The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

"Cough." Wei Yan began, "Not next time."

As soon as the voice fell, there were footsteps outside. Zheng Quzhi felt tight, and quickly covered Wei Yan's mouth to prevent him from making another noise. Through some gaps, he could see the woman's white skirt.

Gradually, the skirt approached here.

Zheng Quzhi breathed tightly, did not dare to move, but lay on Wei Yan. The woman stopped, Zheng Qu's hands suddenly trembled, for fear that she would see the woman's eyes in the gap later.

But fortunately, the scene in the horror film did not appear. The woman's skirt quickly disappeared, and the footsteps gradually went out. Zheng Quzhi was relieved and withdrew his hand.

"Wei...well!" Zheng Quzhi moved up, his lips were blocked as soon as he uttered a syllable, his eyes widened, and with some lights projected from outside, he stared at Wei Yan in shock.

Wei Yan... kiss him? ? ? !

What the **** is this! How **** is it? ?

Wei Yan glanced outwards, Zheng Qu knew the blessing of his soul, stiffly in this posture, and glanced outwards. I saw that the white skirt appeared again outside at some unknown time.

Zheng Quzhi's eyelids twitched, making him even more afraid to move.

The woman wandered in the store for a while, and then left after a long time. After waiting for a long time this time, Zheng Quzhi turned his head slightly after seeing that there was really no movement outside. This space was a bit crowded, he couldn't lift his head, he could only wipe Wei Yan's face, and finally his lips stopped in Wei Yan's ear.

"Shall we go out?" After saying a complete sentence, Zheng Quzhi realized that his voice was a little dumb.

"Yeah." Wei Yan also moved, lowering his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zheng Quzhi got out first. As soon as he went out, he saw himself in the mirror next to him. His hair was messy like a bird's nest, but his face was red and his little lips were red.

"You just pressed my hand." Wei Yan said suddenly when he came out.

Zheng Quzhi only felt that the air was a bit hot and dry. He knew Wei Yan meant that Wei Yan's hand was pressed, so he couldn't cover his mouth, so he could only use his own mouth to block him and not let him talk...

"It's okay." For a while, he scratched his head in embarrassment.

After speaking, the two of them were silent again, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Suddenly, seeing a corner of the newspaper in Wei Yan's pocket, Zheng Qu Zhishun picked it up and forced a conversation: "What's so special about this newspaper, do you love it so much?"

Talking, unfold the newspaper.

Wei Yan's eyes moved slightly, and his fingers trembled, but did not move.

Zheng Quzhi glanced casually, and said: "In 2014, I will still be the husband of the nation..."

After that, he handed the newspaper to Wei Yan, wondering if Wei Yan wanted to read the newspaper, so he put the newspaper away.

Wei Yan stretched out his hand to take it, and saw that Zheng Quzhi hadn't noticed, and slowly turned to the page behind. I saw a man in a white shirt smiled at the camera in the middle position.

That was the newspaper a few years ago. In the most eye-catching place, there will always be news covering the hottest stars at that time.

Looking at it gently for a moment, he carefully avoided the picture, folded it, and put it back in his pocket.

***

The woman was probably far away. Wei Yan suddenly reached out and touched Zheng Quzhi's chin, and sighed, "Bleeding."

Zheng Quzhi was stunned, and he reached out and touched it. I didn't know when the band-aid had fallen off before. The small wound was actually cracked open again, and it was a wet patch.

"Why is it still bleeding?" Zheng Quzhi frowned, remembering Wei Yan's hand injury, and asked with concern, "How is your hand?"

"It's okay." Wei Yan subconsciously put his hand on his wrist, his eyes moved slightly.

Zheng Quzhi casually wiped the blood with the back of his hand and looked out, "What are we going to do now?"

"Go back." Wei Yan pursed his lips, stretched out his hand to hold Zheng Quzhi's arm to stop his wiping off his blood, and took a step closer to Zheng Quzhi, his eyes gradually darkened, and he lowered his head without saying anything, and covered his lips on the wound.

"Hey!" Zheng Quzhi was startled, with goose bumps on his arm, and quickly pushed Wei Yan away.

Wei Yan took a few steps back, with some blood on his lips, looking extraordinarily coquettish. Zheng Qu took a deep breath, frowning his brows tightly, and said in a rushing tone: "What are you doing?!"

In the past few days, the way he and Wei Yan get along is a bit weird, to be precise, a bit ambiguous.

Wei Yan also frowned. Zheng Quzhi's resistance was so obvious. He wanted to tell Zheng Quzhi that his saliva can stop the bleeding. He probably wouldn't believe it. After a long silence, he said, "Ah, it was Wei Chen just now, sorry."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Quzhi was startled, and subconsciously touched his neck. The scar that was bitten by that Wei Chen last time is already insignificant, but if you look closely, you can still see a small scar.

"Then you now?" Zheng Quzhi was a little worried.

"It's okay." Wei Yan coughed slightly, and turned to the beginning somewhat uncomfortably. After a while, he turned away without a trace: "Now go back to 304, wait for that man to die."

"Oh oh." Zheng Quzhi nodded, his eyes still glanced at Wei Yan from time to time. He has forgotten these days, Wei Yan is a person with dual personality...

Perceiving Zheng Quzhi's gaze, Wei Yan's old face was a little unstretched, and gradually became flushed. Concealed, he quickly turned and walked out.

Zheng Quzhi said hey, and quickly followed his short legs.

In fact, they didn't run far, they were quite close to the community where they lived. They reached 304 within a few minutes, and the door was still empty. Wei Yan walked ahead and opened the door first.

As soon as he entered the house, a strong smell of blood came over.

The woman was probably still looking for them outside, and the house was quiet, except for him and Wei Yan, only the father and son lying on the ground. Strangely, the man hadn't died yet. Seeing them come in, his eyes rolled, and a few strings of blood blisters spewed out of his mouth, muttering something.

A strange feeling suddenly appeared in Zheng Quzhi's heart, as if being dragged by something, he passed Wei Yan and squatted down in front of the man. The man’s voice was intermittent, almost incompetent.

But it was strange that Zheng Quzhi understood.

"The passbook...the passbook is...under the table..."

Hearing this, Zheng Qu knew that his eyes were cold, and he was about to die. Is it still a passbook? Disappointed, just about to get up, the ankle was suddenly held by the man.

The man used his last strength to hold it, and the strength was amazing.

"The secret... the password is her birthday..." The man still said vaguely: "West End Street... 23... Give her... Give her..."

After speaking, he suddenly made no sound.

Zheng Quzhi was startled and asked, "Who is it for?"