The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

From the illusion just now to the present, Wei Yan's cold face has been filled with enchanting smiles, and his words, deeds, and actions are full of unruly and proud.

Wei Yan gave people the feeling of being gentle and steady, with a restrained high-cold temperament.

Two personalities are completely different personalities.

"Shen Qu, you sometimes cry for me." Wei Chen's voice was full of smiles, as if he was pleased by Zheng Quzhi's behavior just now, he kicked the woman again.

"When did I cry!" Zheng Qu yelled out of his throat.

Wei Chen had walked up to him and stepped on the football with a look of disgust.

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The football seemed to be burned by something hot, the terrifying big mouth opened Zheng Quzhi's feet, and the whole body of the ball quickly melted, emitting a stench.

Seeing the unidentified mucus and blood on his feet, Zheng Quzhi turned his head and retched twice, wishing to chop off that leg.

Before Wei Chen grinned, the surrounding scene changed again.

"Huh?" Looking at the surrounding environment, Wei Chen seemed to find something interesting, "Is this the fantasy of evil spirits in football?"

Zheng Quzhi quickly looked around and concluded: "It's a woman's home."

With that, he quickly pushed Wei Chen away from him, and walked towards the bathroom. All he wants now is to wash his feet! Damn it!

He threw the little sneakers into the corner, and brushed her bare feet with a brush. A piece of red appeared on the tender feet soon, and the skin was broken in several places.

"Hey!" Wei Chen, who was leaning on the door, couldn't stand it anymore, frowned slightly, walked over and grabbed the brush and threw it into the trash can. The action was done in one go, and finally grabbed the small bench on the side and sat down.

Before Zheng Quzhi could react, Wei Chen hooked his waist. Wei Chen's strength was so great that Zheng Quzhi was hooked inadvertently and sat down in his arms.

Hmm?

Zheng Quzhi blinked, and then suddenly he felt cold on his feet. Wei Chen held his feet and felt his feet rubbed twice by Wei Chen's hands. Zheng Quzhi had a black face: "You **** sick?"

He didn't like this Wei Chen at all. This Wei Chen felt uncomfortable. In addition, Wei Chen once bit his neck and left a scar, Zheng Quzhi was even more unhappy with this Wei Chen.

"It's so cute." Wei Chen's attention was focused on the white and tender feet. He squeezed it twice, his eyes almost overflowing: "Shen Qu, I don't know that you still have such cute feet. ."

"I'm going to your mother's foot fetish!" Zheng Quzhi gritted his teeth and slammed his elbow back. After taking advantage of Wei Chen's pain, he broke away from his hand and quickly got up and walked a few steps outside, deliberately pulling the two away. distance.

Wei Chen retracted his gaze regretfully, and habitually raised his tone: "It's boring."

After speaking, get up from the bench. I was about to speak, but my feet suddenly slipped.

咚——

Hearing such a loud noise behind him, Zheng Quzhi turned his head and saw Wei Yan lying face down on the ground. Suddenly, Zheng Quzhi's breath suffocated, and he didn't care whether he was Wei Yan or Wei Chen. He hurriedly ran back to help him, "It doesn't hurt, right?"

With that, he lowered his head to look at Wei Yan's face.

Damn, even if Wei Chen fell, what the **** should he do if he broke Wei Yan's face? ! !

Seeing Wei Yan's eyes closed, Zheng Quzhi was startled, and then patted his cold face, panicked: "Wei Chen? Wei Yan?!!!"

He quickly picked Wei Yan up from his waist and put the person on the small bed in the storage room. As soon as he leveled the person down, I saw that Wei Chen had opened his eyes and stared at himself in a daze.

Zheng Quzhi suddenly became angry, and slapped him over: "You **** fucking me?"

"No." It belonged to Wei Yan's cold tone.

Zheng Quzhi stiffened, and retracted his hands in embarrassment. His eyes flickered and he didn't dare to look at Wei Yan. "That... don't get me wrong, I didn't lose my temper at you just now.

Wei Yan lowered his eyes, touched his aching forehead, and said nonchalantly: "It's okay." After a pause, he said, "He has a bad temper, you don't care about him."

"It's okay." Zheng Quzhi shook his head hurriedly.

The atmosphere suddenly became embarrassing, and Zheng Quzhi realized that he was still sitting on Wei Yan's lap. He hurriedly moved aside and wiped the water stains on Wei Yan's face with his sleeves.

"Wei Yan, we are back to that woman's house." Zheng Quzhi added.

Wei Yan sat up with his forehead, glanced around, and finally stopped at Zheng Quzhi's feet.

Perceiving that gaze, Zheng Quzhi's eyelids jumped, and he sat cross-legged to cover his feet. At the same time, he moved back defensively, and said, "Are we in that football fantasy? The ball seems to be It's the domestic violence man."

After a long silence, Wei Yan retracted his gaze blankly and said, "Yeah."

As soon as the voice fell, a man's violent roar sounded outside: "Where is the smelly lady! Get out of me!"

Zheng Quzhi subconsciously held his breath, before he had time to speak, the small door of the storage room was kicked from the outside, and a man with a beast face rushed in.

"Fuck..." After scanning the situation in the room, the man bowed his head and spit out, then opened his mouth and cursed: "Two bastards! Little **** son of a bitch! What about your dead mother!"

"I don't know." Zheng Quzhi shook his head in horror.

The man just bit his whole foot in, making his feet full of disgusting things. Zheng Quzhi felt sick when he saw him.

"Damn damsel!" The man cursed a few more words, and suddenly strode towards the two on the bed.

Wei Yan frowned slightly invisible, and moved his body out to block Zheng Quzhi. The man rushed over and picked him up, acting rough, and throwing the person directly on the ground: "You are hungry! I'm going to cook for him!"

Seeing Wei Yan fell to the ground, Zheng Qu felt his heart tensed, and immediately jumped down and leaned beside Wei Yan.

Immediately after the ear hurt, Zheng Quzhi gave a short cry: "Ah!"

The man tugged Zheng Quzhi's ear fiercely, making his little ear flushed, then let go, and continued to curse: "What do you do? Get out! Eat Laozi and live with Laozi! Don't hurry up and serve Laozi!"

With a cold face, Wei Yan got up from the ground and whispered in Zheng Quzhi's ear: "I am weak, so I can't help him."

Ah ah ah?

Zheng Quzhi was aggrieved and covered his red ears, and could only follow Wei Yan out in a desperate manner. Before leaving the house, the man stared at Zheng Quzhi fiercely, so scared that he wanted to stick to Wei Yan.

As for cooking, Zheng Quzhi subconsciously didn't want Wei Yan to do it. Except that the things Wei Yan cooks are all dark dishes, Zheng Quzhi can't do rough work when he sees Wei Yan's delicate body. If he faints like a haunted house, he shouldn't be scared. ...