I am the True Ancestor

Hearing Ouyang Jiajia's such a straightforward hint, Wang Zhenzhen snorted, only felt a little hot on her face, and hurriedly glanced at Chu Heng, seeing that he didn't seem to be disgusted, so she relieved her heart.

Of course, Chu Heng understood what Ouyang Jiajia meant, and said with a light smile on his face: "Zhenzhen is a good girl, kind and simple, it is right to take care of her." "

Hearing this, Wang Zhenzhen's eyes flashed with excitement, and even Ouyang Jiajia nodded with satisfaction.

Ma Xiaoling sat on the side and concentrated on eating, but she also listened to the words of Ouyang Jiajia and others in her ears, and when she saw the excited look in Wang Zhenzhen's eyes, her heart became more and more unpleasant.

In her opinion, at least Wang Zhenzhen has a chance to fight for herself, she likes Chu Heng, so she can bravely say it directly.

But she, Ma Xiaoling, is the forty-first generation descendant of the Ma family, and the mission and ancestral training of the Ma family are like a mountain pressing on her, and she can't shed tears for men...

"Hey, Witch Ling. "

Chu Heng looked at Ma Xiaoling, who was only concerned about eating and didn't even know how to clip the dishes, so he simply piled up a mountain of meat in his bowl and sandwiched half of it to her, "It's good that Zhenzhen and Jiajia have made so many dishes, you don't eat vegetables just by eating, it's too faceless, right?"

Well, Chu Heng admitted that it was actually because he had too many piles in the bowl, so he gave it to Ma Xiaoling...

"Yes, Xiaoling, it's rare for Auntie to cook, eat more. "

Looking at the dishes in the bowl, Ma Xiaoling was stunned, and only after a while did she show an unusually gentle smile, nodded and said, "Got it." "

After this meal, Chu Heng gained a lot.

The goodwill prompt sound in the brain sounded every one or two minutes, not only Wang Zhenzhen, Ouyang Jiajia, but even Ma Xiaoling didn't know why, she smiled at him from time to time, and learned from Wang Zhenzhen and them, and helped him pick up vegetables while eating...

But he didn't do anything, what the hell are these three women happy about?

......

Kim Jung-jung, who had just finished doing a ritual service, yawned a little tiredly, pressed his sore neck, and said with a wrinkled face: "Mom, come over and help me pinch it, it hurts so much here!"

Hearing this, Sister Jin hurriedly put down the broom in her hand and walked over, and asked strangely: "That scene is so simple, why did you work so hard to be like this?"

"That's it, aren't you old?" Jin Zhengzhong turned his back to Sister Jin, asked her to help him pinch his neck, frowned and shouted comfortably: "Eh, yes, yes, yes, this is it, heavier." "

Sister Jin slapped him and said angrily: "Who told you to pretend to work so hard just now, I thought you were really here, scared me to death!".

Kim Zhengzhong was stunned, and then showed a smug smile, "Hehe, my acting skills are good." "

"No," Sister Jin said strangely: "When you pretended to be Xiaoqian just now, not only did you act like her, but even the tone of your speech was like Xiaoqian." "

"Also, you just finished pretending to be her and left, and you forgot about it when you turned around!".

Hearing this, Kim Zhengzhong twisted his eyebrows, and also felt a little inexplicable, "Is it, there is such a thing?"

"How so..."

Sister Jin thought about it and suddenly felt a little creepy, touched the goosebumps on her arm, looked around and said with some fear: "Is there really a ghost?"

"Well—what are you thinking about so much, clean it up. Jin Zhengzhong yawned, looked at Sister Jin and said, "I won't tell you, I'm tired, I'll go take a shower and sleep." "

After speaking, Kim Zhengzhong pressed his sore neck and walked to his room.

Night.

Kim Jung-joong, who was tired all night, had a little headache and lay down on the bed to sleep lightly, waiting for his consciousness to slowly fall asleep.

The window of the room was not closed, the white moonlight shone on the desk, and the gust of wind suddenly blew, and as a white mist penetrated into the room through the curtain cracks, Zhang Meiqian's soul also appeared in the white mist.

Looking at Jin Zhengzhong, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, Zhang Meiqian walked over and gently pulled his quilt.

Seeing that he was about to fall asleep, Kim Jung-jung turned around impatiently and muttered in a daze, "Don't make a fuss..."

Zhang Meiqian glared at Jin Zhengzhong, raised her hand to tear off all his quilts, and shouted: "Jin Zhengzhong!"

I saw Jin Zhengzhong a spirit, sat up from the bed suddenly, and saw Zhang Meiqian, who was already dead, with a pale expression, her scattered hair fluttering lightly, and she was standing at the head of her bed!

"Ahh

Jin Zhengzhong was so frightened that he screamed, and he hugged the pillow with a frightened look and retreated again and again, not daring to look at Xiao Qian.

"Shhh "

Kim Jong-jung buried his face in the pillow, shook his head violently, and said incoherently: "I have nothing to say to you, I have nothing to tell you, no, no..."

After saying that, he buried himself in the quilt and refused to come out.

"Hey, hey!".

Zhang Meiqian stomped her feet, seeing that Jin Zhengzhong refused to see her, she had to grit her teeth and turn around, and suddenly disappeared in place.

Jin Zhengzhong didn't hear the movement, secretly lifted the quilt to take a look, and saw that Zhang Meiqian was gone, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself in some shock: "It can't be a dream, right?"

"Jingle bell bell ..."

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang rapidly, and Kim Zhengzhong was startled, turned his head to look at the telephone landline, and swallowed nervously.