Delicate beauty gets entangled by paranoia

first snow.

On the white ground, light and slow snowdrops drifted down. The pedestrians walking on the street wore thicker clothes than the other, their cheeks were pale from the cold, and they were all shivering.

"Hey, don't go, you haven't finished yet," a few kids sat around in front of a fortune teller's booth, listening to the other's story with excitement, seeing that the other party was about to leave, a few people At the same time, they rushed forward and stopped him from leaving.

"Don't grab, don't grab, I won't leave, I won't leave." Seeing that several people started to rush forward to grab it, the fortune teller became anxious, "The story is over, what do you want to listen to?"

The older child hurriedly asked, "Why do ghosts never kill directly, but always beat around the bush?"

"Yes, yes, if there are ghosts in this world, why haven't we seen them before?" Another kid also echoed.

The fortune teller first knocked on the head of the first child who asked the question, and then said slowly, "If you don't have a chance, you won't get together, and if you have no debts, you won't come. Even ghosts and people must act in accordance with the law of hell. How many good deeds have you done? How many bad things have been done, they are all marked in the gears of fate."

"People with bad intentions will be bewitched into demons, those with high merit will be blessed by the law, and those who are pure and kind can influence ghosts," the fortune-teller paused, his expression seemed to be caught in some kind of memory , his expression suddenly became smug, "I am the person with high merit and virtue, even the evil spirits have killed me."

As soon as the fortune-telling words came out, the children next to me stared at each other and let out a "wow wow" sound.

"The ones that ghosts can kill are those wicked people who deserve to die. If you have accumulated many virtues and have a clear conscience, ghosts can't hurt you at all..."

"Gua Wazi, don't you want to eat anymore!!"

Before the fortune-teller finished, with the roar of He Shidong behind him, several children broke up happily.

The fortune teller looked at the figures of these little kids running away, sighed deeply, sat back on his small bench, shrugged his nose, and took another breath of steam.

In this weather, business is even more difficult.

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"Hiss," Song Yanchen gasped, and looked up at the snowflakes constantly falling in the sky.

"so cold."

Song Yanchen couldn't help muttering in a low voice, his fingers were turning blue from the cold.

At this moment, Song Yanchen tilted his head, and his eyes accidentally drifted to the fortune teller who was sitting on the small bench and setting up a stall.

Just one glance made his pupils tremble slightly. He rubbed his eyes to confirm that he was right, and walked up with some surprise, "It's you, fortune teller."

Hearing the voice, the fortune teller raised his head subconsciously, met Song Yanchen's shining star eyes, his pupils trembled, and he fell off the stool in fright.

"Yes, it's you..."

Apparently, the fortune teller also recognized each other.

Just as Song Yanchen was about to go forward to help him, the fortune teller immediately stopped him, "Don't move! Don't come near me!"

Song Yanchen's movements stopped immediately, and he stood there helplessly, looking at the other party helplessly.

The fortune teller swallowed first, then hurriedly grabbed the bench and sat down again, his throat tightened.

He looked Song Yanchen's whole body up and down, especially staring at the complexion on his face to confirm repeatedly, his brows twitched, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and his pale face slowly began to warm up, "You... "

The fortune-telling words seemed to be stuck in my throat, and I didn't say them for a long time.

"What?" Song Yanchen didn't know why, so he took the initiative to ask.

The fortune teller's expression was extremely solemn, and the fingers of his right hand flicked like typing Morse code.

Suddenly, his pupils trembled, and he stared fixedly at Song Yanchen, who looked harmless to humans and animals in front of him, not daring to answer, "What noble person did you meet?"

Song Yanchen blinked, a little unable to understand the other party's words.

"Why did you come here?" Before the fortune teller could continue to ask, he put his hands on Song Yanchen's shoulders defenselessly, which shocked Song Yanchen, and almost leaned forward, even with the fortune teller. Everyone was so scared that they hid their upper body back.

Fortunately, the man behind Song Yanchen was quick-witted, grabbed his waist, and pulled him into his arms.

Song Yanchen recognized the other party's voice almost instantly.

------It's a pervert.

Song Yanchen's heart fell back into his chest all of a sudden, and even his frightened white skin slowly warmed up, a tinge of red appeared at the end of his eyes, Song Yanchen's eyes lit up, but he still hammered the other person's shoulder with some feigned reserve, "You just now Scared me."

The man lowered his head to look at the baby in his arms, the sides of his nostrils cast faint shadows, and his hands slowly closed into the boy's waist like a clammy viper.

He handed the roasted sweet potatoes he just bought to the other party, "Didn't you say you shouldn't walk around? Why did you come here?"

Song Yanchen immediately retracted into the opponent's arms obediently, his eyes were full of love and dependence, holding the roasted sweet potato, warming his cold hands, but he still pouted his mouth and couldn't help muttering, "Anyway, you will definitely find me , I won't lose it."

With a slight smile on the corner of the man's mouth, he rubbed his head, with unthinking and undisguised pampering and love in his eyes, "Naughty."

As soon as the man came, Song Yanchen lost interest in what the fortune teller wanted to say, and hugged the man's waist instead, saying aggrievedly, "I'm so cold."

The man reluctantly took off his coat and hugged Song Yanchen, covering him with the clothes.

The clothes instantly covered Song Yanchen's whole body, only his head was slightly exposed, like a bride waiting to be married in some mysterious country, she wrapped her head with a long cloth, only her fair face was exposed.

The man's height of 1.9 meters fits the coat just right, but Song Yanchen, who is 175 meters tall, looks like a kid who steals clothes, which is so funny.

"Let's go," the man naturally embraced his shoulders, rubbed his head lightly, and walked back with him in his arms.

Song Yanchen huddled in the opponent's arms obediently, feeling the heat behind him, a satisfied smile appeared in his eyes.

After walking a long way, Song Yanchen suddenly realized that he was chatting with fortune-telling just now, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and he quickly pointed behind him, "I just..."

Before Song Yanchen finished speaking, the man lowered his head and kissed his ear, "Didn't you go home just now? Why didn't you leave? Huh?"

As soon as the man's kiss fell, Song Yanchen shrank his shoulders, his whole face flushed red, his eyelashes fluttered with shame, and he kept looking around, afraid that passers-by would see what happened just now. The embarrassing scene immediately made him forget what he was going to say.

His face was flushed, and he shrunk his little head deeper, only one eye was exposed, his whole face was flushed, and he said nothing.

The man chuckled, hugged him and continued to move forward.

Just a short walk away, he silently turned his dark eyes to the back, looking at the nameless stall just now.

But soon, he looked away again, and continued to walk forward with Song Yanchen in his arms.

The fortune teller watched the backs of the two walking away, and the teeth began to knot uncontrollably.

I wipe I wipe.

No wonder...

The fortune teller wiped the cold sweat from his forehead just now, and his heart was beating faster.

It's no wonder why the ominous omen that comes with the fortune of the year is suddenly reversed into auspicious...

It turned out to be an evil spirit who sacrificed his life...

Thinking of the undisguised intimacy of the two just now, the fortune teller couldn't help shaking his head and sighing

But then again, this is not a good thing.

The pure and kind people can influence ghosts......

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As soon as he entered the door, Song Yanchen was turned over by the man, facing him, and hugged him.

Song Yanchen wasn't shy at all, he first exclaimed, and then took the initiative to stop the man's shoulder.

Seeing that the other party was dishonest, he was so anxious that he was about to cry. His ears were flushed, and his body was trembling instinctively. He was almost gasping for breath while refusing, "Don't move."

"Huh?" The man leaned down and kissed Song Yanchen's forehead, "...What are you hiding from?"

Song Yanchen put his hand full of sweet potato dust on the opponent's face, and said angrily, "I haven't washed my hands yet."

The man smiled, and kissed the other's palm without feeling disgusted at all, and hugged him tightly, "Then I'll carry you to wash your hands."

Song Yanchen snorted arrogantly, like a little prince in a castle, his fingers never touched the spring water, he needed someone to hold him even when he was walking, he leaned limply on the man's shoulder, and let out another breath.

After washing his hands, Song Yanchen started to make a fuss dishonestly again, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, you go and cook."

The little prince suddenly became the little emperor of the landlord's family.

The man pinched his face, how could he agree so quickly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Kiss me, and I'll go."

When Song Yanchen heard this, he immediately hugged the back of the man's head and babbled, but the whole process could be said to be very sloppy.

The man was not satisfied with this kiss that didn't even count as an appetizer. He immediately lowered his head, held the other party with one hand, and held the back of his baby's head with the other hand, and directly placed a hot and moist kiss on his mouth.

Song Yanchen's lips were bright red, and he bit it as if he was eating jelly. If he swept it casually, the other party was trembling like a kitten whose tail was touched.

The man kissed so fascinatedly that he even began to bite the soft flesh on his face.

Song Yanchen's slender eyelashes blinked frantically, his expression was somewhat bewildered, and his face also flushed lingeringly, looking delicious, like a peach.

This kiss can be said to be very long, so long that Song Yanchen almost held his breath.

The man let go of the other party reluctantly, put him back on the sofa lightly, and gently rubbed his hair.

"Tell me, what do you want to eat?"

Song Yanchen's eyes lit up immediately, and he said without hesitation, "Of course we have to eat hot pot in winter."

The man kissed the end of his eyes again, helplessly and dotingly, "Okay, I'll do it for you."

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The author has something to say:

A certain ghost: From then on, the princess and the prince lived a happy life.

Xiao Song: Happiness? □□?

The next world: The story of the little pity who recruited ghosts, married ghosts in a dream, and was harassed,

感谢在2022-03-1614:41:40~2022-03-1712:14:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Ershisi; 3 bottles of Wen Yushu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

Yin Qin in the second volume of dreams