Live exposure!I just want merit points!

Chapter 197
This can transmit the sweet love atmosphere to everyone around through the smiling eyes of the two looking at each other.

Zhang Yuanyuan: "Knock me to death, it's so fun to watch my cp business up close!"

Wang Luoxin: "It's really interesting to watch other people talk about love..."

Xue Wuyou: "It's so sweet..."

Shen Huai followed: "It's so sweet..."

Hearing this, the three people around him cast shocked and teasing eyes at him at the same time: "Hey, are you not hurt?"

Shen Huai pouted arrogantly: "He also has a beautiful girlfriend now, maybe he will be hurt? I will only cry for the beautiful love between adults and Xiaoshu!"

Xue Wuyou "hehe" sneered: "Then who was the one who yelled in the underworld all day that he was going to be mad by his lover?"

Shen Huai shook his head: "If I don't make it, how can I make it? Even if it's really me, then I've been possessed by a ghost. If you want to investigate, go to the ghost that was on me. It's useless to look for me."

Xue Wuyou: "...my mother tongue is Wuyu...a piece of silence for you..."

After explaining the things that need to be paid attention to while waiting for Bai Qing to take the bait, Xue Wuyou and the others left the Hall of Rebirth knowingly.

As soon as the idlers left, the tenderness of never giving up just disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by obvious unhappiness.

"What's wrong, boss?" Nan Wangshu stared at his aggrieved eyebrows and asked.

Wen Buqi is like a child who has been neglected, and his voice is obviously pitiful: "When you came back from the world just now, you held Xue Wuyou's hand all the time, and you never held me."

"Ah?" Nan Wangshu recalled that there was indeed such a thing: "I just did it smoothly, I didn't think so much. But I was still wrong, okay, next time, next time, I will definitely remember to hold you in the first place hand!"

Wen Buqi turned his head to the side without cooperating: "Not good."

Nan Wangshu followed his face closely, followed his words and asked, "Then what can we do?"

This question hit Wen Buqi's heart, he held back the corners of his mouth and stretched out his hands to Nan Wangshu: "I want Xiaoshu to give me a hug."

Nan Wangshu didn't think too much, and in the next second he threw himself into his arms as he wished: "Are you ready?"

Wen Buqi didn't answer, just buried his head in her neck and greedily smelled the sweet smell of her body. After a while, his lips and teeth suddenly pressed against the white and tender skin of her neck and kissed lightly.

Nan Wangshu trembled, and the unbearable numbness ran through her body like an electric current. She raised her hand to cover Wen Buqi's aggressive face, and asked vigilantly, "What do you want?"

Wen Buqi laughed ambiguously, with a proud expression that you were right when you were wrong: "Xiao Shu, I feel uncomfortable. And now you are at fault, so I have the final say on what to do."

"Okay, you," Nan Wangshu, no matter how stupid he was, could still reflect the bad purpose of Wen Buqi deliberately pretending to be wronged: "I said, how can you become a small vinegar bag in seconds because of the domineering president? It turns out that you dug a hole and waited here. And me."

"That's right, but although it's an act of pity, jealousy is real." Wen Buqi generously admitted: "The task has been completed, and there are still a few days before the next exposure. Xiaoshu can slowly admit his mistakes."

Nan Wangshu was shocked: "What do I have..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Buqi suddenly lowered his head and covered Nan Wangshu's lips with his lips, and swallowed her follow-up words into a series of indistinct "woo woo" sounds.

The underworld is still dark day after day, but the sky is full of sunset in the sun at this time. The whole land is like a fairyland illuminated by the blazing golden light, and large clouds of strange shapes spread wantonly on the sky, like scattered clouds with a smile. Xian looked lazily at the crowd below who stopped to take pictures of it.

Nan Xu sat in the living room of the villa that was dyed red by the rays of the sun, holding the can of Dahongpao, the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain, and smelling it like a baby, shaking his head and sighing: "Xiaowen, the child, the more I think about it, the more I like it, I will call it Xiaowen another day." Shu brought this child home for dinner, which means we officially agreed to the two of them."

Ye Lanxin glanced at her worthless husband knowingly, "Do you like Xiaowen or the tea he gave you? I won't tell, you know."

Nan Xu retorted unwillingly: "Then I won't say whether you like Xiaowen or the brooch he gave you, you know for yourself."

Ye Lanxin: "I..."

With a guilty conscience, she dodged her eyes and exchanged a glance with Nan Xu, and the two of them tacitly avoided this topic and stopped talking.

Nan Xu cleared his throat, looked up at the wall clock and asked, "Well, my wife, what are your plans for Xiaoshu's future work?"

In fact, Ye Lanxin had thought about this question a long time ago. The couple only had Nan Wangshu as a daughter, and she could only inherit the family business in the future, but Nan Wangshu was only in his early twenties after all. When playing, Ye Lan selfishly didn't want her to be tied down by work so early, so she just said: "Xiaoshu is still young, and you and I can still work for more than ten years, let's wait for her to have fun for a while." .”

Nan Xu listened, and nodded after pondering for a moment: "That's fine, let her enjoy the happiness that young people should have first. After she calms down, it's not too late to throw her into the company to practice and study."

The clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were like fire, Ye Lan took out her mobile phone to take a picture and said, "Xiaoshu is a child who knows what to do, she knows what she should do when she knows what to do, you just put your heart back in your stomach."

Nan Xu smiled and leaned in front of Ye Lanxin's camera, bared his big teeth and compared, and replied loudly: "No problem!"

In a high-end hotel in North China, a man in a white tunic suit, silver-rimmed glasses, and hideous scars all over his face sat on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows and stared at a young woman in the photo on his mobile phone, smiling meaningfully.

Behind him, a younger brother in a baseball cap stood with his head bowed.

"It's her." After a long while, the man in the tunic suit slowly opened his mouth, but there was no surprise in his tone that the boy in the baseball cap expected.

"Boss," the younger brother looked at the back of the man with unclear emotions, and asked tentatively: "Then, what kind of tricks do you have that can make a ghost who has lost his soul be reincarnated?"

"Heh," the man chuckled, with a slow and indifferent tone: "Although Wen Buqi is the ghost emperor of the underworld and has an exposure system by his side, he is far from what you call the all-powerful ability to reincarnate ghosts that have been wiped out. It's just luck that Nan Wangshu is able to get to where he is today."

The younger brother was taken aback: "Good luck?"

The man put away his mobile phone, looked at the tall buildings outside the window, his eyes were distant and empty, and he explained after a long time: "More than 20 years ago, I forced Nan Wangshu to accept the memories of her previous life, so that her ghost body was destroyed by the power of the world."

(End of this chapter)