Gods and Ghosts Have Arranged Home Alone

Chapter 20 The kid has grown up!

Shen Zhou pushed up the brim of his hat that blocked his view, and looked at his wife who bought bread through the brown glass lens.

Close to a small face in sight, the child licked a piece of ice cream and asked childishly, "Brother, aren't you hot?"

Shen Zhou tilted his head: "Huh?"

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the high temperature was baking the earth. Shen Zhou was sitting on a chair, wearing long-sleeved trousers with his collar turned up, wrapping his neck tightly.

The child was very curious about him, and stretched out his small hand to pull his hat, but Shen Zhou was not angry, and lowered his head to let him pull it.

The head under the hat was bald, and some hair grew sparsely. The child looked a little frightened, loosened his hands, and put the hat back on.

"Brother...are you sick?"

"... Goo?"

The grandfather finally found the little grandson who was running around, held his hand, and apologized to Shen Zhou repeatedly.

Shen Zhou's complexion was blue, and it looked even weirder under the sun, and the knuckles of the hand holding the coffee protruded like devil's claws.

The old man's eyes went all the way up from his hand, and stopped on Shen Zhou's dull face.

For a moment, the old man really wanted to take off his sunglasses to see if this guy was alive or dead.

But he held back.

The grandfather said a few words of apology, and walked away quickly, leading his grandson.

Shen Zhou watched them go away, and another woman came into his sight.

"I've been waiting for a long time. There's a long queue." Lu Juan handed the hot egg tart to her husband, and adjusted his hat. She touched his face and smiled, "You look good today."

"Gu... not bad... oh." Shen Zhou imitated her.

"Good boy." Lu Juan took out the egg tart from the bag and fed it to his lips.

A family came up ahead, the little boy was driving a car slowly, the young parents chased after the son to protect him, but the son walked too coquettishly, and a car hit Lu Juan's leg.

The little boy looked up at a loss in the car, and Lu Juan gave him an egg tart with a smile.

The young parents were so frightened by their son that they would never let him drive the car again. The mother picked up her son and apologized to Lu Juan. When the father picked up the car, he was angry and reluctant to scold him. After struggling for a long time, he just patted his son's little head .

There was a gray mark on Lu Juan's trousers, which was dirty, she patted it a few times, and led Shen Zhou to continue walking.

As a result, Shen Zhou did not leave.

He half knelt down and patted the print on the trousers lightly.

"Okay, okay, it's okay." Lu Juan told him to get up, but he refused to get up.

"Dirty..." He patted and patted patiently, making Lu Juan's pants clean.

After patting his pants, he went to pick up the egg tarts that fell on the ground.

Lu Juan gently grabbed his hand and shook her head: "Don't eat it, it's dirty."

I only bought two egg tarts, gave one to the little boy, and dropped one on the ground.

She broke open the donut and gave half to her husband.

Shen Zhou gnawed on a donut and smiled silly at her.

"Is it tasty?"

"good to eat……"

"What's my name, do you remember?"

"..." Shen Zhou tilted his head, his dull mind was like a mess, he couldn't speak out after thinking for a long time.

Shen Zhou's memory changed day by day, Lu Juan took his paw to her lips and kissed, spread his hand, and wrote gently in his palm.

"Your name is Shen - Zhou -"

"Mmm boat..."

"My name is Lu..."

"Juan?"

Lu Juan raised her head in surprise.

"Lu... Juan... Lu Juan..." Shen Zhou grinned.

Lu Juan sniffed and hugged her husband tightly.

Shen Zhou was still muttering his wife's name over and over again, trying to remember with his clumsy head.

Liang Lian slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, raised his head, and looked at the building covered with tempered glass.

The building is like a sharp sword piercing the sky, and the sun shines on it, refracting sharp light.

He picked up his phone and whispered, "I'm going in."

"Okay, be careful."

"clear."

"Ok?"

"I want to eat sweet and sour pork."

Yu Qing couldn't laugh or cry: "Okay, I'll get it for you tonight."

A little bat whizzed over, and Liang Lian raised his hand to hold it in his palm.

"Damn! Can you keep a low profile?" Liang Lian tugged at the hair on the snack guy's head, and the snack guy gnawed lightly on the finger holding him, Liang Lian snuffed out the cigarette butt, and put it in the bag.

When Liang Lian walked into the building, Chen Guoguo just came out of the building and met Liang Lian face to face, but did not recognize him.

It's just the height and imposing manner that made Chen Guoguo turn his head and look at him.

The old man with a shaggy beard and a hoarse voice was talking to the front desk with a resume.

"Oh, we received your resume online, this way please."

"thanks, thanks!"

The old man wore a simple and honest smile, and walked behind obediently.

Nothing like it.

Chen Guoguo shook his head and walked towards Lu Juan and Shen Zhou who were waiting outside the door.

"Awaited."

"No, we just arrived." Lu Juan led Shen Zhou in, but Shen Zhou didn't leave. He looked at Chen Guoguo and made a gurgling sound in his throat, as if he was a little afraid of him.

Liang Lian took a mop and peeked at his clothes.

The buttons on the clothes were dark green with embossed snake scales, exactly the same as the ones left at Ye Cheng's house.

Although the people in the building have different clothes, the buttons are all of the same style.

The boss of the company seems to have a special preference for the texture of snake scales, and even the company's LOGO is changed from snake scales.

He turned around with the bucket in hand, just in time to see Lu Juan leading Shen Zhou into the elevator.

Shen Zhou's complexion became even worse, lifeless, if it wasn't for the tense cheeks, Liang Lian would almost have regarded him as a corpse.

"Hey, let me get out of the way."

"Sorry, sorry." Liang Lian turned sideways, and when he looked over again, the elevator door had been slowly closed...

It's so comfortable to turn on the air conditioner and cover the quilt!

Ye Cheng arched the quilt, the quilt was undulating, and the elasticity was not bad, Ye Cheng closed his eyes and touched and touched the strong chest, the young man had already been awakened by him, he hugged Ye Cheng dotingly , I sighed in my heart, before he grew up, he was the one who touched Ye Cheng, but after he grew up, it was Ye Cheng who came to touch him.

Ye Cheng felt and felt, and came across a tender little bump, he felt strange, he squeezed the bump and pulled and pressed.

The nipples/heads that were played/played were red, as if they were on fire, burning all the way to the man's handsome face.

The heartbeat was so fast, and the heat flow accumulated on his lower abdomen made him aware that a certain position was undergoing obvious changes.

Ye Cheng was pushed, twisted his body uncomfortably, and opened his eyes.

Overlapping with the dream, the man with horns on his forehead was looking at him tenderly.

Strange, why is it still in a dream?

Ye Cheng sat up and pinched his face so hard that his face turned red.

"Does it hurt?" The man was angry and funny.

"...It hurts." Ye Cheng looked him up and down, his eyes fell on the man's corner, and he couldn't help touching it. He remembered what this guy said, calling him dad?So this big man is his son?

Ye Cheng dazedly calculated how old he is this year?

He was in a trance for a while, his mind gradually cleared up, looking at the familiar face in the dream, Ye Cheng suddenly let out a loud cry, and rolled backwards, the man's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he stretched out his hand and hugged Ye Cheng into his arms.

The man was very frightened by Ye Cheng, and his strong arms tightly wrapped around Ye Cheng. When he was a child, his arms were short and couldn't even wrap around Ye Cheng's waist. Now he can easily hold Ye Cheng in his arms, That feels really... kind of weird?

"Father, be careful not to fall...well...don't be afraid..." He stroked Ye Cheng's back dumbfounded, "Take a deep breath, hehe...ha..."

Lily carried a bag of breakfast and knocked on the door humming a little tune.

"Xiao Chengcheng, come have breakfast..."

The man holding Ye Cheng blinked: "Morning..."

Lily: "..."

Boss Yan rubbed his forehead with some headaches. He had expected that the kid would come back, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this. Boss Yan stared at the man for a long time and asked, "What's your name?"

"Dad, what's my name?"

Ye Cheng: "..."

Yan Wang: "Well... how did he call you before?"

"Little devil."

"Well, let's call it a big ghost now."

"..." Isn't this too casual? ! !

"Ye Cheng, as you can see, this big ghost is that little ghost... Alright! Don't be in a daze! Get back to your senses!"

Boss Yan almost knocked Ye Cheng's brains out with a thud. Ye Cheng covered his head with tears in his eyes, and said depressedly, "Is he a brat?"

The little ghost has a tiger head and a tiger head, which is very soft and cute, while the big ghost has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and has the toughness of a mature man's bones. Ye Cheng took a few more glances, and the more he looked, the more he looked like the same person.

But how did he do it from a child to an adult overnight? !

Boss Yan understood when he saw Gumantong's statue. He took out the ashes-covered talisman paper from the shell, pointed to the inside of the shell, and told him to look at the mantra engraved inside.

"The statue is a seal, and the talisman can make him take shape, but there are restrictions on the statue, he can only be in the form of a little ghost."

After Boss Yan said this, Ye Cheng understood, but after understanding, he fell into entanglement again.

"Could it be... are all Gumantongs like this?"

"I don't know." Boss Yan spread his hands. Gumantong is a specialty of Thailand, so he didn't care about it.

Ye Cheng returned to the ward, lying on the bed in a daze.

The young man peeled an apple for him, and Ye Cheng asked: "Little devil... um, no, what did I name you before?"

"Forget." He doesn't want that rustic name!

"You've grown so big, it doesn't seem right to call you a kid." Ye Cheng thought for a while and said, "Then I'll get you another one."

"Okay! Make it nicer!"

Ye Cheng rubbed his forehead, and said with some headache: "Well... ghost... expensive, then I'll call you Ye Xiaogui!"

"..." What's the difference? !

Lily came in to hang the bottle for Ye Cheng, winking at the handsome Ye Xiaogui, Ye Xiaogui pursed his lips and smiled at her, the sunlight outlined a golden outline on his body, brilliant and eye-catching.

Ye Cheng turned his head away, just for a moment, he felt his heart beating a few beats faster...

Lily hung up the bottle, left a bottle of slime and left.

Ye Cheng lay in a daze for a while, then sat up suddenly.

Ye Xiaogui was startled: "What are you doing?"

"To the restroom."

When he moved, the blood on his hand flowed back into the needle tube, Ye Xiaogui pushed him back, and found a urinal from under the bed.

Ye Cheng suddenly became unwilling and struggled to get out of bed.

"Don't move around, your feet are still hurt." Ye Xiaogui arranged the crooked bottle with a worried face, and put the urinal on the bed.

Ye Cheng's foot really hurts, just now he was supported by Ye Xiaogui to walk all the way, but now his ankle seems to be broken.

He had no choice but to untie his pants, and Ye Xiaogui helped him, but Ye Cheng was unwilling again, he held his crotch and told Ye Xiaogui to turn around, Ye Xiaogui was convinced, it's not like they haven't met each other honestly, why are they embarrassed now?

Ye Xiaogui held Ye Cheng down, quickly helped him take off his pants, and put the urinal between his legs.

"Dad, spread your legs."

"Don't call me dad!" Ye Cheng became angry from embarrassment.

"..." Ye Xiaogui opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, with his head drooping like a big dog that has done something wrong.

Ye Cheng looked away, and said falteringly: "You... just call me by my name... You are so old, it's strange to call me Dad..."

Ye Xiaogui really couldn't do anything with him, so he bent down and kissed him on the cheek: "Okay... Cheng..."

The unique breath of a young man blew on his face, Ye Cheng's face was flushed with shame, his lower abdomen was swollen, he couldn't hold it anymore, he opened his legs, and let Ye Xiaogui point Xiao Chengcheng at the mouth of the pot.

Ye Cheng closed his eyes, he was really not used to urinating while lying on the bed, he brewed it for a while, but the liquid couldn't come out.

Ye Xiaogui kissed him and told him to relax and not be nervous. Ye Cheng turned his head to avoid him at first, but after he kissed his face, he thought it was washing his face.

Ye Xiaogui kissed Ye Cheng's lips, and opened his teeth skillfully. Ye Cheng shook his body, and there was a sound of splashing water in the pot.

Ye Cheng wondered in his heart when his mouth was spitting, the kid is tall and strong, does he still need to charge it?

Someone came to deliver food at noon, and the red tide on Ye Cheng's face did not subside. The man touched Ye Cheng's forehead and asked him if he felt uncomfortable.

Ye Xiaogui, who was washing clothes on the balcony, poked his head over and told the man that he didn't have to worry about it.

The man saw him face to face and asked who he was, Ye Xiaogui puffed out his chest and said he was Ye Cheng's son.

Then the man looked at the young man in his twenties, and then at Ye Cheng in his thirties, and hurriedly fled the ward with a look on his face.

Ye Xiaogui finished drying his clothes and walked into the room, picked up Ye Cheng's bangs, and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"Well, it's stamped." Ye Xiaogui said seriously.

"What stamp?" Ye Cheng couldn't help but touch the corner of his forehead, "This person has a master?"

The stinky hooligan lowered his head to stroke him, and corrected him: "This man has a son."

Ye Cheng: "..."

After growing up, the little ghost felt full of strength, which had never happened before. I wonder if it was because Ye Cheng's blood had soaked his ashes.

Ye Cheng was so bored in the room that he wanted to go out for a walk. Ye Xiaogui found a wheelchair and wanted to push him, but Ye Cheng refused again.

Ye Xiaogui had nothing to do with him, half knelt down with his back to Ye Cheng, and pushed his hands behind his back: "Come up."

"Where are you going?" Ye Cheng pretended to be stupid.

"Get a crutch." Ye Xiaogui said, "There is no crutch in the room."

When Ye Cheng was lying on Ye Xiaogui's back, he suddenly came back to his senses, he was just holding a cane, so why should he carry him on his back?

Ye Xiaogui walked slowly in the corridor with Ye Cheng on his back, stopping by the window to bask in the sun from time to time.

That pampering expression clearly says "this person has a master, and idlers should not come near him".

The little bat hung upside down on the window sill, watched it silently for a while, then spread its wings and flew away.

The enthusiastic researchers could only watch from a distance, watching Ye Xiaogui carry Ye Cheng into Hannah's room.

Hannah could already sit up, her face was pale, her hair was thinning, but she was wearing a beautiful floral dress.

The foreign man was feeding her porridge, although little went in, but a lot came out.

He wiped his wife's mouth with a piece of paper, and gently brushed the hair on his face.

"It's not bad today, I ate half a bowl." He took Hannah's hand and kissed it, and said with a smile, "Continue to work harder tomorrow."

The man's mind was completely on his wife, and he didn't even know Ye Cheng came in.

Hannah's eyeballs suddenly turned to the door, and the man followed her gaze, and finally found Ye Cheng by the door.

The man was so happy, moved the chair for Ye Cheng, served tea and water, as if treating the ward as his own home.

Ye Cheng chatted with the man, while Ye Xiaogui sat on a chair outside the door and played with Ye Cheng's mobile phone.

When the game was about to be cleared, the phone rang, and the caller ID was "Mom".

"Dad...Cheng, you have a phone!" Ye Xiaogui shouted.

When the man heard the phone call, he suddenly slapped his head and took out his phone to show his wife.

He clicked on the photo album and flipped through it one by one. Their son was so healthy and chubby. Hannah looked at it, making a gurgling sound in his throat.

"He's so naughty, he can kick his legs when he sleeps." The man sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Hannah into his arms. In the video, the baby was blowing bubbles, and his calves were kicking and kicking, very lively.

Hannah stared blankly at her child, with no expression on her face. The husband wanted to listen to music for her. When the video was turned off, Hannah suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her husband's wrist.

The man suddenly understood that Hannah wanted to watch the video.

After the video was played, she watched it again and again with wide-eyed eyes. The man hugged Hannah tightly, and the tears of happiness burst into tears, and they couldn't stop.

Mother Ye was chatting, but her son fell silent again.

"Xiaocheng? Are you still there?" Mother Ye asked worriedly.

"Here." Ye Cheng withdrew his gaze, gently closed the door of the room, and sat side by side with Ye Xiaogui on the chair.

"Are you busy during this time? Pay attention to rest, and cook what you eat yourself." Mother Ye was nagging, not knowing that her son no longer had to work.

Ye Cheng responded, and unconsciously touched the corner of Ye Xiaogui's forehead.

Ye Cheng touched it a few times, then let go because he saw that the corner was touched red.

Ye Xiaogui took Ye Cheng's hand and put it on his head, looking at Ye Cheng with a begging expression on his face, Ye Cheng really couldn't do anything with him, so he rubbed his head indiscriminately.

"Xiaocheng, the weather has changed recently, you should pay attention to your body."

"Mom, don't worry, I'm very strong." Ye Cheng said with a smile, "I don't get sick so easily."

He took Ye Xiaogui's hand and squeezed it tightly.

Even if you are sick, there must be a way to cure it!

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