The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

It seems that some people don't like surprises very much. Who knows if surprises will turn into scares?

Wei Chen thought seriously for a moment: "If it were you, I would like it."

In fact, what he wants to say is that he definitely likes it. Wei Yan is an old antique like him, and he cares more about status than anyone. Now that he is getting married, can he not be happy?

It's just that he is not used to seeing Zheng Quzhi who smiles for others in front of him, so he can only say this.

But this sentence is enough. Zheng Quzhi removed all the irritation on his face, and raised his eyebrows somewhat proudly: "That's right, Wei Yan might have been secretly waiting for my proposal long ago. Could he be happy? ?"

"You probably forgot." Wei Chen smiled badly: "We have figured out the memories of Wei Yan and I. He can know what I know."

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

Damn, what if you want to hit someone?

Seeing Zheng Quzhi's deflated appearance, Wei Chen laughed, took a piece of potato into Zheng Quzhi's bowl with his chopsticks, and comforted: "Don't worry! I have separated his memory from mine."

Since knowing that these two people were together, he didn't bother to look at the greasy and crooked relationship between them, and simply shut down, not seeing and not bothering.

Zheng Quzhi: "Will you die if you don't speak?"

"I'm dead." Wei Chen reminded again.

Zheng Quzhi: "..." Damn it.

For the sake of hot pot, Zheng Quzhi did not care too much. Wei Yan and Wei Chen are really different. Wei Yanxi is light and doesn't like meat. Wei Chen is not picky at all, and can taste everything.

In the end, he ate almost half of the spicy pot.

"Don't eat." Seeing that Wei Chen was still eating, Zheng Quzhi couldn't help stopping him: "Wei Yan's stomach is also not good. What if you eat so much and make him feel sick?"

Wei Chen was silent for a moment, and looked at Zheng Quzhi with a weird look: "You know that I am not a human, why did you forget that he is also not a human?"

Zheng Quzhi was stunned, and then returned to an indifferent expression on his face: "Then can you be the same as him? I treat you as a friend and a daughter-in-law. It is obviously different. You have seen a friend who loves a friend more than a wife ?"

Upon seeing this, Wei Chen shook his head: "It's also my steel heart. If I change a glass heart, I still won't be injured by you?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Quzhi reflected on it.

He was really rude to Wei Chen, as if he had gone too far, so he admitted his mistake and apologized in a very good manner: "I'm going to apologize to you. I seem to have a bad attitude towards you, so don't take it to your heart. "

Hey, there's no way. Wei Chen bit him when they first dealt with each other. In addition, every time Wei Chen came to Wei Yan and left, his impression of Wei Chen really didn’t get better. Wei Chen became displeased.

"The prime minister can hold a boat in his belly, I forgive you." Wei Chen touched his stomach and squinted comfortably: "You can take me to play some more. I heard you went to the playground, right?"

Zheng Quzhi, who was full of apologies just now, was instantly alert: "How do you know?"

He said that he didn't know anything about himself and Wei Yan!

"That time you entered the illusion, I almost awakened." Wei Chen snorted, "But I was soon suppressed by Wei Yan."

"But there is no playground in Chinatown." Zheng Quzhi thought about it seriously: "Should we go find other places to play?"

Wei Chen agreed very simply: "Okay."

Just take him to play.

After paying for the hot pot, Zheng Quzhi didn't have a few bucks anymore, and things abroad were quite expensive, so Zheng Quzhi finally had to take Wei Chen to the old man's park.

"Play this, and exercise." Zheng Quzhi pointed to the exercise equipment used by the elderly, feeling a little weak.

But Wei Chen didn't say much unexpectedly. After playing with those instruments, Yiyan had a great time. Looking at him like this, Zheng Quzhi felt guilty in his heart. Hey, if he has money with him, he really wants to take Wei Chen to play some good games, but he has no money...

The last two people didn't have the money to stay in the hotel. Fortunately, Wei Chen lay down on the wooden bench in the park, and fell asleep.

"Hey, really asleep?" Zheng Quzhi sat down beside Wei Chen, bending over to look at Wei Chen.

In fact, the face is still the same face, but the momentum has changed a little.

While losing his senses, Wei Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

The red eyes were shining with strange light, and before Zheng Quzhi could react, the other party had reached out and hooked his neck. His lips touched, and before Zheng Quzhi pushed him away, Wei Chen drove straight in and directly pressed Zheng Quzhi on himself, deepening the kiss.

Zheng Quzhi's face changed, and he almost relentlessly slapped Wei Chen away. With a vicious twitch, Wei Chen slammed to the ground with a loud noise. There was no movement for a long time.

"Don't pretend to die for Laozi." Zheng Quzhi was murderous and wanted to kick him viciously. But this is Wei Yan's body again, and the words became manic curses again: "You **** don't pretend to be dead. , Get up for Lao Tzu!"

Damn it, did a sneak attack?

He thought that Wei Chen had changed his evil and returned to righteousness, and his mother was a fake!

Wei Chen moved suddenly, raising his hand to cover the back of his head.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful for Lao Tzu!" Zheng Quzhi reached out and grabbed Wei Chen by the back collar, suffocating his breath to lift him up: "Damn you to Lao Tzu..."

After touching the opponent's cold sight, Zheng Quzhi was stunned, and the strength of his hand became lighter subconsciously. His expression was a little unnatural, he let go of the hand that held Wei Yan's back collar, and smirked, "Wei Yan, when did you come back?"

Wei Yan squinted his eyes and slightly opened Zheng Quzhi: "When he fell to the ground."

Taking a closer look at Zheng Quzhi's lips, a chill flashed in his eyes: "What did he do to you?"

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi felt a guilty conscience and shook his head quickly: "No...nothing."

After a pause, I added another sentence: "We just went to eat hot pot. It's the hottest one. Do you feel sick in your stomach?"

Wei Yan stretched out his hand, paused for a moment on Zheng Quzhi's lips, lowered his head and asked, "Have you eaten hot pot?"

Zheng Quzhi nodded quickly, and at the same time stepped back, subconsciously pursing his mouth.

Wei Yan glanced at Zheng Quzhi deeply, did not say much, sat on the stool slowly, and quietly looked at the starry sky: "Sit down."

After finishing speaking, seeing Zheng Quzhi's face full of guilty conscience, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he reached out and hugged his waist and hooked him over: "I won't eat you again."

"I have been with Wei Chen for so long, do you hear anything?" Zheng Quzhi leaned on Wei Yan and asked him back.

His surprise...

Wei Yan replied casually, "No."

He and Wei Chen already had their own privacy, how could they share memories?

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi completely relieved his heart, tried to ignore the strangeness on his lips, and smiled: "Then we will stay here for a while, we should be almost able to leave at dawn."