At this moment, Xu Qinglang felt his scalp tingle. He had seen many ghosts, and he was not afraid of ghosts. However, the living person in front of him who had just gone through thick and thin with him made him feel so terrified that he could not speak.
The woman glanced at him. Seeing his frightened expression, she seemed to find it even more interesting. She reached out and gently tapped his chin.
"It's so cute, like a cute little quail."
The woman's fingers were a little cold. Xu Qinglang shivered and immediately put on his clothes and got out of bed. He did not even dare to look at the woman. He threw the money on the bed, but he did not pick it up. He opened the door and ran out as if he was running away.
Compared to the last time he woke up, there was an extra three thousand yuan on the bedside table. Xu Qinglang felt that he was even more of a failure today than last time.
He was a little confused. After walking out of the hotel, he squatted on the curb and lit a cigarette.
There was something wrong with this woman's mind.
However, if he did not look at her scarred wrist, she was really beautiful.
It seemed that there was no such thing as absolute perfection in this world. God would always habitually create a little flaw for beautiful things, as if this was in line with God's aesthetics.
For most men, it seemed to be a very satisfying thing for a good woman who was willing to give you money and had high skills in bed to be willing to be your PK friend.
In fact, Xu Qinglang more or less had the same thought before. That kind of unscrupulous life that did not affect his life at all was enough to make people put down all their defenses and willingly indulge in it.
Xu Qinglang reached out and scratched his hair. He felt a little pained.
At this moment, a pair of high heels appeared behind Xu Qinglang. Xu Qinglang turned his head and saw the woman.
The woman was still smoking. Her wrist was wrapped in her sleeve, and there was not a single flaw. She bent down and looked at Xu Qinglang. The deep cleavage of her chest was unfathomable, enough to make most men's eyes unable to look away.
"Little brother, were you scared by sister?"
Xu Qinglang shook his head and did not look at her. He continued to smoke.
"Then I'm leaving. We'll meet again when I'm in a good mood. By the way, here's your money."
The woman took out the money from her bag.
"I don't want it. I don't lack money."
The woman was stunned for a moment. It was as if she was looking at a stubborn baby.
"What a coincidence, I don't lack money either."
"Hua!"
The woman threw tens of thousands of yuan in cash into the air. The banknotes began to dance in the air, attracting the attention of many passersby. Then, she got into the car parked beside her and drove away.
Xu Qinglang sat in the middle of the flying banknotes. He couldn't help but think of a scene in the movie "God of Gamblers" that he watched when he was a child.
Then, Brother Fa and the woman danced in the rain of banknotes.
Xu Qinglang sniffled and stood up silently.
He took a few steps outside.
Then, he stopped.
He turned around and saw a pile of money on the ground.
Heh,
Do I lack money?
He turned around and continued to walk forward.
At this time, a few passers-by saw that Xu Qinglang had left and subconsciously moved closer to pick up the money.
Xu Qinglang stopped again.
He walked quickly back to where he had come from.
"I don't need it, but that guy does. If he knew that I didn't even want the money on the ground for some so-called face, he would definitely scold me to death!"
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"Achoo!"
In the bookstore, boss Zhou, who had been reading the newspaper for half the night, sneezed loudly.
"Boss, do you have a cold?" Bai Yingying asked with concern.
"Heh, someone must be missing him." The old priest calculated with his fingers. "Tsk tsk tsk, that should be the case."
"The ground is a little dirty. I need to mop it again," Zhou Ze said slowly.
The old priest immediately pulled a long face. He bitterly picked up the mop and began to clean up.
At this moment, a Porsche stopped in front of the bookstore. A woman in gorgeous and exquisite clothes walked in. The woman was about 30 years old. From top to bottom, she exuded a sense of grace.
"Wow, she's so beautiful. She really looks like a hibiscus coming out of the water." Bai Yingying sighed.
This was normal, because this woman was indeed beautiful. She belonged to the type of person who became more and more charming the more one looked at her.
"The dew on the hibiscus hasn't been wiped off yet."
Zhou Ze smiled.
The woman's cheeks were filled with spring, her eyes were watery, and her body had a relaxed energy. She was like the earth that had just experienced the nourishment of the spring rain, pregnant with the vitality of the heart.
"Who's the boss?"
The woman looked around and asked.
Zhou Ze frowned. Who was the boss?
Would this high school girl holding a coffee be the boss?
Would that old farmer who was holding a mop and mopping the floor be the boss?
There were only three people in the shop.
Who was the boss?
Are you blind?
Zhou Ze pursed his lips and ignored her. After all, she was a living person, not a ghost.
In the end, no one paid any attention to this woman.
Bai Yingying went to tidy the bar counter, and the old priest continued to mop the floor.
Zhou Ze continued to lie on the sofa.
"I have something to discuss with your boss. Wang Ke introduced me."
At the mention of Wang Ke, Zhou Ze slowly sat up straight.
When the woman saw Zhou Ze, she walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite Zhou Ze.
She said directly,
"My husband has been having some psychological problems recently. He keeps feeling like he's seen a ghost. I've asked Doctor Wang to take a look. Doctor Wang recommended me to come here to look for you. He said you're an expert in this area."
Zhou Ze did not answer the woman. Instead, he took out his phone. He was about to scold Wang Ke. He had agreed not to cause trouble for him, but he had pushed another problem for him.
So the previous promise was bullsh * t?
There was a limit to his help and care for his friends. After all, Zhou Ze had never felt that he was a living Lei Feng.
Before he could make the call,
The woman threw a bank card on the coffee table.
"There's a million in this card. The password is 003003."
Zhou Ze's call to question Wang Ke was interrupted. Zhou Ze felt very angry. Didn't you see that I was about to make a call?
What do you mean by throwing a card on the coffee table and saying that there's a million in it and telling me the password?
Don't you know that a random burial item thrown by my maid is worth hundreds of thousands?
Don't you know that my old man mopping the floor can earn a lot of money by selling ghost notes?
Don't you see that my chef has more than 20 suites?
Zhou Ze put down his phone.
He reached out.
He picked up the card.
Sigh.
He was still too much of a good person and valued friendship too much.
He still had to help his friend.
"This is the deposit."
The woman added.
Zhou Ze's hand trembled.
Sigh, his injury hadn't healed yet. His body was still a little weak. His hand started to tremble when he held a small card.
"Yingying, the guests are here. Why aren't you serving coffee?" Zhou Ze shouted at the bar counter in dissatisfaction.
"Coming!"
Bai Yingying immediately brought the coffee over.
The woman looked at Zhou Ze calmly. She enjoyed the feeling of using money to make people submit.
Whether it was in bed or out of bed, whether it was a man or a woman, she would use the money in her hands to succeed.
"Tell me about your situation. How old is your husband?" Zhou Ze asked.
"He's 93 this year," the woman replied.
Zhou Ze looked at the woman in surprise.
"Yes, I was with him because I wanted his money and inheritance. Then, I told him that we were true love. The old man felt good about himself and believed me."
The woman said calmly.
"Thank you for being honest."
"If I wasn't honest, you would have thought that way."
The woman picked up the coffee and took a sip. She frowned slightly.
"There's no sugar."
"I don't like sugar," Zhou Ze said.
The woman put down the coffee. "Anyway, when you have time, you can visit my husband at my house. He's been too paranoid recently, making it impossible for us to have a normal life."
"Pfft..."
Zhou Ze choked on his coffee.
Bai Yingying carefully wiped the boss's mouth with a tissue and then stepped away.
"With all due respect, I think you should hope that he dies early."
"Yes, he was about to die. He could hardly get out of bed, but from the time he shouted that he had seen a ghost, his spirit was clearly much better than before."
The woman continued worriedly,
"If this continues, I think he might not die for the time being. I'm talking about a natural death."
"I understand. Then, why did you invite me?"
"To solve his current state, I don't care if he has a mental version of dementia or if there's really a ghost pestering him. I want him to return to normal and continue to lie in bed quietly like before, waiting for death."
"Okay, I agree. I'll do my best to treat your husband's illness."
The woman's lips curled into a cold smile,
"Hypocrite."
"By the way, did your husband say who was pestering him?
I mean, what exactly was the identity of the ghost pestering him?
Does he know it? "
"His ex-wife, his son, his daughter, his grandson, his granddaughter, and his great-granddaughter."
The woman counted with her fingers,
"Many, many people."
"I'm sorry, haven't they already?"
"Five years ago, a large family of theirs held a gathering on a cruise ship. Then, they encountered an accident. The cruise ship sank, and no one on board survived. Only his family survived, except for him, who happened to go ashore to discuss business that day."
"Oh."
Zhou Ze nodded when he heard this.
From the looks of it, it was very possible that the old man was haunted by the soul of the dead or had a mental problem caused by too much psychological pressure.
"Then how long have you been married to him?"
"Five years."
The woman replied calmly.
Zhou Ze did not continue asking. He kept weighing the bank card in his hand.
This was a pool of muddy water. No, it was very likely to be a cesspool,
If he walked over, he would probably dirty himself. At the very least, he would smell the stench.
"One million deposit, five million after the deed is done." The woman looked at Zhou Ze and gently touched the back of Zhou Ze's hand with her smooth fingers.
Bai Yingying pouted as she watched from the side. She was already so old, yet she was still seducing men!
Yingying had never thought that in terms of age, the other people in the study room, including the old priest, were not as old as her.
"Plus, I slept with you three times."
The woman added.
Bai Yingying's expression turned even uglier,
Gan Lin Niang!
Her face!
Zhou Ze quietly moved the woman's hand away,
He said,