Mr. Ying's face is not just described by difficulties. He almost pale, "I don't like to drink coffee, I just need to sleep with coffee, who do you remember me?"

Sheng Yingqi paused, and his face was calm, "Sorry, then change to tea?"

"No, I can't afford your tea." Mr. Ying twisted his face coldly, about a few minutes, he opened again in a quiet, "Don't you think you are so disgusting?"

Sheng Yingqi's expression instantly, his eyebrows were gloomy.

Mr. Ying laughed at himself, "I have always felt that you are different from other men before. You are not the kind of person who is in a hurry to go to bed when you have a relationship. Now I know that you have not respect me at all. Essence

I am stupid, and even people who do n’t even want to have my face, how can I like me. Every time you look at me, you look at your ex -wife through me. In this case, why do you divorce him? You love him crazy like this, why did you get me! What did i do wrong! What am I sorry for you?! "

Sheng Yingqi became silent after being questioned in the first place. For a long time, "I'm sorry for you. After this, I will give you more remuneration."

When Mr. Ying had to say anything, the doorbell rang, and it was Feng Tianshi's Tang Bo.

The old man was carrying a restaurant takeaway bag with small peach and wooden swords, yellow runes, Zhubi and other things. Compared with Feng Tianshi's posture, he was more like a step out of the house. When he met an acquaintance, he came up and sat up.

Qin Ming Dynasty had determined that the old man could see him, and the old man looked at him as soon as he entered the door.

No, he must escape!

Qin Mingzhu retreated to the corner. He couldn't get rid of his mobile phone restraint. If he could touch his mobile phone, he could leave here.

The psychic ceremony began.

The old man asked Mr. Ying to sit down and pulled out a small bottle from the bag. It contains a liquid liquid like rice water, but as soon as the bottle mouth is opened, it emits a very pungent smell. For Qin Mingli, not only pungent, he began to dizzy.

But except for him, a few living people present just wrinkled his nose slightly.

Sheng Yingqi's eyes stared at the old man's movements. When the old man spilled the liquid on Mr. Ying, he inserted a word, "Mr. Feng, this method really allows me to see him again?"

Mr. Feng kept his movements. He noticed that Mr. Ying's face was getting whiter and white, and he put on a person's shoulder with a hand without liquid. Just try it. "

Seeing what Sheng Yingqi was still talking about, he said quietly: "I didn't want to help you in this matter, it was a matter of damage to Yin and virtue. I also told you that I can’t pack tickets. If you don’t want to continue, then stop now It's too late, I think this life is too nervous. "

"Mr. Feng, don't be angry, I am talking about it, I don't ask." After Sheng Yingqi retired, he reminded Mr. Mr. Correspondingly, "I have asked my assistant to contact your father's company."

The interrupt ceremony continues.

Qin Mingzhu felt that his head was getting dizzy, and even began to be blurred. He knew that this must be a matter of psychic ritual.

He didn't want to let Sheng Yingqi see himself at all.

The mood turned into a substantial resentment, the black mist was permeated under his feet, Qin Mingzhu's throat made an unshakable roar, and he rushed towards the old man. The old man seemed to hear the movement, and suddenly flashed towards the side, and one hand was quickly lifted to the ground.

Mr. Ying had closed his eyes and was suddenly mentioned. He opened his eyes and opened his eyes, and he hit a blue white face on his face, scaring him to scream directly.

But didn't shout twice, and was suppressed by another voice.

"Pearl? Wife?"

The sound of Sheng Yingqi made his pupils staring at Qin Mingzhu's appearance. It may be only one second. In less than two seconds, he reached out and wanted to grab Qin Mingzhu. A peachwood sword suddenly knocked on his hand.

"Don't reach out to touch him!"

The old man was in front of Sheng Yingqi sideways, and his eyes were reviewed with both eyes.

Qin Mingzhu reacted later than everyone, and he looked down at himself. Blue and white hands, long nails, and clear look of ghosts, it turns out that he is so scary now.

Suddenly he was glad that the person he cared about died earlier than him, and he didn't have to see him like this. He didn't look good at all.

The next moment, he suddenly drifted towards the door, but a yellow symbol directly blocked the road. As soon as he was approaching Huang Fu, he was like burning with fire. The pain made him tears in a moment, and it was difficult to walk.

"Sheng Yingqi!" Qin Mingzhu squeezed out these words from his throat. He looked back at the former pillow people, and the pair of dazzling eyes of the Orb flowed down the red tears. "Do you hate me so much?"

Sheng Yingqi has returned to God from just now. He pursed his lower lip hard, and he ignored Mr. Ying, who was already scared. Can you stay with me, you must have a way? "

Chapter 12

As soon as the voice fell, Sheng Yingqi said again: "Mr. Feng, you must have a way? How much money can afford it, as long as you can keep him."

The beard on the lips of the old man shake, and it is rare: "Lie Ghost, you have to stay with you? Are you afraid of folding?"

After Sheng Yingqi's silent moment, he laughed, "Don't be afraid, no more you are, just a ghost, where can you go?"

The old man nodded again and again, "rarely saw the backbone that even the ghost was not afraid. Since you are not afraid, then I will help you."

How could he treat him like this?

The strong sense of absurdity is full of Qin Mingzhu's heart, and he obviously has the same bed for many years, but he seems to have known the man in front of him for the first time.