[BL, MTL] The Delicate Beauty Gets Hounded by the Paranoid (Quick Wear)

Chapter 19: Strange Neighbor (19)

first snow.

On the white ground, light and slow snowdrops drifted down. The pedestrians walking on the street wore thicker clothes than the other, their cheeks were pale from the cold, and they were all shivering.

"Hey, don't go, you haven't finished yet," a few kids sat around a fortune-teller's booth, listening to the other's story with excitement, seeing that the other was about to leave. At the same time, they rushed forward and stopped him from leaving.

"Don't grab, don't grab, I won't leave, I won't leave," the fortune teller became impatient when seeing several people rushing forward, "The story is over, what do you want to listen to?" The

older child Hastily asked, "Why do ghosts never kill directly, but always beat around the bush?"

"Yes, yes, if there are ghosts in this world, why have we never seen them?" Another kid also echoed. .

The fortune teller first knocked on the head of the first child who asked the question, and then said slowly, "If you don't have a chance, you won't get together, and if you have no debts, you won't come. Even ghosts and people must act in accordance with the law of hell. How many good deeds have you done? No matter how many bad things you have done, they are all marked in the gears of fate."

"People with bad intentions will be bewitched into demons, people with high merit will be blessed by laws, and people with pure and kindness will be able to influence ghosts," said here , the

fortune teller paused, his expression seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, and his expression suddenly became smug, "I am the person with high merit and virtue, and all the evil spirits killed me." The children stared at each other and made a sound of "Wow, wow, wow".

"The ones that ghosts can kill are those wicked people who deserve to die. If you have accumulated many virtues and have a clear conscience, ghosts can't hurt you at all..."

"Guawazi, can you eat or not!!

" After the fortune-telling was over, accompanied by a roar of He Shidong behind him, several children broke up happily.

The fortune teller looked at the figures of these little kids running away, sighed deeply, sat back on his small bench, shrugged his nose, and took another breath of steam.

In this weather, business is even more difficult.

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"Hiss," Song Yanchen Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the snowflakes constantly falling in the sky.

"It's so cold."

Song Yanchen couldn't help but muttered in a low voice, his fingers turned blue from the cold.

At this moment, Song Yanchen tilted his head, and his eyes accidentally drifted to the fortune teller who was sitting on the small bench and setting up a stall.

Just one glance made his pupils tremble slightly, rubbed his eyes, confirmed that he was right, and walked up with some surprise, "It's you, fortune teller."

Hearing the voice, the fortune teller raised his head subconsciously, and met Song Yanchen The glowing star eyes, the pupils trembled, and the whole person fell off the stool in fright.

"Yes, it's you..."

Obviously, the fortune teller also recognized the other party.

As soon as Song Yanchen was about to go forward to help, the fortune teller immediately stopped him, "Don't move! Don't come near me!"

Song Yanchen stopped his movements immediately, stood there helplessly, and looked at him eagerly.

The fortune teller swallowed first, then hurriedly grabbed the bench and sat down again, his throat tightened.

He looked Song Yanchen's whole body up and down, especially staring at the complexion on his face to confirm repeatedly, his brows twitched, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and his pale face slowly began to warm up, "You... "The

fortune-telling words seemed to be stuck in my throat, and I didn't say them for a long time.

"What?" Song Yanchen didn't know why, so he took the initiative to ask.

The fortune teller's expression was extremely solemn, and the fingers of his right hand flicked like typing Morse code.

Suddenly, his pupils trembled, and he stared fixedly at Song Yanchen, who looked harmless to humans and animals in front of him, not daring to say anything, "What noble person did you meet?"

Song Yanchen blinked, somewhat unable to understand what the other person said.

"Why did you come here?" Before the fortune teller could continue to ask, he put his hands on Song Yanchen's shoulders defenselessly, which shocked Song Yanchen, and almost leaned forward, even with the fortune teller. Everyone was so frightened that their upper body hid back.

Fortunately, the man behind Song Yanchen was quick-witted, grabbed his waist, and pulled him into his arms.

Song Yanchen recognized the other party's voice almost instantly.

------It's a pervert.

Song Yanchen's heart fell back into his chest all of a sudden, and even his frightened white skin slowly warmed up, a tinge of red appeared at the end of his eyes, Song Yanchen's eyes lit up, but he still hammered the other person's shoulder with some feigned reserve, "You just now It scared me to death." The

man looked down at the baby in his arms, his nostrils cast faint shadows on both sides, and his hands slowly squeezed into the boy's waist like a wet and cold viper.

He handed the roasted sweet potatoes he had just bought to the other party, "Didn't you say you should stop wandering around? Why did you come here?"

Song Yanchen immediately retracted into the other party's arms obediently, eyes full of love and dependence, hugging the roasted sweet potatoes. Sweet Potato, warmed his cold hands, but he still pouted his mouth, and couldn't help muttering, "Anyway, you will definitely find me, and I won't lose it." With a

slight smile on the corner of his mouth, the man rubbed his head , with unthinking and undisguised pampering and love in his eyes, "Naughty."

As soon as the man came, Song Yanchen lost interest in what the fortune teller wanted to say, and hugged the man's waist instead, aggrieved, "I'm so cold Ah." The

man reluctantly took off his coat and hugged Song Yanchen, and covered him with the clothes.

The clothes instantly covered Song Yanchen's whole body, only his head was slightly exposed, like a bride waiting to be married in some mysterious country, she wrapped her head with a long cloth, only her fair face was exposed.

The man's height of 1.9 meters fits the coat perfectly, but Song Yanchen, who is 175 meters tall, looks like a kid who steals clothes. It's so funny.

"Let's go," the man naturally embraced his shoulders, rubbed his head lightly, and walked back with him in his arms.

Song Yanchen huddled in the opponent's arms obediently, feeling the heat behind him, a satisfied smile appeared in his eyes.

After walking a long way, Song Yanchen suddenly realized that he was just chatting with the fortune-telling just now, and his footsteps stopped suddenly, and he quickly pointed behind him, "I just..." Before

Song Yanchen could finish speaking, The man lowered his head and kissed his ear, "Didn't you go home just now? Why didn't you leave? Huh?"

As soon as the man's kiss fell, Song Yanchen shrank his shoulders and his whole face swelled He turned red, his eyelashes flicked and fluttered with shame, and he kept looking around, afraid that people passing by would see the embarrassing scene just now, and immediately make him forget what he was going to say.

His face was flushed, and he shrunk his little head deeper, only one eye was exposed, his whole face was flushed, and he said nothing.

The man chuckled, hugged him and continued to move forward.

Just a short walk away, he silently turned his dark eyes to the back, looking at the nameless stall just now.

But soon, he looked away again, and continued to walk forward with Song Yanchen in his arms.

The fortune teller watched the backs of the two walking away, and the teeth began to knot uncontrollably.

I wipe I wipe.

No wonder...

The fortune teller wiped the cold sweat from his forehead just now, and his heart was beating faster.

It's no wonder why the ominous omen that comes with the fortune of the year is suddenly reversed into a good omen...

It turned out that the evil spirit sacrificed his own life......

Thinking of the undisguised intimacy of the two of them just now, the fortune teller couldn't help shaking his head and sighing

, but then again, it's not a good thing.

The purest and kindest people can influence ghosts

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As soon as he entered the door, Song Yanchen was turned over by the man, facing him , hugged him up.

Song Yanchen wasn't shy at all, he first exclaimed, and then took the initiative to stop the man's shoulder.

Seeing that the other party was dishonest, he was so anxious that he was about to cry. His ears were flushed, and his body was trembling instinctively. He was almost gasping for breath while refusing, "Don't move."

"Huh?" The man leaned down, Kissing Song Yanchen's forehead, "....what are you hiding?"

Song Yanchen put his hand full of sweet potato dust on the other's face, and said angrily, "I haven't washed my hands yet." The

man smiled, He kissed the other person's palm without feeling disgusted at all, and hugged him tightly, "Then I'll carry you to wash your hands."

Song Yanchen snorted proudly, like a little prince in a castle, with his fingers not touching the spring water, He needed someone to hug him even when he was walking, so he leaned limply on the man's shoulder and let out another breath.

After washing his hands, Song Yanchen started to quarrel dishonestly again, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, you go and cook." The

little prince turned into the little emperor of the landlord's family.

The man pinched his face, how could he agree so quickly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Kiss me, and I'll go."

Song Yanchen immediately hugged the back of the man's head, just smacked, but the whole process can be said It is very scribbled.

The man was not satisfied with this kiss that didn't even count as an appetizer. He immediately lowered his head, held the other party with one hand, and held the back of his baby's head with the other hand, and directly placed a hot and moist kiss on his mouth.

Song Yanchen's lips were bright red, and he bit it as if he was eating jelly. If he swept it casually, the other party was trembling like a kitten whose tail was touched.

The man kissed so fascinatedly that he even began to bite the soft flesh on his face.

Song Yanchen's slender eyelashes blinked frantically, his expression was somewhat bewildered, and his face also flushed lingeringly, looking delicious, like a peach.

This kiss can be said to be very long, so long that Song Yanchen almost held his breath.

The man let go of the other party reluctantly, put him back on the sofa lightly, and gently rubbed his hair.

"Tell me, what do you want to eat?"

Song Yanchen's eyes lit up immediately, and he said without hesitation, "Of course we have to eat hot pot in winter." The

man kissed his eyes again, helplessly and pampering, "Okay, I I'll do it for you."

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certain ghost: From then on, the princess and the prince lived a happy life.

Xiao Song: Happiness? □□?

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