Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Eh Tsing Yi, have you discovered that these weird things happened after me and the Third Young Master came back from the Holy City?"

Tsing Yi nodded: "It seems to be true. Since the night you came back, it has been a bit uneasy."

Bai Yi suddenly pulled Tsing Yi's sleeve, lowered his voice and said, "Do you think I and the third master will bring back something unclean from the small woods in the Holy City."

"Dirty Dong..." Tsing Yi looked at Bai Yi, half-talking, suddenly stopped, and looked at Bai Yi in horror.

Bai Yi also stopped subconsciously, and saw Tsing Yi staring behind him with a **** expression on his face, and suddenly stiffened: "You, what are you looking at?"

"You, do you think your shoulders are heavy?" Tsing Yi glared at a pair of horrified eyes, stammered a bit, as if she was frightened by something terrifying.

"No, no..." Bai Yi swallowed, "Why, what's wrong?"

"I, I saw, saw a red ghost girl lying on your shoulder..."

"Wow!" Bai Yi yelled in fright, and immediately jumped on Tsing Yi.

"puff……"

Suddenly more than a hundred catties were hanging on his body, and Tsing Yi almost folded his waist, without a spurt of old blood.

Bai Yi closed his eyes and hugged Tsing Yi tightly, with his legs hanging around his waist.

Jun Moyan and the drunkard who were walking in the front heard the sound and turned around and looked at the two behind them strangely.

Everyone else in the hall looked at them with weird eyes.

"What...what are you doing?" The drunkard pointed his finger at the two.

Seeing the drunkard looking at the two of them, Tsing Yi directly raised his hand and patted the back of Bai Yi's head, very disgusted:

"Hey, hurry down."

"There's a ghost." Bai Yi didn't dare to open his eyes, instead he hugged Tsing Yi even harder.

I felt the increasingly weird eyes of the nurses, patients and family members in the corridor turning back and forth on Tsing Yi, Bai Yi, and the alcoholic Jun Mo Yan.

Jun Moyan and the drunkard didn't even think about it, they turned around and left in a tacit understanding.

There are only eight words in my mind: ashamed, hurry away.

Seeing that the drunkard and Jun Moyan were gone, Tsing Yi was a little anxious and pinched directly on the waist of the white clothes, and the swear words came out: "I scared you so much, no ghosts, you quickly let me go, San Shao them all gone."

"Really?" Bai Yi opened his eyes and asked in disbelief.

"It's really no ghost, I deliberately scared you."

Bai Yi was stunned for two seconds before jumping off Tsing Yi.

Somewhat emotionally yelled at him: "You are all bored, I don't know it will scare people to death."

Seeing the people around them pointing at them, Tsing Yi hurriedly pulled Bai Yi away.

"You will lose your face."

After leaving the hospital, several people got into the car.

Tsing Yi glanced at the white clothes on the co-pilot who was holding the seat belt tightly, and laughed:

"Just you, why are you not afraid when you kill?"

"What's the relationship between being afraid of ghosts and killing?" Bai Yi replied in an angry voice.

"Aren't you afraid that people will find you after they die?"

"Shut up and drive your car." The white robe covered his ears and turned sideways slightly, not wanting to ignore him.

Tsing Yi shook his head: "It's no help."

He raised his eyes and looked at the rearview mirror, but saw that the drunkard in the back seat was dozing off with his eyes closed, unaffected by him and the white clothes at all.

I can't help but feel a little lost...

"Why keep holding my clothes?" Jun Mo Yan slightly lowered his head, looking at the little milk cat who was holding his clothes all the time.

Wen Xiaoai's milky voice sounded: "Meow."

People are covering your shame.