Happy to open the coffin

Chapter 94 Even if it's a male ghost, she doesn't want to share it with other female ghosts

Zong Che entered the room, heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, subconsciously glanced at it, and immediately floated to the small sofa and sat down.

After sitting and waiting for a while, the mobile phone on the table rang with a slight vibration. He subconsciously glanced at it, and it was a series of numbers.

I didn't want to care about it, but when it rang for the third time, he picked up the phone and heard the urgent and weak voice of the other party.

"Xiaowan... You are willing to answer my phone, Xiaowan, I know I was wrong... I was obsessed with ghosts that night, so I did that kind of thing... Forgive me, please..."

After hearing what he said, Zong Che guessed who it was, and his thin lips slanted. The woman who dared to remember him while lying in the hospital with serious injuries was really heartbroken until Huang He.

"She's taking a shower. It's not convenient to answer your phone. If you have anything to say, you can tell me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen blinked to show that the call was over. He snorted coldly when he saw it, put down his phone, and deleted the call record.

More than 20 minutes later, An Xiangwan came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a bathrobe that had just been painted. When she was taking a shower, she could feel the dark energy coming in from the room. ,Who else?
Could it be that he came here tonight to settle accounts with the female ghost?

What a pair of childhood sweethearts with deep affection and righteousness.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but said sourly: "Mr. Ghost, come here so late, shouldn't you just wait to see me get out of the bath?"

Zong Che watched her come out of the bath, her half-dry hair was scattered casually, a few strands of bangs stuck to her forehead, and a flesh-colored silk bathrobe was fastened around her slender waist with a thin ribbon. He stepped on the wooden floor without shoes, walked to the single sofa opposite him and sat down, with his legs crossed, it was a bit tempting, and it inevitably made him feel a little itchy.

Seeing that he didn't answer, An Xiangwan just looked at her with a slight frown, wondering what he was thinking.

"I went to the cave today, and then I saw your little Qingmei, who looks really pitiful and caring."

The words became more and more sour, and even she couldn't stand it anymore.

After hearing this, Zong Che looked at her with eyes that deepened, but still didn't answer.

Seeing his attitude like this, An Xiangwan felt upset, so he just said it all at once, didn't he just come to her to seek justice for that little green plum.

"She was sitting on your coffin and sang "White-headed Song". It's so beautiful that the white heads never leave each other. Brother Che, who followed you from life to death, is really infatuated. What do you say? Still not marrying her?"

After hearing her words, the male ghost frowned immediately, and asked with interest: "If I marry her, do you intend to become a concubine?"

"..."

What he said made An Xiangwan at a loss for what to say. Why didn't she think that when he was alive, there might be a group of wives and concubines?
But that didn't affect her from making a contract with him, but her identity was not very honorable, she was a concubine, thinking about it, she suddenly felt a sense of rejection, and immediately frowned.

Even if it is a male ghost, she doesn't want to share it with other female ghosts, but she seems to have no choice.

For a while, the pain in my heart spread, and my palms ached slightly.

Zong Che saw that she frowned and didn't speak after listening, with an unhappy expression on her face, and asked instead: "That man... I don't care how you and him used to be, but I don't hope that you will have contact from now on."

An Xiangwan was a little confused when he heard the words, and watched him for a while before he figured out what he meant.

(End of this chapter)