"Yeah yeah yeah" After Wang Ling heard the name of the poem Qian Yinxiang recited, he immediately felt ashamed and his ears were hot.
If he had known that the name of the poem was Feng Qiuhuang, he would never have imitated a ghost and showed off.
Although Wang Ling felt that it was very appropriate to recite such a poem in such an environment and at such a moment, it was obvious that Ye Qianfan knew more than him.
Judging from Ye Qianfan's behavior after Wang Ling finished reciting this poem, she not only misunderstood Wang Ling's original intention of reciting this poem to make her happy, but also because this poem reminded her of something, so Immediately sad.
At this time, he realized that this poem turned out to be some kind of saucy Feng Qiuhuang.
Wang Ling pointed at the ghost Qian Yinxiang in front of him, but he couldn't say a word.
The ghost has helped him do a lot of things, but if this continues, he will also be killed by the ghost.
Wang Ling was speechless and walked away alone, leaving the ghost on the spot.
When Wang Ling returned home, he opened the door and was surprised to find that the ghost Qian Yinxiang was already sitting on the sofa waiting for him.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be so stingy," Qian Yinxiang said, "Actually, you can't blame me for this.
It's obviously you who wants to sing after me."
"You are telling me that you are a ghost.
You don't want to stay in the Yin Gong ghost world.
You have to come out to do something."
Wang Ling regretted it.
"You have to come out to make light bulbs, but because you and Qianfan had such a good relationship before. , even if you screamed, I would not pay attention to you, but you framed me like this, not only did you not thank me, but you also chanted such a slutty poem.
This time, she misunderstood and ignored me.
Are you happy?"
Wang Ling thought he was entirely responsible and couldn't help pacing back and forth in the room, pointing and lecturing Qian Yinxiang who was lying casually on the sofa.
When Wang Ling was tired of teaching him, he sat down regardless of Qian Yinxiang lying on the sofa.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm lying here, can't you see?"
Qian Yinxiang shouted.
"Invisible."
Wang Ling said angrily, "You are a ghost.
In human eyes, you are just like the ethereal air.
Who can see you?"
"Okay, okay, you are cruel enough."
Qian Yinxiang also said angrily, "Hey, brother, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?"
"You just got kicked in the head."
"If you haven't been kicked in the head by a donkey, then why are you so angry?"
Qian Yinxiang said, "Don't you think it's very appropriate for you to recite poetry with me today?
Do you like Qianfan?"
"What do you mean?"
Wang Ling didn't understand, but he could feel that there was something in the ghost Qian Yinxiang's words.
"What do you mean?
It seems that you are suitable for being a criminal police officer, and your emotional intelligence is too low."
Qian Yinxiang said disdainfully, "In that environment, at that moment, in front of the girl you like, recite a song Isn't it just right to express my love in a love poem?
Didn't you promise me that you would take care of Qianfan?
Don't you like her?
If you don't confess your feelings now, I can guarantee that Qianfan is not angry with you. , she thought of me."
"Oh, I finally understand."
Wang Ling suddenly said, "She is not angry with me, but with you.
Hey, you are so right.
I want to confess why you are the only one who wants to recite poetry.
This kind of nerd only writes poetry when he expresses his love.
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It seems that Qianfan is right to be angry with me.
I should just express my love to her in my own way."
Wang Ling realized the truth almost talking to himself.
He understood it thoroughly and became happy.
However, one of the things Qian Yinxiang said just now is right, but his emotional intelligence is too low.
When he is with Qianfan, how can he always care for her like a friend and give her unexpected surprises like a lover?
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Thinking of this, Wang Ling's mind flashed with many scenes of wealthy young men showing their love to their girlfriends.
What about the heart downstairs made of 999 roses and 9999 candles?
I made up my mind, took the woman I liked on a hot air balloon ride, and gave her a platinum and diamond ring in the sky.
However, all this requires money.
He has no money, so none of these methods can be used.
"It's better to be more direct."
Wang Ling thought.
However, the confession could be more direct.
What made him uneasy after all was Ye Qianfan's family background.
Although Ye Qianfan had never told him what her family was like, Wang Ling could somewhat sense from his interactions with Qianfan that Qianfan's family was definitely extraordinary.
This has become a psychological obstacle for Wang Ling to confess his love.
Although he loves Ye Qianfan wholeheartedly, what should he do if he confesses his love rashly and is rejected by Qianfan?
This situation has occurred before.
"Hey, cousin-in-law, please release me and I will give you some advice."
The female ghost Yao Yao said in the Yin Kung Ghost Path Table.
"Yes, yes," the kid Feng Xiaoqiang also said, "release us and we will give you some advice."
Anyway, Wang Ling didn't want to sleep yet, so he released all the ghosts.
In an instant, the empty room was immediately disturbed by several ghosts.
Little ghost Feng Xiaoqiang immediately changed the TV program and watched the Japanese cartoon "Fox Servant".
The female ghost Lu Mengyao jumped onto the clothesline on the balcony, put her belly on it, and swung back and forth, just like she was being held under a taxi.
The female ghost Lu Mengyao wanted to play with fire at every turn.
With smoke coming from her mouth, she rubbed against Wang Ling again.
Qian Yinxiang, who was standing aside obediently, saw that the other three ghosts were having a great time playing.
He couldn't bear the loneliness anymore.
He picked up the hammer in the tool box and knocked on his head one by one. , until blood splattered everywhere.
"Stop, stop, stop," Wang Ling couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "Stand here, one row in front, stand at attention."
Several ghosts were very obedient, white light shone, and in the blink of an eye, they all stood in a row in front of him.
"Tell me, is there any way to make money?"
Wang Ling stared angrily and asked.
The four ghosts didn't speak.
"Feng Xiaoqiang, you speak first."
Wang Ling said with a straight face.
"Well, this is not as good as stealing money.
What I'm good at is digging into the ground.
I can sneak into people's homes and find out where the money is."
The kid said seriously.
"You're so young, you don't learn well," Wang Ling spat, and then said to Lu Mengyao, "You say it."
"Well, why don't I possess you, go to the karaoke bar to be a duck, accompany the bartender, etc.
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I think you are quite handsome, and with my ability to play tricks on every occasion, I will definitely make a lot of money for you."
"What's next?"
Wang Ling was speechless.
"Well, it's better to be a teacher.
I have a high degree of education and can help you teach students.
Otherwise, I can write poems and novels to sell," the ghost Qian Yinxiang suggested.
"Bah, bah, bah."
Wang Ling couldn't stand it anymore, "Can you make money as a teacher?
That honest teacher can earn a lot of money?
Also, you can write poems, write novels, and sell them.
Now you can't even watch all the pornographic movies.
Who is still studying?
Isn’t he quite capable?
Every nonsense he tells is reliable”t: