Marry the ex-boyfriend's father [Transmigration Book]

When Mother Song came to the door with a gift, Ji Lanchuan was sitting in the study reading scriptures to Qin Zheng.

The young man's breath is calm and his voice is clear, and his reading of the "Qing Jing Jing" has a special charm. After listening to it once in the live broadcast room, Qin Zheng secretly took this matter to heart.

Today is Saturday, it's rare that Third Master Qin didn't go to the company to work overtime, but stayed at home to "accompany the children". Song's mother went to the Qin's headquarters for nothing, so she could only bite the bullet and come to Qin's house to visit.

"Don't want to show up?" Seeing the young man shaking his head slightly at him, Qin Zheng looked at Uncle Zheng knowingly, "Give her Ji Lan's phone number."

Having discussed his plan with the man a long time ago, Ji Lanchuan was not surprised by the tacit understanding between the two at the moment, while Song's mother, who was waiting in the living room downstairs, was in a very disturbed mood.

Ever since Song Yi said that he saw a ghost at home that day, she found that her son was losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. Originally, she didn't believe these strange powers and chaos, but the fear in Song Yi's eyes did not seem to be fake, Song's mother loved her son dearly. , I had to look around for folk remedies that could drive away ghosts and evil spirits.

It's a pity that metaphysics is not popular in this world, and there are very few people with real skills like Ji Lanchuan. Song's mother burned incense and worshiped Buddha and spent a lot of money, but Song Yi was still getting weaker day by day.

Seeing that her son was about to be sent to the psychiatric department by Song Mingquan's black heart, Song's mother hurriedly begged the head of the Song family, also her own gold master, Song Yanzhang. After one night, she finally heard about the little granddaughter of the Huo family from him. Rumors of "rescued from evil spirits".

The Qin and Song families had always been at odds, and Song Yanzhang would not be ashamed to "beg" Qin Zheng for an illegitimate child, so the only guest visiting the Qin family at this moment was Mother Song herself.

She had followed Song Yanzhang early on, and she had heard a lot about Third Master Qin's deeds. If it wasn't for her son, she would never want to get close to such a ruthless Rakshasa.

Fortunately, the other party kept her identity and did not go downstairs to entertain her in person. Mother Song took the business card handed over by the butler, breathed a sigh of relief, and left politely with the gift that was declined.

Watching the woman's figure gradually go away, Ji Lanchuan realized that he could clearly see the flower garden and the main entrance through the window of the study. Thinking of the gaze he vaguely felt when he was usually tending the flowers and plants, he couldn't help looking at Qin Zheng——

The study room is an important part of the Qin residence, and only the head of the Qin family can freely enter and exit.

Qin Zheng, who was keenly aware that he was about to expose the fact of "peeping": ...

"Huh?" Pointing to the half-closed scripture in the young man's hand, the man pretended to be ignorant and changed the subject, "Continue."

Shaking off the bloody and unreliable associations in his mind, Ji Lanchuan sat back in the soft chair specially prepared for himself: "Clearness is the source of turbidity, and movement is the foundation of tranquility. People can always be quiet, and the world will return... "

The sky was dark, and there seemed to be a sign of a storm.

Waiting anxiously in the private room, Song's mother poured a cup of tea for Song Mingquan with a smirk. The other party didn't know what the hell was going on, and insisted on following her and Song Yi to see Ji Tianshi.

"Thank you," thanked him politely, and Song Mingquan added with a gentle smile, "Aunt Li."

Aunt Li.

Hearing this address, Song's mother, whose real name is Li Yunxiang, almost gritted her silver teeth. Even if she gave birth to Song Yanzhang's son early, she is still a mistress who has no power and power.

In front of the upright heir of the Song family, Li Yunxiang couldn't stand any pretensions of an elder at all, and cast a glance at Song Yi with hatred, and she found that the other party was dancing and waving something again.

"Don't, don't come here..."

The man's voice was hoarse and thin, and his eyes were all black after insomnia. Li Yunxiang felt distressed when he saw it, and he only hoped that Ji Tianshi would have some extraordinary skills.

As for Song Mingquan, he just wanted to make sure that "Ji Lan" was the person he remembered.

"Click."

The door of the room was opened by the waiter waiting outside, and a black-haired young man with extraordinary appearance stepped in slowly. A Taoist priest who abides by the rules.

Suspecting that the young man went to the wrong room, Li Yunxiang frowned: "Are you...?"

"Ji Lan," he was not angry at the woman's questioning, the young man looked at Song Mingquan generously, "Master Song."

The amazement flashed across his eyes, and Song Mingquan never thought that the poor little boy who was cheated on in public that day had such a dazzling side. He nodded, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth: "Long time no see."

Realizing that the young man was "familiar" with Song Mingquan, Li Yunxiang's heart sank suddenly, and she calmly dragged Song Yi to her side. She even suspected that this was a trap specially set for their mother and son.

"Mrs. Song, don't be so nervous." He was neither humble nor overbearing. The young man was obviously better at talking than Song Mingquan. He pointed to his eyes, and his tone was reassuringly certain. Ghost, right?"

"Can you really see it?!"

Before Li Yunxiang could speak, Song Yi looked at the young man as if he had found a life-saving straw. He was in a daze, and he had long since forgotten that he had ever met him once.

In fact, it was not a red dress, but a bright color after being soaked in blood.

Silently swallowing the explanation in his mouth, Ji Lanchuan, who was wearing colored contact lenses in his left eye, nodded, and then pretended to be embarrassed according to the script: "This ghost has too much resentment, I'm afraid even I can't expel her."

"Master, master! Please save me!" Song Yi went to many Buddhist temples and Taoist temples, and it was the first time that Song Yi found an expert who could see Zhong Yao's resentful spirit. Pulling the young man's dangling wrist, "As long as you can take her away, I will pay you as much as you want!"

Neatly avoiding the other party's entanglement, Ji Lanchuan forcibly concealed the disgust in his eyes: "Except for those with extremely light characters, there must be a reason for the ghost to haunt you. Dare I ask Young Master Song, have you ever done something to offend this female ghost?"

"I……"

Thinking of the bad things he had done, Song Yi hesitated and couldn't speak. He couldn't stand his son being questioned like a criminal. Li Yunxiang pulled him back behind him: "Master Ji, what do you mean? Are you here?" How dare you say that to Mr. Huo when you saved the little granddaughter of the Huo family?"

Don't compare your son who is not even an animal with Huo Duoduo?

Rolling his eyes secretly in his heart, Ji Lanchuan replied calmly: "If she doesn't want to believe me, why does Mrs. Song want to beg the third master?"

The beautiful phoenix eyes sharpened suddenly, and the young man raised his finger to Song Yi's back of the neck: "If the female ghost has not left before twelve o'clock tonight, he will have to hang his neck and die."

It seemed that there was a refreshing breeze blowing, and following the young man's movements, a frightening bruise suddenly appeared on Song Yi's neck. The thick purple was ominous, and it had gradually spread to the lower part of the other's Adam's apple.

His legs were weak, and Song Yi heard the female ghost giggling strangely behind him, as if mocking the group of people in front of him for being overwhelmed. Song's mother couldn't see Zhong Yao, and she only thought about her son's future and the Song family's future. Face, just as she wanted the young man to promise that he would never spread the matter to the outside world, she turned around and went out when she saw the young man without looking back——

"Sincerity leads to success. I can't afford to accept such dishonest customers as Mrs. Song."

There was a strong wind, and the moment the young man left the private room, the coldness that penetrated the bones suddenly broke out. Facing the ugly and terrifying grimace in front of him, Song Yi, who was on the verge of collapse, shuddered, and desperately broke away from his mother and chased him out.

Liu Ying is a girl who loves food, but she is naturally fat, and she will gain weight when she drinks cold water. In order to maintain her figure, she can only enjoy the eye addiction through various food broadcasts on the Internet.

The newcomer recommended by Strawberry Live today happened to be a gourmet anchor. Liu Ying saw that the name of the other's live broadcast was a restaurant that was not very common, so she reached out and clicked in curiously.

The anchor is a faceless girl, and there are only all kinds of exquisite and attractive food in the camera. Judging from the remaining amount of food, the other party should have been live broadcasting for a long time.

The environment is elegant but empty. Liu Ying searched the Internet and found out that this is a high-end restaurant that is not open to non-members. Looking at the string of jaw-dropping numbers on the menu, the audience swiped jokingly. It starts with "a rich woman asks for marriage".

While Liu Ying was waiting for the anchor to evaluate the food, the other party suddenly turned the camera and pointed it at a tall figure not far away: "Wow, what a handsome boy."

Because she didn't want the live broadcast to affect others, the location where the anchor was sitting happened to be in a remote corner. Liu Ying didn't like this kind of candid photography, but after seeing the other person's face clearly, she closed her mouth shamefully——

Long legs and slender waist, snowy skin and red lips, the constantly zooming camera made the young man's appearance somewhat blurred, but this still did not affect the female audience screaming "beauty" from the bottom of their hearts.

【Ahhhhhh I'm so sore!What kind of luck is this anchor, to bump into the best handsome guy when he goes out to eat! 】

Turning into a lemon essence and laying down a long barrage, Liu Ying hadn't had time to send it when she saw a man in a state of embarrassment rushing into the camera.

"Master Ji, don't go! I say, I say! Her name is Zhong Yao, and she is a third-tier star. I had a dispute with her a few days ago, and I accidentally pushed her down."

"But I didn't mean it! Why is she still pestering me after she's dead?!"

There was no one else in the hall, so the man's hoarse roar seemed particularly abrupt. Liu Ying was so frightened by the other party that it took him a while to realize what the man was saying.

Zhong Yao?Isn't that the little junior sister from "Liu Xian" who has become popular and mysterious recently?According to what the man said, Zhong Yao is actually dead?

Shocked by this shocking gossip, Liu Ying, who often eats melons, habitually presses the record screen, and the audience in the live broadcast room also fries their pots. In just a few tens of seconds, tens of thousands of people poured into the room. new audiences.

But Li Yunxiang, who came in a hurry, didn't know that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at her through the camera at this moment, supporting his son who couldn't stand still, the elegantly dressed woman said with a gloomy expression, "What exactly do you want?"

The author has something to say:

Ji Lanchuan: Send your son to prison~

Don't blame the third master for his lack of appearances. This plot is essential to promote the relationship between the third master and Lanchuan.

One more, there are more back flips.