C7

When Young drove to the airport, Gourith was lying on a row of chairs in the lobby, a hat over his head, looking as if he were asleep.

Placing his hands on his waist, he helplessly looked at the man who was almost thirty years old and still not having the slightest consciousness. He lifted the hat on the man's head and viciously slapped it on the head.

Gouris hurriedly jumped down from his chair, stood up unsteadily, pulled his messy coat over his body, and smirked. "Brother, you're here —"

"Why are you lying here? Why don't you go back yourself?"

"I forgot the wallet, I didn't bring it." "It's not like I don't have the money to fight, I'm afraid I'll be thrown down —"

"You can go to my place first and pay the fare. I don't think I need to teach you that." Yang swept him aside and sat down.

Gouris was a person who could not afford to be independent. At the same time, he was also an extremely lazy person. When he was overseas, with his parents' care, he could still manage his food and drinks. If his aunt and uncle went out to visit his family and friends, he would be miserable. He, who had locked himself in his room and played games all day, was unwilling to even go out and buy food, much less cook.

Yang often thought that if his aunt and uncle went out for a few days and didn't come back, when they came back, their son might just disappear.

Gouris looked at him with a wronged expression, "Brother, I want to as well, but I was afraid that your house would be empty. When I don't have the money to give to the driver, he'll use a knife to hack at me …"

Just as Yang Ke was about to say something, he suddenly remembered something and asked anxiously, "Have you called my place?"

"Ah, yes... "Oh yeah, bro, when did you hide a woman in your house …"

"You know of a woman?!" Yang Yu was even more surprised, Zhong Qing didn't even know this much, how would he know how to answer the phone?

"Yes, it's that woman. I've been on the phone for a long time, but I still haven't been answered. It wasn't easy for someone to listen to her …" I thought that it was you, so I told you to come and pick me up right away … At that moment, a woman in your room let out a crazy yell, scaring me to death … "

Gourith patted his chest in horror. Fortunately, he hung up quickly, or else his little heart would have suffered from that terrible poison.

Yang Dong's face darkened as he was thinking about something. Suddenly, he cried out, "Crap!"

How could he forget about that!

"Brother, what's bad?"

"Stop talking, hurry up and get on the carriage!" That little antique, when had he ever seen these things? Suddenly, he heard someone talking in the empty house. He might have thought that it was a ghost.

It was all his fault, she was his wife in name after all. They would spend five years together, and even if they didn't have any feelings for each other, they would still have to take some responsibility for her. He left her alone in the house every day, and sooner or later something would happen.

With that in mind, Yang Ke hurriedly turned the steering wheel, and quickly headed towards the villa like an arrow leaving the bowstring.

"Brother, slow down …" "I'm going to die …" Amidst the rushing wind, all that could be seen was Yang Wen's solemn eyebrows and the cry of Gu Li Si who had disappeared into the wind.

Half an hour later, the two of them had already returned to Yang Wang's mansion.

The car didn't make it back to the garage, so Yang jumped out of the car and ran down the hall.

Because he never liked to be disturbed, nor did he like to have strangers hanging around the house and not hire aunts. There was no one else in the big house except for someone to clean it every week.

There were no lights on in the house. She had not been in touch with modern light since yesterday. Even though she had learned from her grandmother that it would be a hundred, a thousand times brighter in the evening than they had.

Yang Ke didn't hesitate as he pushed open the door and walked in. When he pushed open the door, he felt an indescribable nervousness.

He was afraid to see that teary face with eyes full of grievance and accusation …

It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel guilty at all. He admitted that he had always been very graceful, especially during the past two days. He truly didn't have any elegance at all.

He hated her for her trouble. He was afraid that she would pester him, and even more afraid that he would accidentally have other intentions towards her in his daily life. He couldn't bear the consequences …

The door was still pushed open, and it was Gourith, who had followed closely behind him, and this kid had always been very rash. Seeing him standing by the door, he thought he had helped him open the door very kindly, and then he smiled and looked back at him, "Brother, the door opened, let's go in …"

As he said that, he extended his leg and stepped inside.

"Oh--" Gouris, who had just stepped into the room, suddenly stood up and stared at the inside of the room, unable to speak for a long time.

Yang Yu's heart tightened, something bad still happened.

Pushing aside Gouris who was blocking the door, Yang who was standing against the wind, saw the love of a ghost that was hugging its body like a weak ghost in the dark night, in front of a giant French window. She shrank as far into the corner as she could. The night wind blew, and the white veil danced wildly in the darkness, floating above her small body.

Her black hair danced along with the white veil, the unearthly desolation and desolation seemed to have imprinted itself into Yang Ke's heart.

"Pa!" Yang flipped on the light in the hall. The bright light blinded him, and he squinted at his wife who was in the corner, feeling conflicted.

Love still did not look up, from the beginning to now, she was too afraid to open her eyes.

She heard the commotion … It seemed that someone had entered the room and heard the sound of voices … Something terrible must have come, she thought, and they still came, and they still wouldn't let her go.

His body tensed up even more, and his tears fell even more urgently, but he did not dare to make a sound. This was human instinct. Even though she knew that she would not be able to escape this calamity, she would still clumsily pray to be able to escape from their terrifying eyes in the darkness.

A pair of hands fell on his shoulders …

The handle was very hot, very warm. Trembling fingertips. Nervous or worried?

Love couldn't think of such things. As the hands fell on her shoulders, her final bit of reason and patience was shattered. She crashed into the "ghost" in front of her and fled away with a shriek.

"Don't be afraid —" The distant but firm voice pierced the scream, reaching her ears.

Zhong Qing's body trembled.

"It's me." His pitch-black pupils were bottomless, but they inadvertently revealed a hint of concern, revealing his true emotions.

Zhong Qing stood still, not daring to look back, not daring to open her eyes.

"I'm your husband, did you forget? That's what you call me... " It was a title that she didn't like, one that came from her mouth, but it wasn't that annoying either.

Gourith looked at Yang in surprise, but didn't say anything. In a blink of an eye, he turned to look at Love, who was standing dumbly in the middle of the hall. He was even more surprised. He couldn't tell what he was feeling, but he kept feeling that the woman in front of him was weird …