Carrying the coffin board of the senior sister

Her mother died, died from a falling object.

When I went out to buy vegetables in the morning, a flower pot fell down while passing by the mall, and it hit Li's mother's head impartially, and died on the spot.

There was a lot of blood, and the black-red viscous liquid flowed down the lines of the tactile bricks, gathered into a small stream, and flowed into the sewer mouth under the curb.

This incident sounds like a ridiculous accident that makes people laugh.

Li Ting waited for Li Yu to finish speaking intermittently, then hung up the phone in silence.

The curtains were not closed tightly, and the moonlight shone in through the gaps through the glass, leaving a silvery white light from the floor to the bulging quilt on the bed, with a cool chill.

The slender and tall shadow stood stiffly by the bed, motionless, a little bit of light reflected her pretty cheeks, her face was expressionless, and her eyes were empty like a carefully carved statue.

Fang Yiyi didn't seem to be sleeping very well. She clicked her lips, muttered something in her sleep, turned over, rubbed her cheeks against the soft pillow unconsciously, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep again .

The room was so quiet at night that the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

After a long time, the shadow beside the bed let out a chuckle, she raised her head, her long hair shook slightly, her neck like a grub was so white that it was bloodless, and she looked like a ghost.

Fang Yi was also awakened by the sunlight.

The summer was hot, and the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was set high. Even with Li Ting beside her, after a long period of exposure, her face became greasy, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead and the tip of her nose.

Fang Yiyi was so hot that he felt his whole body was wet and extremely uncomfortable.

She sat up, brushed her hair, and turned to look for Li Ting.

Li Tingjing was sitting beside the bed, with her legs slanted, her red thick-heeled velvet shoes drooping on the edge of the bed, and the laptop on her lap, her brows and eyes were cold, as if she hadn't slept all night.

Fang Yi also moved her thighs, trying to pull herself out of the bed, but as soon as she moved, the feeling of blood staining the mountains and rivers surged, and she stiffened immediately. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the small blue bag on the bedside table. Ignoring anything else, I grabbed it, jumped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom.

After a while, there was the sound of water being flushed from the bathroom.

Fang Yiyi hugged his stomach, bowed like a shrimp, and walked out half dead.

She lay down on the bed and yelled, "Sister, it hurts..."

Li Ting raised his head from behind the notebook, waved to her and said, "Come here."

Fang Yi also kicked off the slippers, and using both hands and feet, he lay down like a soft bone, his chin resting on Li Ting's thigh, raised his eyes, and looked at her pitifully.

Li Ting paused, and said with a smile, "Seduce me?"

Fang Yiyi fluttered her eyelashes like small brushes, lowered her head, and buried her face in the skirt on Li Ting's lap, her breath was filled with a faint fragrance that belonged exclusively to Li Ting.

The smell is not strong, it is clear and light, and you can't smell it unless you get close. It is similar to the sandalwood in the ancient temple, and it is like the wild flowers chasing dewdrops in the mountain stream in the early morning. It is very magical and addictive.

Fang Yi also took a deep breath in satisfaction, and the voice that came out was a little muffled: "I don't have one, senior sister smells so good."

Li Ting's raised hand gently landed on Fang Yiyi's fluffy head, the soft hair was smooth and smooth, and it felt good to the touch.

"It's the smell of an urn."

Fang Yi also didn't believe it: "There is no smell in the ashes jar."

Li Ting did not refute, but only asked her: "Are you hungry, and what do you have for breakfast?"

Fang Yi also licked his lips, thinking about the dishes he had eaten so far.

"Soymilk," she said, "I want it hot, and I want to eat roast goose and shredded potatoes."

The phone was next to the pillow, Li Ting reached for it and threw it to Fang Yiyi, "Order it yourself."

Fang Yiyi, who thought he could have the breakfast ordered by his senior, curled his lips in disappointment, and turned over in his current position, with the back of his head resting on Li Ting's lap, holding his phone and opening the takeaway app.

The food delivery app and WeChat are next to each other. Fang Yiyi swiped his hand and clicked on WeChat. He was surprised to find that there were 53 new disappearance reminders in the lower left corner, and the top one was the store manager Sun of the clothing store. Red ball, unread message reminder: 45.

She has a good feeling for this store manager, after all, this person made her realize for the first time that getting money is not as difficult as she imagined.

But what did Boss Sun want her for?

With doubts, Fang Yiyi clicked on the chat interface.

a week ago:

[Lolaberg Clothing Store: Student Xiaofang, how was your holiday?Entertainment belongs to entertainment, money still has to be earned, there are new batches of clothes in the store, it's time for your special show to open! 】

Five days ago:

[Lolaberg Clothing Store: Classmate Xiaofang?Did you see the message? Why can't I get through on the phone? Call me back. 】

four days ago:

[Lolaberg Clothing Store: Crooked?anyone there?Classmate Xiaofang, if you are kidnapped, blink your eyes. 】

two days ago:

[Lolaberg 0 Clothing Store: Do you still want to do this job!Changed phone number?See the message immediately! 】

1 minutes ago:

[Lolaberg Clothing Store: You are fired, never see you again. 】

Through the screen, Fang Yiyi has an overview of the whole process of Manager Sun's psychological changes, ups and downs, inexplicably pitiful.

"..." She wanted to cry but had no tears.

She suddenly remembered that when she was leaving school, Li Yu sent her to the plane and temporarily changed her phone number at the airport, in order to prevent Chen Sike from calling her in trouble through her phone number, because she had no contacts and no one to contact her. I backed up my mobile phone number and changed it directly, completely forgetting about Manager Sun.

Fang Yiyi felt so guilty that he clutched the phone with both hands, and hurriedly prepared to reply.

When she touched the first word with her fingertips, she paused, gave up typing, and made a voice call.

It's not that she doesn't want to call her mobile phone number, it's just that her number is stored in the mobile phone card, and it will be gone when she changes the card.

The bell rang twice and was hung up.

Fang Yi also wanted to cry, but kicked his legs frantically holding his mobile phone.

Li Ting said, "What's wrong?"

"I was fired." Fang Yiyi showed Li Ting his phone in frustration.

Li Ting flipped through the two-day records, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You won't be able to go back to work there in the future, that's fine."

"Hey? Why is it impossible to go back to work, do I have a new task?"

Li Ting's tone was flat: "I'll take you somewhere."

"Oh." Fang Yiyi nodded, didn't ask much, anyway, he took her there, and he would know where to go when the time came.

What she cares about now is another thing: "Shop Manager Sun looks so angry, it's all my fault, I should take out my brain and wash it in the water, so as not to forget things every day."

Li Ting didn't quite understand Fang Yiyi's brain circuit, and said coldly: "You don't have to, your current state is just like after washing."

"Hey..." Fang Yiyi was rarely distracted from Li Ting, she sighed, frowned, and edited a series of messages of apology to send over.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was no reply from the other side. Knowing that this was really pissing people off, and probably would not reply to her, Fang Yiyi quit WeChat sadly, opened the takeaway app, and prepared to buy some breakfast of his choice to comfort his unemployed self.

Although all the dishes he ordered were favorites, Fang Yiyi still ate two bites less due to this. A tender and soft roast goose left half of which he couldn't eat anymore.

She stared at the half piece of roast goose with her teeth marks on it as if she was facing a big enemy, struggled for a long time, opened her mouth, and let out a full belch.

Fang Yiyi: "..." Give up, let's eat later.

"The appetite has become smaller." Fang Yiyi lay on his back on the bed, looked at the petal-shaped lamp on the top of the wall, and patted his round belly.

She didn't have sex with Li Ting in the past two days, her body's nutritional needs became lower, and it was normal for her to eat less. If her eating habits were still maintained, she would probably gain weight.

Before he finished lamenting, suddenly his eyes went dark, his eyes were covered, and immediately after, there was a cold and soft touch from his lips.

Fang Yiyi was taken aback, his eyelashes fluttered.

The hand covering his eyes was gently moved away, and his brown eyes faced a pair of eyes as dark as the night sky.

Li Ting supported her ears with both arms, leaned gently on her body, and bit her lips gently.

The nostrils are filled with familiar smells.

No matter how many times he does this kind of thing, Fang Yiyi is at a loss, as nervous as a novice.

Her face was flushed, her adrenaline was soaring, her body was stiff and motionless, her beating heart was beating in her chest, her eardrums were vibrating like drums, and her mind was blank.

Until Li Ting's hoarse voice came.

"Close your eyes."

Fang Yiyi woke up suddenly, closed his eyes, stretched out his arms to hug Li Ting's waist, and responded softly.

At the beginning, he was quite restrained, and he just tasted it. Later, he gradually lost control and the atmosphere became intense. Li Ting gradually slid down Fang Yiyi's smooth and delicate skin, touched the edge of the fabric, and covered his entire palm.

The sudden coldness made Fang Yiyi shiver suddenly.

Li Ting paused and regained his sanity.

With her arms propped up on the sheet, she raised her head to look at Fang Yiyi, a blazing storm rolled in her dark eyes, as if she wanted to swallow people up.

The other party stopped suddenly and did not see any movement for a long time. Fang also didn't know why, so he opened his eyes and fell into it at a glance.

I'm crazy.

Li Ting narrowed his eyes slightly, tried his best to restrain himself, got off Fang Yiyi's body, rolled to the side, and lay side by side with Fang Yiyi.

She didn't speak, closed her eyes, and waited for the evil fire in her body to die out.

Without the familiar coolness, Fang Yi also felt a little empty. She turned her head and stared at Li Ting's perfectly contoured face. She took a few deep breaths, and as if making up her mind, she turned sideways and hugged Li Ting carefully with both hands. His arm moved like a bean worm, rubbing against Li Ting.

Li Ting warned: "If you don't want to die, don't hire me."

Fang Yiyi was also unmoved by Li Ting's warning, his eyes were red, and with stubbornness and stubbornness, he rubbed against Li Ting's ear enthusiastically and restrainedly, panting/breathing with breath, he said in a low voice: "Sister, can I come?"

After finishing speaking, he didn't move any more. He looked at Li Ting with misty eyes like amber, waiting for a reply, but his hands still held Li Ting's arm tightly, not intending to let go at all.

Li Ting was a little surprised, she turned her head and looked at Fang Yiyi firmly, and after five seconds, she smiled with the corners of her mouth pulled, her expression was frivolous, like a poisoned poppy, and the temptation was deadly: "Come on, it's not delicious you."

Ghosts are perfect interestists, and they never refuse things that are beneficial to them. A few high-level ghosts will restrain their nature, know how to balance, and know how to maximize their interests.

Li Ting is a ghost, of course he is no exception.

She has no reason to refuse, nor does she want to refuse.

Fang Yiyi's body temperature was warm, she felt the trembling heat, her eyes were deep, and a touch of coquettish red flashed in her eyes.