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

Sensing the danger instinctively, Ji Lanchuan held his breath, not even daring to blink his eyelashes.

I have never eaten pork but I have seen pigs running. The man's current state is obviously a bit "upper", the palm that is close to his ankle bone is so hot that it seems to be burning.

"I..." From the corner of the eye, I caught sight of some socialist images, and the young man got stuck, and immediately turned his head as if he was being burned.

——There were many things after returning home. The two were still wearing the same shirt and trousers.

"You?" The scenery that appeared in the dream was right in front of him, Qin Zheng asked calmly, as if the person who was showing the "vicious face" was not him at all.

Daozu Sanqing, why is this old man so flirtatious? !

With a red face, Ji Lanchuan didn't dare to look into the other person's eyes at all. No matter how rich his theoretical experience was, when he met Qin Zheng, a prudish man who loves to do things, the young man would only feel his legs go limp.

"Third Lord..."

Unable to withstand the opponent's offensive, Ji Lanchuan resigned himself to his fate with a soft voice to beg for forgiveness, but he didn't know that showing weakness like this would only stimulate the man's senses even more. He could hear the hidden meaning in the young man's words, but Qin Zheng still pretended to be ignorant and refused to respond: " Um?"

Do you know that the richness of the aura in the room is getting higher? !

He didn't dare to think deeply about the meaning behind it. At this moment, Ji Lanchuan hated his keen perception of yin and yang, because he had been a celestial master for many years, and he would only feel comfortable when he was surrounded by aura.

The young man's skin was delicate and fair, and at this moment, it was even dyed with a faint blush from head to toe. Letting go of the other's healed ankle, Qin Zheng gently hugged a certain rabbit onto his lap with a little force.

"Hold hands, hug," Qin Zheng easily clasped the opponent's hands that wanted to resist, stretched out his long arms, and wrapped his free left hand around the young man's thin waist, "What should we do next?"

The words and actions were synchronized, and the man's rhetoric about the lover's obligations flashed in Ji Lanchuan's mind reflexively. The other party's elder-like guiding and preaching tone made him ashamed. The young man clenched his lower lip and muttered unable to answer a word.

The promised abstinence and purity will only hold hands?President Dad, your character design has collapsed, okay?

What to do, although I don't reject Qin Zheng's closeness, but I don't seem to be ready yet...

"Don't bite." Restraining his urge to kiss those lips, Qin Zheng leaned calmly on the bedside, letting the entangled young man make his own choice.

Appropriate pressure is necessary, but if there is only pressure left in the bed, then this is nothing more than a one-sided coercion.

However, Third Master Qin was not showing any signs of happiness or anger. Even if he wanted to let the other party go in his heart, the man still had an unfriendly look on his face. He was afraid that he would be cooked by Qin Zheng tonight. The young man raised his head slightly, and would return Lips with small tooth marks moved towards each other——

"Kiss, just kiss, okay?"

He is obviously independent and free-spirited, but every time in front of Qin Zheng, the young man can always learn to act like a baby without a teacher, and the bound hands are freed. Ji Lanchuan puts on the shoulders of the man, and for the first time takes the initiative when both of them are awake. Kissed.

It was a lingering and passionate kiss, so that when Ji Lanchuan woke up the next day, his lips still felt slightly swollen.

Thinking of the man's helpless "don't follow me" last night, he couldn't help laughing, and then couldn't help rolling on the bed childishly—

If Qin Zheng had also read those old Ba Zong novels, would he be the "torturing little goblin" in the eyes of the other party last night?

Amused by his own brain power, Ji Lanchuan happily hummed a song and got up to wash up. He didn't even care about the slight soreness in his ankles. Can't do such delicate work as dancing.

Not to mention the pink bubbles around Qin's house, but Fu Hongda's home was bleak. He looked at the porcelain altar with the children's bones hidden on the altar, and shivered involuntarily.

"Why are you staring at it again?" After bringing breakfast into the dining room, the glamorous hostess asked with concern, "You look so ugly, did you not sleep well last night?"

Compared with the endless quarrels three months ago, Fu Hongda still prefers the affluent and comfortable life now, but before he can reply to the other party, the ghost boy who has swelled up again moves closer to the woman.

"Dad, why is Mom ignoring me?"

To raise a little ghost, you must treat each other as your own child. Not only should you leave an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks for the ghost boy when you eat, but you should also place toys for the ghost boy in the dark corners of your home.

It was precisely because he had been married for many years and had no children that Fu Hongda dared to invite back such a jar of skeletons of young children who died young.

Comforting the ghost boy under his wife's strange gaze, the man couldn't help but think of what the young celestial master said last night. In the past month, the ghost boy needs more and more blood. Anemia and "died young".

But if you don't give the ghost boy enough blood, the opponent will lose control and go crazy like last night.

Feeling depressed, Fu Hongda took out his mobile phone while his wife was in the bathroom to wash up, and dialed a familiar but unremarked number, but for some reason, the boring reminder sounded again and again. |Da|Teacher has not answered the phone.

"Hongda," came out of the bathroom with a blushing face, and the woman said excitedly, "I'm pregnant!"

The phone fell to the ground with a thud, and Fu Hongda, who was hit by a huge surprise, stepped forward to hug him tightly, but after seeing the gloomy white porcelain altar on the altar table, his excited smile froze on his face.

Slowly turning his eyes to move to the corner of the room, Fu Hongda really saw the ghost boy who was staring at the two of them. He pointed at the woman's belly and showed his fangs innocently and cruelly: "Father..."

"In my mother's belly, there is a sister that I hate very much."

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"boom!"

Violent|forceful|open|locked, Master Ji brought Zhao Zhuo and a group of bodyguards to find fault, only felt that he had the posture of a mafia boss in a film and television drama at the moment, protecting himself with a magic talisman, the young man covered his nose, cautiously Step into the messy rental house in front of you.

——It's not that Fu Hongda is stingy and refuses to give money, it's just that most of these crooked celestial masters are with skeleton corpses. If there is no support behind them, even if they are very rich, they can only hide in the shelter like mice corner of the eye.

"Ahem," came a heavy panting sound, and the skinny old man pushed the door out, "Who is it? What's the trouble..."

The scolding stopped abruptly, looking at the red line hanging from the young man's hand, he narrowed his cloudy eyes: "It's you."

Last night, the old man had a brief encounter with a ghost boy, and the two of them had barely met once. Pulling out the information compiled by Fang Wen, Ji Lanchuan raised his eyebrows lightly: "Li Daqiang?"

Seemingly hating this overly down-to-earth name, the old man furrowed his brows and vigilantly grabbed the talisman on the table: "What do you want to do?"

"Clean the portal."

Every word, Ji Lanchuan said the threat that should have been full of murderous intent lightly: "Since there is no teacher to teach, I can only be disciplined by me as a senior."

The bone age has just turned twenty, and the young man who is as fresh as a spring bud calls himself a senior, but everyone including Li Daqiang can't laugh at this.

"Using sorcery indiscriminately and confining the soul, it turns out that the celestial masters in this world are less disciplined."

Laughing softly, the young man's left eye flickered, and the coercion of the magic talisman exploded instantly. Zhao Zhuo and others felt no discomfort, but the old man who was targeted by Ji Lanchuan felt that there were two big mountains on his shoulders.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, Li Daqiang gritted his teeth and ignited the talisman paper, and smashed the pale porcelain jar hidden under the table with difficulty. A young corpse curled up into a ball.

The ghosts were crying and howling, but Ji Lanchuan's body was shrouded in a layer of light golden brilliance. Seeing that the ghost boy he had refined for a long time was scattered by the other party's fingers, the old man thought he understood: "Sure enough, you also borrowed Qin Zheng's luck! The world is full of crows!" You're generally black, why are you pretending to be noble here!"

Borrowing Qin Zheng's luck?

And pointing to break up the last ghost boy, Ji Lanchuan couldn't help but sneered: "This is called the 'Golden Light Curse', promise me to read more books in the future, please?"

"Puchi-"

Knowing that this should be a dangerous and serious occasion, Zhao Zhuo on the side couldn't help laughing, just like American blockbusters without special effects, no matter how much the actors put in, the audience just wanted to laugh.

Well, well, who made this a world filled with ordinary people.

Suppressing the idea of ​​wanting Zhao Zhuo to go to hell, Ji Lanchuan sighed, and sealed Li Daqiang's sense of aura with magic arts. No matter how standard the steps are, he can only be a "metaphysician" in this life.

Selling corpses is not a felony, but it can also make the other party stay in prison for several years. Please ask the big brothers in black suits behind him to handle the scene. Ji Lanchuan enthusiastically called the police.

Aside from spells and ghost boys, Li Daqiang is just a down-and-out ordinary person, unable to resist the bodyguards personally selected by Qin Sanye. He resigned himself to his fate and sat slumped among the bones, deeply regretting that he provoked this "little boy" who looked particularly easy to bully yesterday. baby".

Not wanting to stay in this room full of strange smells, Ji Lanchuan went outside alone to wait for the police car to arrive. Although the hidden danger that would threaten Qin Zheng had been successfully resolved, he still felt uneasy for no reason.

"Okay, Ji Lan," Zhao Zhuo, who was worried about the young man being alone and thought he hadn't been exposed, acted conscientiously, "Where did you hire so many professional bodyguards?"

Ji Lanchuan, who has already seen through the truth: ...

There is a gap only when there is a contrast. Compared with the shrewd and capable Fang Tezhu next to Qin Zheng, the buttress beside him is particularly stupid.

Looking at the sky leisurely, Master Ji, who has a strong sixth sense, inexplicably feels that the matter of raising a kid is not over yet.

The author has something to say:

[The lock seal has been greatly changed, and all incongruities are harmonious]

Fu Hongda: There's no end to it, master help!

Qin Zheng: I heard that if I touch a jio, I get a red lock.

Ji Lanchuan: Oh, it's over for this chapter.

The headache is still annoying, I don’t know how to fix it, I have nothing to say, I’m tired.

The second watch is over, let's compare our hearts every day.