"Is there any?"
Yang Lin looked at Tang Xiaoman with a little excitement.
"No" Tang Xiaoman replied resolutely.
"Then tell me, is the ghost that walks around you every day a man or a woman?"
Yang Lin decided to give up the first question.
"I spin around every day."
Tang Xiaoman was confused by his question, "No one follows me around every day."
But then she thought of what happened in the afternoon and said with a smile: "The one who came to report to us in the afternoon was Qu Bin."
Then she briefly told Yang Lin Qu Bin's story, "And now the girl next to me is Lin.
She is a A girl who looks like eight or nine years old.”
"Who teased me that night, was it Qu Bin from the afternoon or this girl Lin who is next to you now?"
Yang Lin suddenly lowered his voice and asked.
"Well, it's probably Girl Lin."
Tang Xiaoman thought for a while and answered uncertainly.
Qu Bin shouldn't be so boring.
"So that's it," Yang Lin said thoughtfully, "Then will she be on your left or right?"
"Ah, right hand, what's wrong?"
Tang Xiaoman was afraid of being unsure, so he looked at the girl Lin next to him and replied.
Yang Lin suddenly made a 90-degree bow to Tang Xiaoman's right hand, and then said with a sincere face: "I really didn't mean to offend you today.
It was just an accident.
If there is anything, , I also hope to forgive you.”
Girl Lin, who was standing next to Tang Xiaoman just now with an unhappy face, chuckled and whispered to Tang Xiaoman: "This guy seems to be a little interesting.
Tell him, I don't care about the villain's fault."
Tang Xiaoman smiled slightly, thinking that tonight's storm was finally over.
One day later, news of Liu Zhen's death came from the hospital.
At this time, Mu Yunbai was burning incense and playing the piano in the room.
"The funeral will be held in two days."
Qu Bin, who came to report the news, said.
"Is Xiaojie coming back?"
Mu Yunbai asked as he lightly touched the strings with his fingers.
"It is said that he is back."
Qu Bin thought for a while and replied, "But it seems that his mother did not let him attend Mrs.
Wang's funeral, saying that the child's yang energy was weak and he was afraid of being hit."
Mu Yunbai nodded, closed his eyes and stopped talking, but his hands were caressing the strings of the piano.
The sound of the piano was so pitiful that it made people cry sadly.
On the day of the funeral, the funeral home was filled with people dressed in black and looking sad.
Liu Zhen lay quietly in the special coffin of the funeral parlor, looking like a peaceful old lady sleeping.
But her soul was floating aside at this moment, looking anxiously at the entrance, waiting for that figure to appear.
However, Mu Yunbai's delay in showing up made her more and more anxious.
At this moment, Mu Yunbai was sitting with his legs crossed, holding a cup of freshly ground black coffee, and looking at the lady opposite.
But the lady held a child in her arms nervously and refused to let go.
"No matter what you say, I won't let you take my son to that kind of place."
The lady hugged the child in her arms tighter.
"Miss Lulu, since I'm here today, I must have made up my mind to take this child."
A devilish smile appeared on Mu Yunbai's face, "Now I'm asking for your opinion here, just to respect you. ” "The old woman is already dead, why do she still miss my son so much?"
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That lady was Qi Lulu, Wang Liqiang's third son raised outside
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