director of the company, Mr. Lu, has already prepared a magic circle to shield the perception of the outside world. Then you can move freely."

Zhai Meng curiously approached the Qiankun bag in Yan Zhong's hand, and kept asking questions: "Taoist Lu is really good, he can do anything. How much did you pay for Taoist Lu?"

Affected by the Qiankun Bag, his body became smaller and smaller, and finally, at a distance of one palm away from the Qiankun Bag, it became ten centimeters high, just the size to fit into the Qiankun Bag.

Yan Zhong's Adam's apple twitched, his eyes were deep, "It's not much. I helped Daoist Lu set up a Taoist temple in Wudang Mountain."

When Zhai Meng was about to get close to his palm, the Qian Kun Dai quietly moved back another palm distance.

"Wow! Then you are so rich! You are always rich!" Zhai Meng, who was amazed again and again, didn't notice it, and continued to walk forward.

Qiankun bag moved back again.

Zhai Meng continued to approach like an old scalper.

The Qiankun bag continued to move backwards.

After coming down several times, Zhai Meng, who was as dull as he was, finally realized it. He pinched his waist with his hands, and his small mouth was so pouted that it could hang on the oil bottle, "I'm not going!"

The Qiankun bag hurried forward to please, and Zhai Meng looked at Yan Zhong who was staring at him (Zhai Meng thought to himself), and reluctantly climbed into the Qiankun bag that was taller than himself.

Obviously he wanted to go out very much, but he still insisted on saying: "Forget it, I just want to save face for you."

"Okay." Yan Zhong said with a good temper, "Thank you for the opportunity, my wife."

Zhai Meng, who was stuffed into the inside pocket of his suit, rubbed the tip of his reddened ears. This person...is too good at talking about love...

And this thud thud thump... the beating is too fast and too loud...

Qiankun's bag was open, and little Zhai Meng sat cross-legged in the bag, looking up curiously.

In order to prevent Zhai Meng from being hurt by the sun's rays, the heavy curtains in front of the large French windows in the office have been drawn down, and the lights in the room are brightly lit.

The executives who came and went to the president's office were all muttering to themselves, no one could figure out what the president who had just been airborne for three months was doing.

The newly transferred secretary to the president undid another button of the already cool silk shirt, raised the miniskirt again, and knocked on the door of the president's office with a stack of reports swaying at his waist.

"President~" in a whimpering voice.

Zhai Meng, who was sitting in the Qiankun bag and watching President Yan reply to the email, narrowed his eyes dangerously.

President Yan didn't even look up, "Go out. Ask Director Chen to come in."

"President..." The female secretary called out delicately.

Overbearing President Yan raised his head impatiently, "Don't make me say it a second time."

The female secretary bit her lip angrily, and stomped out in reluctance.

Zhai Meng chuckled, raised her head, and inadvertently bumped into President Yan's deep black eyes.

"Look, what am I doing?" Pretending to be domineering, the aura that thought he was [-] meters was ruined by a careless stammer.

"Look at my daughter-in-law, wash your eyes." President Yan was serious, and his clear voice seemed to be announcing a major decision of the company.

Zhai Meng turned around angrily while sitting cross-legged.

Yan Zhong from behind quietly looked at the top of Zhai Meng's head.

Three, two, one.

A small flower popped out.

Yan Zhong laughed lowly.

Shamed and annoyed, Zhai Meng hurriedly rolled out of the bag and climbed down from the desk, covered her head and went out through the door.

Yan Zhong supported his chin, opened the drawer, and solemnly took out a notebook that did not match the domineering president's style, with a Q-version little ghost drawn on the cover.

Open it, and the words "Daughter-in-law is cute, miss the sun" are written on it.

President Yan picked up a pen, and wrote the date and date in a correct manner, "I want to be right now, I want to be the sun."