There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

Chapter 26 Silly White Sweet

After getting the information she wanted, Wen Yuran comforted the girl who was quite disturbed when she mentioned this matter, and suddenly felt a chill down her back, which was a bit familiar.

Wen Yuran turned his head almost reflexively and looked around for a suspicious figure, but he couldn't find it.

With the mentality of just in case, Wen Yuran hurriedly sent the girl away, and at the same time gave up fishing in troubled waters and turned to study and work seriously.

"Okay, let's go here first, let's have lunch first, we're all hungry." At noon, the leader of this work finally spoke to rest.

Just as Wen Yuran was about to find someone to join him for dinner, he suddenly heard a faint sentence from behind: "You forgot your things. I've already made lunch. Would you like to find a place with a good view to eat together?"

Turning around numbly, Wen Yuran saw Qianlang standing in front of him smiling, holding the Vientiane ring that should have been kept at home by him in one hand, and the lunch box in the other.He no longer wanted to ask how the jade pendant, which was obviously left at home, was in Qianlang's hands, after all, even his clothes were turned out, so it was not surprising.

It's just that Wen Yuran didn't forget that his colleagues haven't dispersed yet, which means that everyone present can basically guess that his love bento has always been made by Qian Lang.

This is so sad, Wen Yuran just wants to find a place to cry for a while.

During lunch, Qian Lang seriously emphasized to him how important this unreliable jade pendant is, especially when going out, you must carry it with you as much as possible, even if you don't use it, at least it can ward off evil spirits.At the same time, he repeatedly told him not to act rashly next time when he was threatened like this in the morning. No matter what Qian Tong'an said, he came from the Qian family, so there were naturally many treacherous methods.Wen Yuran succeeded this time, but because the other party didn't expect Wen Yuran to be so courageous, he didn't expect it.

The lecture was too professional, and Wen Yuran didn't understand anything at all. In addition, he didn't sleep all night, and he was sleepy before he finished his meal.

"Then why is he running, shouldn't he just chase me and kill me?" Wen Yuran raised his spirits and asked innocently.

"Because I'll kill him first before that."

Very simple and crude reasons.He raised his spirits a little bit, and there was a tendency to fall down again.

Speaking of which, I forgot to ask my colleagues if they saw Qian Tong'an.Wen Yuran thought with blank eyes.

As soon as a person gets distracted, it's not certain where his thoughts will go. Wen Yuran remembered the "original owner" relationship that Qianlang explained in the morning, and somehow connected it with the ex-boyfriend relationship that Qian Tong'an casually talked about, and suddenly realized: " So it's not pure nonsense for Qian Tongan to say that he is your ex-boyfriend?"

As the voice fell, the chopsticks in Qianlang's hand were broken with a "snap", and even his smile was a little distorted: "It seems that you have misunderstood something. Apart from the objective connection between me and that indecisive and incompetent person, There is no intersection."

The boredom between the words is almost overflowing.

After coughing a few times, Wen Yuran tactfully shifted to other topics: "Where do you put your luggage? Are you staying in the same dormitory as us these few days or somewhere else?"

"I came out in such a hurry that I didn't have time to bring my luggage. Of course I live in the same room as you."

This was the first time that Qian Lang said that he wanted to live together, and Wen Yuran felt relieved from the bottom of his heart, at least he didn't have to worry about staying in a corner all night tonight.

"You look tired, what's the matter? Would you like to take a break?"

"This dilapidated school is haunted, and I basically didn't sleep last night." I have to admit that Qian Lang's proposal is quite tempting, but they are currently in a place similar to a flower garden, and there seems to be no place for him to sleep around.

Obviously, he had thought about this question for a long time, Qianlang smiled and pointed to his leg: "Lie on my leg, just take a nap, it's okay."

After wandering for a moment between giving up sleep and being treated as a gay, Wen Yuran finally decided to give up moral integrity.

Taking off his coat and putting it on Wen Yuran, Qian Lang said softly: "The site where the school was built is easier to nourish ghosts, and there will be no serious problems at first, but as time goes on, things will always become more serious..."

The quiet voice became a good lullaby, and Wen Yuran let his consciousness gradually become drowsy while listening to Qian Lang's explanation.

Qianlang listened carefully to Wen Yuran's gentle breathing, feeling the heavy warmth on her thigh, her fingers lingered uncontrollably on Wen Yuran's facial features, the touch from her fingertips was so real, it was fascinating.

His gaze scanned Wen Yuran's peacefully sleeping face, arms, body, legs, and a certain part between the legs inch by inch. Qian Lang felt that his heart became hotter as his eyes wandered.

'...You must be completely loyal to your master, the master will be your world, and all your happiness comes from your master...'

When I was a child, words like this were repeatedly emphasized in a way that was close to brainwashing. Qian Lang recalled, what did I think at that time?

It should be with extreme disgust and antipathy, but he had to nod hypocritically, and hated in his heart that he was forced to bear this fate just because of his talent and not being a direct descendant.

"You have turned me into the most contemptuous appearance before, you are responsible."

When Wen Yuran opened his eyes and saw that the sky was approaching sunset, his heart could be said to have collapsed.

I don't know how big a gap is between his "take a nap" and Qian Lang's "take a nap", but I only know that if he didn't wake up by himself, he might have to sleep in this place tonight.

"Don't worry, I've asked for leave for you. Now that you're awake, why don't you go back to the dormitory and get ready for dinner?"

Even a celebrity can't just ask for leave so easily, can he?

"Didn't I tell you? Modeling is just a side job. My main job is to drive away the so-called big shots. Whether it's money or some convenience, it's easy to get."

"...to be able to use a celebrity as a side job is also very powerful to some extent." But this makes sense, such as why he has been wondering why Qianlang has been doing nothing all day long and has not been treated by the company, and why Qianlang's Weibo exudes a strong atmosphere of death and perversion, but it hasn't been on the news yet.

Standing up from the ground first, Qianlang smiled and stretched out his hand to Wen Yuran. He couldn't see the discomfort of having his legs pressed all afternoon: "Because I have always imagined that if I become famous as a star, maybe I will be remembered by you and be remembered." I took the initiative to find it."

With Qianlang pulling herself up, Wen Yuran felt a little bit of guilt inexplicably because of what he said.It's like a domestic pet that has been lost for many years and then came back, and suddenly said faintly: I tried so hard to find my way home, but you even forgot about me, I don't want to live.

Maybe this metaphor is not so appropriate, but Wen Yuran believes that Qianlang won't mind √ Seeing Qianlang walking steadily and calmly, Wen Yuran wondered if his pillows were actually stones all afternoon: "What your family practiced is Spartan education, this force is worth..."

"After all, if you don't have enough physical strength, you won't be able to serve your master properly."

For some reason, Wen Yuran just couldn't understand this sentence in a pure and upright direction when it came out of Qianlang's mouth.

The group of them lived in the dormitory for faculty and staff, and there was a kitchen attached to the room. Although it was a little small, it was enough for cooking a meal.In the morning, Qian Lang also went out to buy ingredients, and by the way, quite self-consciously brought the keys from the dormitory auntie.

Back from a leisurely walk all the way, it is now completely dark outside.Wen Yuran sat on the chair, staring speechlessly at the two single beds that were merged together at some point, listening to the noises from the kitchen.

Obviously Qianlang is not the idiot of the Lotte family at all, but every time he stays with Qianlang, the atmosphere is always inexplicably daily, it seems that it is difficult to get nervous no matter what the topic is.

——After all, there are always so many slots, how can one get nervous_(:з」∠)_

"True, Duty"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and the people outside only knocked a few times with little effort. If the room was noisy, they might not be able to hear it.

But Wen Yuran heard it, and didn't think too much, got up and opened the door, but there was no one outside the door, even if he looked around, there was no sign of anyone, and there was no one in the corridor.

It took less than ten seconds from the knocking on the door to when he opened the door, and there was no sound of running. Moreover, most of the people living in the staff dormitory were adults who had stepped into the society. It might not make sense to say that it was a naive prank.

In this situation, Wen Yuran immediately remembered those unpleasant experiences last night.

Then he closed the door silently and went into the kitchen to help.

There is only so little space in the kitchen, and it will inevitably appear crowded with two men standing, but Qian Lang is obviously happy to see this kind of crowd.He kept stirring in his hands, and at the same time asked in a good mood: "What's wrong?"

"Cough, I'll help." He really didn't want to admit that he was a man made nervous by a ghost.

"Hehe..." Couldn't help chuckling a few times, Qianlang turned off the fire and put the fragrant dishes on the plate, "I told you, this place is about to become the home of ghosts, with your physique It's normal to encounter some strange phenomena, but there shouldn't be any real harm, at least not now."

The words were not clear, and Wen Yuran was still at a loss: "Then when will there be real harm?"

"As long as you don't stray into their lairs, you'll be fine." Qianlang smiled and handed the plate to Wen Yuran, "It doesn't matter if you accidentally fall in, I will definitely find you."

Putting the plate on the table, Wen Yuran still felt that Qianlang was talking nonsense, so why don't you talk about it?What the hell is a lair?

Qian Lang also came out with a plate of dishes behind him: "By the way, it's my fault for not bringing the commonly used medicine in your luggage. I will ask my assistant to bring it when he comes tomorrow."

"Oh." As a man with nerves thicker than a telephone pole, Wen Yuran never thought about such things as commonly used medicines at all, and even when he remembered it under Qian Lang's reminder, he didn't take it seriously at all.

So he missed Qianlang's particularly thought-provoking smile at this time.

small theater:

Regarding the issue of jealousy, Wen Yuran has always disapproved of using the adjective "jealous" for Qianlang, let alone the clearing effect when standing with Qianlang

Not to mention the ambiguous insulator buff that is forcibly shrouded

Wen Yuran just wanted to ask how could this be called a vinegar jar?At least the jar won't fall if you don't kick it, at least it has to be a leaky jar