Chapter 392： A cute ghost in the phone 3

The assistant behind him pulled out the documents from the waterproof document bag and walked to the woman in two or three steps, "This is the judgment issued by the court. Mrs. Wang Yan will move out of her current residence as soon as possible. We will have all the real estate of Mr. Yan before his death tomorrow afternoon. A dedicated person will check it all together."

"He's your father!!" The woman kneeling in front of the tombstone was full of tears, and glanced at the documents handed over by the assistant, her eyes were full of disbelief, she gritted her teeth and looked at Yan Ting in front of her.

Yan Ting raised his hand and glanced at the watch in his hand. His calm eyes were like a dark ocean, deep without any waves. Hearing the cry of the woman, that is, Shen Jiao, the corners of his lips slightly curled up. A cruel arc, a low laugh.

The cuffs of the black trench coat slipped slightly, revealing the black formal cuffs inside him. The diamond cuffs on the cuffs shone slightly, "I never denied it."

"Dad is so angry with you, you still..." Xiao Yan Ting's three-year-old Yan Fei finally stood up unbearably, making a fist as if he wanted to greet Yan Ting's face.

Yan Ting's expression didn't change a bit, his whole body still had a little gloomy breath, and the corners of his lips had a playful smile.

Shen Jiao quickly raised his hand to stop Yan Fei. At the same time, he glanced at the assistant who had been silent next to him with dread. He clenched his hand, gritted his teeth, and raised his eyes to look at Yan Ting bitterly, "I hope you will not regret later, Xiao No, let's go."

Seeing Shen Jiao's back with Yan Fei leaving, and then glanced at the text on the tombstone and the white chrysanthemum next to it, Yan Ting gave a low laugh again.

Don't regret it? The only thing he regrets is that he died too early.

Yan Ting lowered his eyes, turned around and was about to leave, but his figure suddenly stopped, and the originally calm dark eyes suddenly started to waver.

Chu Ci, who was sitting not far away, had tried it just now. No one else seemed to be able to see her. They were lowering their eyes and thinking about how to contact Yan Ting after they followed Yan Ting's eyes. match.

It seems that a little girl who is only eighteen or nineteen years old is sitting on a very tall tombstone next to her. Her body is translucent. She has a pair of black eyes with curiosity. She is wearing a white mid-length skirt, looking towards them. come.

not human.

Yan Ting's eyes were dim, and the corners of his lips twitched. Sometimes he could indeed see some weird things, but it was the first time that he saw a girl who looked like a human.

Chu Ci, who was sitting on the stone tablet over there, also paused slightly, and carefully observed the emotions in Yan Ting's eyes, and found that he was indeed staring at his own eyes without any movement. This was the blink of his eyes, it looked like Can this person see her?

Chu Ci got up, fluttered down from the tombstone, fell to him, and circled him twice, and saw his brows wrinkled slightly, turned his eyes away, and walked a few steps forward, as if he hadn't seen her. At a glance, he said a few instructions to the assistant who followed.

Seeing the little girl drifting along with him, Yan Ting was not afraid of ordinary people, but frowned irritably, his eyes were thin and cruel, and he didn't know where to pull out a delicate knife, moving briskly. Turned in his hand twice, closed the blade, and said, "The few people you asked you to find a few days ago, let them come in advance."