I'll show you today

Star City Hotel.

Zheng Qing looked at the photo in his hand, his indifferent face showed no emotion: "There is such a person."

Zhou Mao came up to him and said flatteringly, "It's him who can live without a soul."

The photo fell to the ground in flames, and quickly turned into ashes. Zhou Mao opened his mouth slightly and stared at him, only to hear Zheng Qing regretfully saying, "It's a pity that he is a man."

"Function and work, don't let An Shanhai and his little friend live too easily, you don't have to hide anymore." Zheng Qing said to Zhou Mao.

Perhaps it was fate, Da Jian got on Shan Liang's body and helped him go to the bank to transfer money to the account of the student's family.

On the way back, Dajian was very happy. He thought, Shan Liang wouldn't need sex this time.

The old-fashioned corridor was very quiet, Zheng Qing smoked a cigarette silently, and the ash accidentally fell on his new shoes, Zheng Qing frowned, took out a handkerchief from his arms, bent down, and wiped off the ash.

The sound of the door opening came from downstairs. Someone came upstairs humming a little song. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his feet. , he turned around and left, Zheng Qing stopped him behind him: "Shan Liang."

"Shan Liang" turned his head silently, and called out, "Master Zheng."

Zheng Qing was taken aback, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Shan Liang" scratched his head and replied, "I am Da Jian."

"Can you get on top of him?"

"Yeah, I'll help him fulfill his unfulfilled wish, so that he can leave contentedly."

Looking at "Dan Liang"'s foolish look, Zheng Qing gently twitched the corners of his mouth - that's great...

Dajian's intuition told him that Zheng Qing had bad intentions for Shan Liang, so he couldn't wait to leave, so he tentatively asked, "Then Mr. Zheng, can I go?"

Zheng Qing pouted, turned sideways, and made a "please" gesture: "Yes."

Da Jian controlled Shan Liang's body, lowered his head, and had to walk up the stairs step by step. He passed by Zheng Qing, and the door was next to him. The moment he opened the door, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But next second!

Zheng Qing's arm was enveloped in a cloud of black air, and he pulled Da Jian out of Shan Liang's body vigorously. The terrified Da Jian and the comatose Shan Liang were controlled in midair by Zheng Qing.

Da Jian was at a loss for words: "Master, what are you doing?"

Zheng Qing looked at him and asked: "Da Jian, you are a clear person, let me ask you, are you willing to do something for me?"

"What do you mean?" Da Jian frowned, and said aggrievedly: "I am under our boss, you have worked with him in the underworld for so long, please understand me."

Zheng Qing tilted his head, looked at Da Jian in distress, and finally shook his head.

Da Jian glanced at the unconscious Shan Liang, took a deep breath, then closed his eyes, and shouted very righteously: "I'm sorry, boss, I'm leaving!"

Stupid, so stupid.

Accompanied by a sigh, the heavy bass voice seemed to come from the ground: "The ghost sent a strong man, fornicated with the evil party, betrayed the underworld, and executed the law on the spot!"

Da Jian looked at Zheng Qing, his formerly innocent eyes suddenly became fierce, and he only had time to shout: "Bastard!" Under the black air, he and Shan Liang were wiped out together.

The blue light spots fell down rustlingly, which was really beautiful.

Zheng Qing lowered his arms, looked at the dissipated soul fragments, stepped down the stairs, and muttered to himself: "Shameless."

He came here to get rid of Shan Liang's future troubles, but he really didn't expect to meet Da Jian.

Today An Shanhai took Shen Changyun out of the house for the first time because he found a plum grove.

It is not easy to have plum trees in the suburbs of the city. It is all because of an old lady from a wealthy family who loves plum blossoms so much that she finds someone to set up a piece of land for planting plum trees. After a long time, it becomes a plum forest. Open to the outside world, all plum lovers can enjoy together.

In the middle of winter, there is still snow, which is the most suitable for enjoying plum blossoms with your sweetheart.

An Shanhai held Shen Changyun's hand. He was only wearing a coat, but he wrapped Shen Changyun's inside three layers and outside three layers into small rice dumplings.

When they arrived at Meilin, when they got out of the car, An Shanhai was mercilessly bitten by the cold wind, seeing the hoarfrost on his eyelashes, Shen Changyun firmly held An Shanhai's red hand, and said through the mask: "Why don't we go back. "

An Shanhai sniffed and said, "Are you cold?"

Shen Changyun shook his head.

"That's it." An Shanhai showed his big white teeth when he smiled, and he continued to emit white breath as he spoke: "I'm here, I'll leave after watching." After speaking, he dragged Shen Changyun into the garden with great interest.

The snow was so thick that the road in the middle had been covered, and the winter plums on both sides stood proud of the snow. At noon, there were few people. An Shanhai stepped into the plum garden, showing a genuine smile.

Shen Changyun didn't look at the plum blossoms, but looked at the flushed face of the big fool beside him, and finally took off his mask and hat, and put them all on An Shanhai's head.

An Shanhai was just about to take him into the plum forest for a quiet viewing, but he was so heart-warming when he was surprised by this act of destroying the atmosphere. In the end, he returned the hat to Shen Changyun, and said to him vaguely with a mask on: "Look, the plum blossoms are blooming!" How good it is, let's go and see!"

It may be that the owner of the garden has cultivated it well. After the winter snow fell, looking from a distance, it is really a red and white, and the color is really beautiful.

However, Shen Changyun was not interested in plum appreciation, and he didn't know why An Shanhai insisted on taking him to visit the garden, so he was full of inner drama, and finally it was finalized, let's say the two of them went out to play together.

The two walked in the forest, the white snow creaked under their feet, An Shanhai couldn't help being touched by the scene, took off his mask, kissed Shen Changyun on the lips, he chuckled, and lay on his back on the snow.

Shen Changyun was startled, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull him, but was pulled down by An Shanhai forcefully. Shen Changyun supported the ground with his hands, and hurriedly looked around. Seeing that there was no one, he stepped on An Shanhai and scolded: "You are annoying!" Not annoying?"

An Shanhai bent his legs, rubbed hard on the snow a few times, pulled Shen Changyun down again with one hand, and embraced him contentedly.

He whispered in Shen Changyun's ear: "Don't move, do you know why I like plum blossoms?"

Chang Yun didn't say a word, he said to himself: "Because you are like a plum blossom, even more beautiful."

An Shanhai's sweet words did not bring the beauty down, but instead brought him a severe beating. Shen Changyun stood up and kicked him on the leg: "Get up."

"Woc, do you ever talk to your husband like that?" An Shanhai complained, patting the snow on his butt.

The beauty was angry, and the plum blossoms trembled three times. Now neither of the two had the heart to enjoy the scenery. Chang Yun grabbed An Shanhai's hand, put it on his mouth and breathed a few times, then stared at An Shanhai resentfully and said: "Sure enough Dong is stupid." Then he dragged him out of the garden.

An Shanhai stood there motionless, looked back at Mei Hua and said, "What are you doing, I haven't seen enough of Mei Hua."

Shen Changyun pulled his arm violently, and said angrily: "Look at plum blossoms, look at me!"

One sentence stunned An Shanhai, and he followed him to take a taxi home in a daze.

In the car, Shen Changyun kept holding An Shanhai's hand and didn't let go.

Back home, the moment he entered the house, An Shanhai let out a comfortable "wow", it was really warm!Shen Changyun rolled his eyes at him, hung the coats they took off in the closet, then walked to the living room and said to An Shanhai: "Actually, you can pick a warm day to enjoy plum blossoms, it's too cold today."

An Shanhai took a sip of hot water and shook his head: "In my impression, plum blossoms are always the most beautiful during Aoxue. The snow fell so heavily yesterday. I think it must be beautiful today. It really lived up to expectations. Unfortunately, it didn't Take a photo."

Perhaps because of guilt, Shen Changyun and An Shanhai sat side by side on the sofa, he slightly pursed his lips, and said to him, "Am I...too much?"

An Shanhai put down the glass in his hand, raised his eyebrows and replied: "No." Looking at Shen Changyun's sad side face, he said again: "Nobody cares about me before, making me look like a savage, now someone cares about me , I am very happy."

The people around him suddenly turned their heads and said indifferently: "Did ghost messengers have this job in the savage period?"

An Shanhai was taken aback: "Huh?"

Seeing his silly fufu expression, Shen Changyun finally couldn't help laughing out: "Puff hahahahaha..."

An Shanhai was like a monk of Zhang Er who couldn't figure it out. Shen Changyun's jokes were always so strange that he couldn't keep up with his thinking.

During dinner, An Shanhai was a little worried, because although Dajian often disappeared, every time he arrived at this point, he would send a letter to remind him. He cooked the meal, greeted Shen Changyun, and was ready to go out to Shan Liang's house , I didn't expect to see Zhou Mao as soon as I opened the door. "

Zhou Mao smiled awkwardly but politely, "Hi, did you miss me?"

Not Dajian...

An Shanhai walked past him and hurried downstairs, Zhou Mao stomped his feet angrily: "What are you doing!"

Shen Changyun put down his rice bowl and greeted him: "Why don't you come in and sit?"

The wind was biting outside, and the snow reflected the moonlight, making the night very bright. An Shanhai drove the car, and soon arrived at the family building where Shan Liang lived. There was an old man walking his dog downstairs. The dog was dressed more than a person. Thick, he shitted in the corner boredly.

He went upstairs and knocked on Shan Liang's door, but no one opened, An Shanhai frowned, went downstairs again, double-checked the unit door and building number, and knocked on the door again after confirming that he had gone the right way. , still no response.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong, closed his eyes, and reappeared at the scene, An Shanhai felt great grief - he saw that Shan Liang and Da Jian had already been wiped out, and due to his limited ability, he couldn't see the murderer.

But he already has a character in his heart.

The cold sweat on his forehead was layer upon layer. An Shanhai slammed his fist on the door, causing a dent in the iron door. He turned and went downstairs, stepped up and got into the car. Staring deadly at the bright night ahead, it's a pity that no matter how bright the night is, it's still night after all.

The snow was getting thicker and thicker, and the car cover fell off. The once lively night was finally shrouded in bleak white.

When the underworld allocated Da Jian to him back then, he would make this little brat the best ghost messenger, but now it has turned into a sharp knife that gouges out his heart.

The ears that used to be noisy are now finally clean, and there is no need to see light bulbs attached to cats and dogs to bother him every day.

An Shanhai started the car slowly with no expression on his face. The heater in the car was very warm, and the knuckles of his hand on the steering wheel turned white. As the car was driving on the road, An Shanhai thought, he is really a loser, and he only hurts the people around him. Sixty thousand soldiers, Da Jian, Shan Liang, who else?Who can escape?

An Shanhai recalled that Dajian used to say that he was his role model, and in the future he must become a ghost messenger like the boss, be the best deputy, work hard, and be the first in performance!

A drop of tear spilled out of the corner of his eye, and he raised his hand to wipe it away. The 500-year period turned out to be so short, the flesh on his face trembled with sadness, the car stopped by the side of the road, An Shanhai finally cried silently, Nuo In the big world, for a moment, it seems that there is only a trembling figure left.

The burden on his shoulders was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

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I hate Zhou Mao???