Next, cold boss

Guan Chu was put on a red shirt. It is very impolite to attend a funeral in such a dress.He had no choice but to put the black coat over himself and button every button up to his throat, covering up the festive red inside.

He looked at himself in the mirror, and the line "DOYOU MISSME" seemed to be branded on himself, which made him very unhappy.

He wanted to erase this line of writing, but found that he didn't have any cleaning products, and the lipstick seemed to be waterproof, and it was not easy to clean.

After staring at the line for a while, Guan Chu decided to ignore it.

At this time, the little secretary's voice sounded through the door again: "Mr. Guan, are you okay?"

It seems that the little secretary is really worried.

Guan Chu replied: "It's okay." He walked towards the door again and opened it carefully.

The little secretary was always worried about Guan Chu's situation, and after waiting outside for a long time, she became a little impatient, thinking whether to push the door straight in, only to see Guan Chu open the door.Seeing Guan Chu's expression was unkind, the little secretary asked very worriedly: "Why did Mr. Guan take so long..."

"Nothing." Guan Chu replied.

The little secretary probed his head, and unconsciously moved his eyes to the room.The furnishings in the room are all normal, except for the red words on the mirror that caught the little secretary's attention:

DOYOUMISSME——This line of words is bright red and eye-catching.

The little secretary was stunned, and asked Guan Chu: "Have you ever painted on the mirror?"

"It's not me." Guan Chu replied blankly, "It's Mr. Yi Xian."

"What?" The little secretary was stunned, "Yi Xianjun? He..."

Guan Chu twitched the corners of his mouth: "I'm afraid his wronged soul is haunting me."

The little secretary looked at Guan Chu, and for a moment couldn't tell whether it was the bright red writing on the mirror or the dark eyes on Guan Chu's pale face that were more creepy.

Guan Chu straightened his back and went downstairs slowly.

The little secretary did not follow him, but walked into the room, took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the writing on the mirror, and quietly sent it to the prince's staff to report the abnormality.

The staff immediately reported to the prince: "Guan Chu said he saw Mr. Yi Xian."

The prince raised his eyelids: "Check it out."

The staff sent people to investigate, and after the investigation, they said that no one had entered or exited Guanchu's room from the surveillance, and the "Doyoumissme" on the mirror was identified as Guanchu's own handwriting.

The staff analyzed it and concluded: "Guan Chu is afraid that he is really crazy, he has severe hallucinations, and even has a schizophrenia. When I wrote on the mirror, I thought it was written by my wisdom teeth."

The prince also sighed deeply: "It's such a pity that he was such a calm and intelligent person."

His regret seemed very real, as if he wasn't the one who designed to drive Guan Chu crazy.

In the old mansion, the rockery in the garden is dotted among the flowing water where the goldfish swim. The monks are fasting and reciting scriptures in their mouths.

Guan Youyun stood by the water, wearing sackcloth and holding a funeral stick, looking very sad.Seeing Guan Chu coming, he stepped forward again and said to Guan Chu: "You have rested for a while, and your complexion seems to be better."

Guan Chu didn't answer, just looked at Guan Youyun silently for a few seconds, and then said, "Where do I live tonight?"

Guan Youyun replied: "It's the largest room on the third floor of the side building. I've already had it cleaned."

Guan Chu said again: "What about my secretary?"

"Arranged on the same floor, a lower room." Guan Youyun replied.

"Farewell," Guan Chu said, "arrange him far away."

Guan Youyun only asked: "Why?"

Guan Chu replied: "He is timid, if he sees a ghost, he will be afraid."

Hearing Guan Chu's nonsensical words, Guan Youyun only found it funny: "Where did the ghost come from? You also believe this?"

Guan Chu only said: "If there were no ghosts in the world, then the word 'ghost' wouldn't exist."

"You are really nonsensical." Guan Youyun disapproved, "Then according to what you said, there are also 'gods' in the world?"

Guan Chu said: "Of course."

Guan Youyun was taken aback: "I thought you were a materialist, but I didn't expect you to believe this!"

"Maybe I'm an idealist." Guan Chu said, "I think, whether it's gods or ghosts, they are all born from the heart."

"You have become a philosopher." Guan Youyun teased.

Guan Chu didn't answer, just silently looked at the blue sky.

At night, the sky gets darker.

Exquisite white lanterns were hung on the eaves of the mansion, the mourning hall was lit with ever-burning lamps, golden incense burners and gold candlesticks, monks in cassocks with gold thread sat and chanted, and the sound of scriptures even reached the room where Guan Chu opened the window.

This room was indeed specially selected by Guan Youyun for Guan Primitive, it was spacious, tidy and beautiful.The clear floor-to-ceiling windows connect to the wide balcony.Guan Chu stood on the edge of the balcony and heard the monks' vague prayers to the dead not far away.

He had taken off his black coat, revealing the red shirt underneath.He seemed to think that wearing only a red shirt was a bit plain, so he actually pinned a diamond brooch on the shirt—it was the one secretly given to him by his wisdom teeth.

He once threw the brooch into the trash can with disgust, but now, he put it firmly on the position closest to his heart.

Standing in the night wind, he took a deep breath, the cold night air made his lungs feel cold, but he didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all.

Dressed so thinly, he looked down from the balcony and saw that there was no one there but a lush lawn, so he murmured: "If you fall here, since it won't kill me or crush anyone, It's quite appropriate."

As he spoke, he dexterously climbed onto the railing, closed his eyes, took a breath, and turned down!

He let himself fall.

Fall from the balcony on the third floor.

As he said, he neither fell himself nor crushed anyone.

It wasn't because the floor wasn't high enough, or because no one was passing, but because he didn't fall at all.

When he was about to turn down, someone suddenly jumped down from the roof and hugged him forcefully from behind.Behind ALPHA's powerful arms resisted the gravity, and brought Guan Chu back.

Guan Chu could feel the warmth of his chest on his back, as well as the smell emanating from the other person.

The deadliest smell to him.

Guan Chu took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly. He seemed to be hesitating whether to call the other party "wisdom tooth" or "Yi Xianjun".After thinking about it, he finally only said two words: "It's you."

The voice of wisdom teeth sounded behind him: "You are still wearing the hair tie I gave you."

Guan Chu had no words.

Wisdom tooth brushed Guan Chu's ponytail with his hand: "Is this long hair for me?"

Guan Chu remained silent, but turned his head, ponytail slapped his wisdom teeth hard in the face, just like slapping a wisdom tooth with his hair.

And the wisdom tooth who was slapped in the face was extremely intoxicated.

He hugged Guan Chu even tighter: "You smell so sweet."

Guan Chu pressed his hand on the wisdom tooth's face, feeling the cold skin.Perhaps because such a temperature makes people think of death, Guan Chu's eyes became melancholy again, and he asked suspiciously, "Are you dead?"

Wisdom teeth turned Guan Chu around, and the two faced each other.

Guan Chu finally saw the real face of the wisdom tooth—it was seven to eight points similar to the "beauty Yi Xianjun", but the outline was much tougher, really like an "alpha version" of Yi Xianjun.Not only that, but even his body shape is thicker than that of Mr. Yi Xian, and he is not so weak.

Guan Chu stared at him quietly for a while before saying, "You're not dead."

Wisdom tooth smiled and shook his head: "No, baby, you killed me."

Guan Chu was startled: "Then you are a ghost?"

Wisdom Teeth had a playful smile on his face: "Are you afraid?"

Guan Chu was still in a daze, as if he still hadn't figured out the situation, he tentatively stretched out his hand and stroked the position of the heart on the chest of the wisdom teeth.There was a warm beat under Guan Chu's hand—it could be regarded as a proof that the wisdom teeth were alive.

Wisdom Tooth also put his hand on Guan Chu's chest, and touched the cold and hard diamond brooch: "You still put it on." Wisdom Tooth smiled, and smiled a little complacently: "I knew, you would like this of."

Guan Chu turned his body sideways, reached out to take off the brooch, and looked at the wisdom teeth again, with complicated eyes.It was as complicated as Guan Chu's mood at this time, so complicated that even Guan Chu himself didn't know what he felt.

Wisdom teeth know how they feel and what they want.

He cupped Guan Chu's face and kissed it deeply.

He thinks Guan Chu is very sweet.

Perhaps, he is the only one in this world who thinks Guan Chu is sweet.

But that's okay too...

no no.

Maybe it's better this way.

Only he knows that Guan Chu is sweet, that's the best.

Wisdom teeth kissed Guan Chu's lips and closed his eyes.

At this moment, sharp pain pierced the chest of wisdom teeth.

Wisdom tooth suddenly opened his eyes, looked down, and saw that diamond brooch was inserted straight into his chest, piercing his skin.

This needle should not have such lethality, but it may have been modified by Guan Chu, so the needle buckle is particularly hard and sharp, and it can kill people invisible.

However, the needle is too short to hit a vital point. Although it hit the chest, it can only be said to be a skin trauma to the wisdom teeth.

Wisdom teeth showed a strong hurt expression: "You... baby, you pierced my heart?"

There was no tenderness on Guan Chu's face, no trance, or ignorance.He looked sober, cold, exactly as he had looked before.

Guan Chu only said: "Of course you need to pierce your heart, otherwise why not prick your butt?"

"You..." Wisdom Teeth didn't expect Guan Chu to become cold again.

Guan Chu's tone was very cold: "You like to pretend to be dead so much, why don't you really die."

After finishing speaking, Guan Chu kicked his wisdom teeth on the ground.

Wisdom teeth clutched his chest very weakly: "I'm going to die!"

"You'd better be!" With great resentment, Guan Chu raised his wisdom teeth with both hands and threw them downstairs.