I can see hell in my left eye

Chapter 952
I thought the people waiting in the living room were my parents, after all, they often catch me like this.

However, when I summoned up the courage to look towards the living room, I didn't see my parents, only Mingsi sitting on the sofa.

He was wearing pajamas, his long legs were straight on the coffee table, his head was propped on one hand, and his face was full of sleepiness.

I never thought that the person waiting here would be him.

Quickly kicking off the shoes on my feet, I put on my slippers and strode towards him.

He opened his eyes half-closed, slowly got up, stretched out his long arms, hugged my shoulder heavily, and said sleepily: "Go upstairs and sleep."

"Why are you here?"

"You can't go to my place, then I will come."

"..."

He is, want to sleep with me crazy?
Waiting for me here in the middle of the night for so long...

Although very surprised, his behavior warmed my heart for no reason.

In order not to wake up my parents, I turned off the light in the living room, and went upstairs with Ming Si lightly.

Back in the room, I gently closed the door and locked it, then squeezed into my small double bed with Ming Si.

Embracing each other tightly, I slept very soundly that night.

When he woke up the next day, Ming Si had disappeared, and he seemed to have gone back.

After getting out of bed, I went to the bathroom to wash up as usual.

During breakfast, my mother ignored me, as if she was still upset about what happened last night.

I didn't dare to provoke her, so after finishing my meal, I offered to help clean up the dishes on the table.

She looked surprised, but didn't say anything, and went directly to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

My father was on vacation because he was bitten by a dog on his ankle, but there was no one to manage the supermarket. My mother cleaned up the kitchen, went back to the room, changed into formal clothes, and was ready to go out.

Before leaving, she warned: "Today you are responsible for taking care of your father, you know?"

"know."

"Don't run around again, stay at home."

I nodded like a pounding garlic, and she left.

When she stepped out the door, my father waved at me, "Sixi, come here."

I walked over puzzled, and he gestured to the seat beside him and said, "Sit down, I have something to ask you."

"what's up?"

"Sit down first."

"it is good."

I sat down next to him, and he smiled at me, lowered his voice and asked, "Tell me, what does a ghost look like?"

"..."

I am helpless.

"That's all you want to know?"

"Yeah, I'm curious about that."

"Be what you were when you died."

"If it was a tragic death, wouldn't it look terrible?" He said, the corner of his mouth curled downwards, and his body couldn't help shaking.

"Basically."

"Are not you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

I have seen too many ghosts, and I am immune.

But my father widened his eyes in disbelief, and then gave me a thumbs up, "Bull."

I couldn't help laughing.

My mother is not there, only my father and I are at home, so it is easy to feel at ease.

Laying on the sofa with him, eating snacks and watching horror movies, time flies by.

When the movie was coming to an end, my father suddenly murmured, "I have one more thing to be curious about. What is the relationship between you and that perverted neighbor next door?"

"Friendship."

"You should have made a lot of friends at school, why do you still consider that perverted uncle as your friend?"

My father said "abnormal" in one mouthful, which made me dumbfounded.

"Dad, Shang Liqi is not a pervert, he is the descendant of the family of ghost hunters, he and I are good sisters and good buddies through life and death."

I don't remember how many times I have gone through life and death with Shang Liqi. In short, the relationship between me and him cannot be replaced by anyone.

It's just that I don't know if Shang Liqi also regards me as a pure sister or a buddy.

Thinking of this, I remembered that Shang Liqi deliberately hid Mingjie. Although I didn't ask him any more, I was actually very surprised why he would do that.

"The descendant of the family of ghost hunters?" Father's eyes bulged, as if he had heard some explosive news.

"Yes."

"He is actually a descendant of a family of ghost hunters?" The father was in shock and couldn't help himself.

At this point, the movie is over.

I got up, went into the kitchen and poured out two glasses of juice, and my father had already picked out another horror movie and started playing it.

"Why do you keep watching horror movies?" I handed him the juice.

He took it, and said with a big grin: "Look for the feeling of hell."

"..."

I almost watched a horror movie with my father all day. At noon, we ordered takeaway. In the evening, I went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

My father worriedly shouted at me: "Sixi, let's wait for your mother to come back to do it, don't be brave."

"nothing."

"Dad, don't worry! You must not blow up the kitchen."

"……Will not."

My parents dote on me very much and never let me cook. They think I can't do anything, but in fact, these things are not difficult for me.

While cutting vegetables, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

I wiped my hands, quickly took out my phone, and the caller ID was Mingsi.

I excitedly pressed the answer button, and his indifferent voice came from the receiver.

"doing what?"

"prepare for dinner."

"Then I go to have dinner?"

"Very welcome."

"wait for me."

"it is good."

After I hung up the phone, I put the phone back in my pocket, slipped into the bathroom first, adjusted my hair in front of the mirror, and made sure that I was in good condition, before returning to the kitchen to continue working.

About 10 minutes later, I heard the doorbell, ran out and yelled at my father, "I'll open it."

Father sat on the sofa and didn't even move at all.

He could only hear him muttering in a low voice: "I didn't intend to open the door at all."

I laughed and went straight to the door.

When I opened the door, I thought I would see Ming Si, but unexpectedly, the person standing in front of me was Xi Chen.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, his expression was indifferent, his eyes met mine, his chin slightly tilted, and he murmured: "Shang Liqi has returned to Leixian Temple, I forgot to bring the key."

"..."

"He asked me to stay overnight at your house."

"..."

"It's annoying."

Before I could speak, he had already passed me and strode into the house.

"Hello, Uncle." He greeted my father very politely, and then sat beside my father very casually.

Father was stunned for a moment, but he was still polite to Xichen.

"I've seen you before. You're a neighbor's kid."

"Yes."

"Where's your father?"

"You mean Shang Liqi?"

His father's eyes widened a little, probably because he didn't expect Xichen to call Shang Liqi's name directly, and after a few seconds of reaction, he nodded.

"He went to Leixian Temple, and he couldn't make it back tonight. I forgot to bring the key. He asked me to stay here for one night. I'm bothering you."

Hearing his words, my father was taken aback again.

(End of this chapter)