Chapter 1290： Worship me, my thief lucky 21

Chu Ci subconsciously followed the habit of making fish, stepped on the spot and turned around.

He blinked, seeming to realize that this action was a bit silly, and pursed the corners of his lips, looked left and right, and breathed a sigh of relief when no one saw it, and then quietly walked over to Fu Su's house.

Posing a little head, he looked in from the gap in the doorway.

Fu Su was feeling uncomfortable. Coupled with the fact that he was at home, he was naturally not so vigilant, although he heard the sound of water just now.

But I just thought it was my little ancestor who was half asleep and got up again.

He twisted his brows and rolled over, distracted by the headaches that came from time to time.

I couldn't sleep, and felt uncomfortable. I felt that the light was a bit dazzling, but I didn't want to call people in, and I didn't want to move.

Fu Su just lay on the bed, thinking about this period of time.

The development of all kinds of things was so supernatural that he couldn't help but begin to believe in the existence of some strange things.

Thinking of this, his voice was extremely low, and Chu Ci was discovered by him at that moment.

As a result, he heard his self-talking voice, "Is there a ghost? Help turn off the light."

Chu Ci paused for a moment, and the corners of his lips twitched.

Are you sure it's just a cold, not a brain disease?

How do I think you are not ill?

No one answered, naturally, as expected, Fu Su stared at the ceiling and added, "Tomorrow Xu Ji will come to deliver cakes, and I will give you those cakes for help."

He didn't like cakes and other things, but because of the cooperation with Xu Ji, he should accept them, but these things are very popular with other people.

Every time he came, he was stopped by his father's aunts and wives. Because he didn't like it, he didn't have any comments.

But now he has moved out to live, and the new products that are delivered every quarter are still waiting to be delivered. When he thought of this, he said in passing.

His voice was hoarse and low, talking to himself, with irritability.

After I finished speaking, I realized how stupid I was.

Fu Su twitched the corners of his lips and gave a sneer, his eyes full of irritability, he tugged at the quilt, and was about to turn over.

I heard a soft and waxy girl's voice in the dark outside the door, "Pastry...Is it okay to ask for sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Fu Su was stunned for a moment, making sure that there was no memory of this voice in his own memory.

He just mentioned it casually.

Really a ghost? ?

He sat up all of a sudden, his consciousness also awake, his hand was already under the pillow, he touched a sharp knife that he had slept on for a long time, grabbed the handle of the knife, and pulled it out.

Then I heard a slight crunch.

The wooden door that had been opened with a small slit was pushed a little open, and a small head poked in, showing only half of his face, blinking his **** eyes.

The golden pattern on the forehead and the brilliant silver long hair are shining especially under the warm candlelight.

White and tender little hands were on the door like this, his eyes were slightly bright, with a bit of expectation.

A delicate and incredible little girl.

As a businessman, you naturally want to try to remember those who deal with you.

And this little girl is too delicate, if he has seen it, it should be impressive.

But he did not have the slightest impression of this little girl.