Qin Mingzhu has lived in this house for a long time, and has feelings for it, so he is too lazy to move. He didn't even change his password and fingerprint.

Seeing Sheng Yingqi enter the house like a master, change his shoes, and go to the bathroom of the master bedroom to take a shower, Qin Mingzhu felt angry after a long absence.

If he wasn't a ghost, he really wanted to beat people up.

Well, he still went to see his precious flower.

After drifting to the sun room, the flowers that she asked someone to take care of failed two pots unexpectedly. Qin Mingzhu felt a little distressed, squatted on the ground, and stroked the withered branches with her fingers. In fact, he couldn't touch it at all, his fingers could only pass through the flowers again and again.

After a few times, Qin Mingzhu stopped touching it, he just looked, straight at it. Although he is still here, he is indeed dead.

It was not peaceful to die, and he became a lonely ghost. He was also tied to his mobile phone and forced to stay beside his ex-husband Sheng Yingqi.

Looking at the flowers, tears fell uncontrollably.

In just two seconds, Qin Mingzhu raised his head restrainedly, wiped his face lightly with his fingers, and got up and floated to his study. He remembered that he had bought a few folklore books, and he wondered if any of them described his situation.

As soon as Qin Mingzhu floated into the study, the door of the study was opened, and Sheng Yingqi was outside the door.

All Sheng Yingqi's clothes had been removed long ago, and none of them were left. They were packed by Qin Mingzhu himself. Even Sheng Yingqi's towel for wiping his hair was sent away.

At this time, Sheng Yingqi had no clothes to wear, and Qin Mingzhu's bathrobe was specially made. His figure could not fit, so he wrapped a towel around his lower body. He walked into the study and started looking through the cabinets above the bookshelves. Qin Mingzhu on the side couldn't stop her, she could only watch. He didn't leave, he also wanted to see what Sheng Yingqi was looking for.

After looking around for almost half an hour, Sheng Yingqi seemed to have finally found what he wanted.

It's a business card.

Sheng Yingqi stared at the famous movie for more than ten minutes before pressing a number on his mobile phone.

"Hello, this is Feng Tianshi's hotline. The five generations of Feng Tianshi's family are engaged in fortune-telling, divination, feng shui, chasing ghosts, psychics, and children's blessings based on marriage. What do you want Feng Tianshi to do for you?"

Chapter 6

Qin Mingzhu recognized this business card.

A few years ago, he was in the parking lot downstairs of his studio and saw this card pinned to his car. It was supposed to be thrown away, but it was taken home by ghosts.

At that time, the marriage between him and Sheng Yingqi had already begun to crack. When he was sitting in the study staring at the three words "Marriage" on the famous film, he was bumped by Sheng Yingqi who came in to get the book.

Probably the closer the person is, the harder it is to say some honest words, and I don't want the other party to know that they are absurd enough to believe in this kind of superstition.

He covered the business card with his backhand, and then covered it with the design draft as if nothing happened.

Sheng Yingqi's eyes stayed on the desk for a moment, and then put it on Qin Mingzhu's face, "I'll get the book."

"What book?" Qin Mingzhu stood up. He and Sheng Yingqi each had a study, but he had more books on his side.

Hearing the title of Sheng Yingqi's newspaper, he began to look for it, and when he came back with the book, Sheng Yingqi stood by the desk with the business card he had hidden in his hand.

"You...why did you take my things?" In a hurry, he wanted to grab it back, but he didn't grab it.

Sheng Yingqi raised his hand and avoided his movements, "What is this?"

Qin Mingzhu was a little annoyed and embarrassed, "I saw a small advertisement in the car, which was stuffed by others."

"Since it's a small advertisement, why not throw it away?"

"I forgot to throw it, can't I?" Qin Mingzhu regretted it as soon as the words came out, and just wanted to apologize, but heard Sheng Yingqi's next sentence.

"Did you forget to lose it, or don't want to lose it? Ghost hunting...Which ghost do you want to see?"

The words turned in an unpredictable direction, Qin Mingzhu frowned, "What are you talking about? What the hell?"

The tall man in front of him showed a bit of ferocity at this time, as well as the meanness in his eyebrows. He snorted and put the business card back in Qin Mingzhu's hand, "The person you mourned every year."

Not only did Qin Mingzhu recall this past event, but Sheng Yingqi also remembered it clearly. He remembered that when he returned the business card to Qin Mingzhu, Qin Mingzhu's face was stunned, then sad, and finally angry.

He was so angry that he said to him, "Yes, I don't want to lose it. It's too late tonight. I'll make this call tomorrow."

"Hey? Hey? Hey? Talk! Hey?..."

Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Sheng Yingqi let out a long sigh and hung up immediately. This kind of ghost is deceptive at first glance. He was really so angry with the ghost hunter that he lost his mind, so he made this call.

Sheng Yingqi put down his business card and turned to go to the wine cabinet.

Basically, the Tibetan wine here was bought by him flying with Qin Mingzhu to all over the world, and some of them were bought by him at the auction alone, in order to surprise Qin Mingzhu.

There is also a sofa and a small table in the wine cabinet.

This is all arranged by Qin Mingzhu. When he is idle, he will sit on the sofa, have a drink, and occasionally light a cigar. The jade body is horizontally displayed, like a corpse, white with powder from the toes to the fingertips, like a vase, and it seems that it will shatter if you squeeze it lightly.

When Sheng Yingqi saw Qin Mingzhu for the first time, the other party was smoking a cigar.

He was very impressed with that time, or he will never forget it.

He was still young that year and was taken to a banquet by his father. He didn't like the environment, feeling that the bow tie around his neck was taking his breath away.

He also doesn't like that people who talk to his father always pay attention to him and give him a compliment or two. My mother said it was socializing, and he hated this kind of hypocritical socializing.

So he escaped from the scented, masked hall, jumped over the railing and into the little garden.

He noticed that there were fountains in the small garden, and among them were ornamental swans.

Sheng Yingqi was attracted by the swan and walked towards the fountain, but a figure drew his attention halfway. It was obviously a banquet, but the man was not wearing formal clothes, not even regular clothes.