Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 92 The Little Ancestor Acts as a Demon Online (1)

Ruan Shiyan waited for Yin Mengjiao first.

Yin Mengjiao had obviously dressed up meticulously, and her every gesture exuded the air of a delicate little princess.

However, with the experience of the previous two encounters, Ruan Shiyan had to put a bracket behind this label—on the premise of not speaking.

It seems that this Yin Mengjiao really values ​​Song Zehan.

Ruan Shiyan's heart flashed with guilt, after all, it is very immoral to take advantage of people's likes.

It's just that this time the situation is special, and she can only be unethical once.

If this Yin Mengjiao is really a good person, then he will think that he owes Yin Mengjiao a favor, and he will find a way to repay it in the future.

Thinking of this, Ruan Shiyan appeared in front of Yin Mengjiao with a smile on her face.

"Hi, Miss Yin, we meet again."

The decent smile on Yin Mengjiao's face froze instantly, and after a few seconds, her eyes widened and she screamed.

"Ah—ghost!"

This familiar opening line.

Ruan Shiyan frowned, raised her index finger, and made a hissing gesture against her lips.

"Shh—Miss, can we change the opening sentence?"

"In exchange for...? In exchange for...for what?" Yin Mengjiao took a step back, with a vigilant expression on her face: "No, you... What are you going to do? Why are you haunting brother Zehan here with a lingering ghost?"

Ruan Shiyan smiled mysteriously, and bent towards Yin Mengjiao.

"Miss Yin, have you heard of the earth-bound spirit?"

"What... what?"

"It's just that after death, because people are too obsessed with something, they can't go to the underworld, they can only be trapped in a certain place, and they can't go to reincarnation until the obsession is eliminated."

Although the legend of the earth-bound spirit is not exactly like this, it is enough to fool such a young lady.

"..." Yin Mengjiao's face became paler and paler.

"So, I..."

Before Ruan Shiyan could finish her words, she was interrupted by a piercing scream.

"Ah!" Yin Mengjiao covered her ears, with an appearance of "I won't listen, I won't listen", she turned around and ran away: "Mom! Mom save me! Woooooo..."

Ruan Shiyan: "..."

This... just ran away?
She hasn't said the main point yet, hey!
Xiao Xing, who was hiding and eavesdropping, came out with a smirk, "Master Yan, what should we do? He ran away in fright, do you want me to catch you back?"

Ruan Shiyan pursed her lips and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, this young lady's psychological endurance is far from what I imagined, so don't really scare me into anything."

"Then your big play has lost an actor before it even started, can it work?"

Ruan Shiyan glanced at the time on the phone, thought for a while, and it was the only way to go.

"You can help me order a bouquet of flowers. I want sunflowers for men. The sooner the better."

"understand!"

Just as Xiao Xing was about to prepare, Ren Yi's lazily voice came from the direction of the living room.

"Yanyan, don't bother, I happen to have a cufflink that hasn't been opened yet, you can use it first."

Ruan Shiyan was shocked.

She obviously didn't say anything, but this man already understood her intention?

But before she had time to think about it, Ren Yi had already thrown a small square jewelry box towards her.

Ruan Shiyan caught it steadily, thinking that there was still a risk of colliding with Song Zehan when ordering flowers, so she accepted it.

"Thank you, I will transfer the money to you later."

Ren Yi waved his hand indifferently.

"Hey, why are you being polite with me, isn't this what a qualified spare tire should do?"

"..."

It was the first time she had seen someone speak so confidently and proudly of being a spare tire.

"Master Yan, stop chatting. I just saw a car coming in through the gate. It seems to belong to Mr. Song."

"???"So fast?

The little ancestor at home is going to be a monster again within a long time, and Song Zehan in the car is about to explode, can you not hurry up?
(End of this chapter)