Doctor Xu's hidden black moon

Chapter 206
Song Dongliang has always been wearing high-end clothes, and now he would not even look at the clothes he is holding in his hand before, and the inferior things are a little bit tingly to the touch.

He stared blankly for a while, and finally put it on resignedly, then turned up the collar of the sweater to cover his white chin.

After he came out, Yan Zhu stared at him twice, nodded, and asked the clerk to pack him another turtleneck sweater of the same size, and then led him to check out.

Song Dongliang is usually very chic when checking out, but now he looks at Yan Zhu together under the gaze of the clerk as if pretending to be stupid, "Check out."

Yan Zhu: "Do you want me to pay for your clothes?"

Song Dongliang nodded, "I'll be your assistant, isn't even two sweaters worth it?"

"...It's worth it." Yan Zhu gritted her teeth and settled the bill, then stretched out her hand and pulled Song Dongliang out.

Song Dongliang had already returned her coat to her, and Yan Zhu also handed Song Dongliang another newly bought sweater, letting him carry his own things.

But Song Dongliang said calmly: "Which bodyguard did you see asking the boss to carry things?"

Well, even if the boss of her family is a tiger that fell in Pingyang, it is still a tiger.

When the two went to school, Yan Zhu first contacted Principal Zhao. As soon as she received her call, Principal Zhao came out in a hurry. When he saw Yan Zhu and Song Dongliang at the door, he rushed up to shake hands, "It's Mr. Xue, isn't it?" ? I am Principal Zhao."

Yanzhu is currently holding the face of her master, and this face is quite convincing. Every time she stares at this face to catch ghosts, some people always think that she is a master with strong abilities.

Maybe Master's face has its own aura.

Principal Zhao took him to the office, made tea respectfully, then sighed, and talked about the haunting with a helpless expression.

Yan Zhu already knew about some things, but she saw some suppressed fear from the depths of Principal Zhao's eyes, and she felt that she might be able to find some other information from this honest-looking principal.

"Mr. Xue, you just walked all the way, do you think there is something wrong in our school?"

Yan Zhu stretched out a finger and waved it, "The sky is bright and bright, even if there is something, nothing will come out. Don't worry, Principal Zhao. I have my own solution to this kind of thing."

Principal Zhao is a slightly superstitious person. So many people died one after another in the school. He became more and more convinced that it was the ghost of the girl who was responsible, so now he is paranoid and afraid all day long.

The door of the office was pushed open with a slam, Principal Zhao was shocked, and then a boy walked in.

Yan Zhu was stunned for a moment, and her eyes flashed with amazement. It was the photo of the school grass she saw on the post. It seemed to be called Zhao Guannan.

Not bad name.

Song Dongliang saw that she was staring straight at the seventeen or eighteen year old boy, coughed lightly, and her face was stinky.

Yanzhu restrained himself a little immediately, and then heard Principal Zhao slapping the table suddenly, "It's getting more and more unruly, don't you know you have to knock on the door when you come in?!"

The boy still had a cold face, without any expression, glanced at Yan Zhu and Song Dongliang, and snorted coldly, "This is the ghost catcher you invited? I think he is pretending to be a ghost."

Headmaster Zhao suppressed his anger, "Get out, I think you are disrespectful now."

The boy didn't insist, he turned around and left the office with a cold snort.

Principal Zhao wiped the sweat off his head, sighed, and apologized to Yanzhu: "Mr. Xue, don't be angry, my child is spoiled now, and I don't know what's going on in the past two years. I raised him." Not good, you have to worry about it."

Good-looking people have a normal temper, Yanzhu is very patient with good-looking people, so he waved his hand, "Children, they are all like this."

After taking a sip of tea, Yan Zhu looked at the office door with a smile. She felt that the young man just now was clearly here to see her and Song Dongliang, or to see them, who were beaten by him. It was a swindling Taoist priest invited by my father.

The headmaster still has something to do today. After repeating the useless words he said to Yan Zhu that day, he asked the two of them if they needed help arranging accommodation. After getting their refusal, he still had something to do He needed to deal with it, so he asked the two of them to wander around the campus, and in the evening, he invited the two of them to dinner.

After the principal left, Yan Zhu took Song Dongliang out of the teacher's office building and went to the teaching building behind.

It seems to be class time now, the teaching building is quite quiet, Yan Zhu turned around and saw Song Dongliang was a few steps behind, stopped to look at him, and only after he got closer did he see that he was stretching out his hands to scratch around his neck.

Yan Zhu tore off the collar of his sweater and took a look, his fair neck was already red from scratching, even a little torn.

With a soft hiss, she felt her forehead throbbing, "Why don't you know how to speak when you feel uncomfortable?"

Song Dongliang pursed his lips, looking a little aggrieved, but he just didn't speak.

He knew that the reason for his discomfort was because of the inferior quality of the clothes, and he put them on before washing them after he bought them, so that his body was itchy, like countless bugs crawling around on his body.

But he just didn't want to open his mouth, he felt that once he opened his mouth, Yanzhu's eyes would write a few words clearly.

——What a squeamish young master.

He stared into Yan Zhu's eyes, trying to read these words from her eyes, but no, she just frowned slightly, and stretched out her hand to give him a hand, "Let's go back to the hotel."

Song Dongliang felt a little guilty, followed her for a few steps, stopped still, Yanzhu turned to look at him, "My little master, what's wrong?"

Song Dongliang: "I don't think there's anything wrong with me, as long as I don't get arrested, isn't your work done yet?"

"Don't, I'm envious of your skin, if you don't feel sorry for you if you scratch it later, I will feel sorry for you."

In fact, there is nothing wrong with what you said. Song Dongliang's skin is fair and smooth. Although it is a bit too pale, it is also a unique beauty for girls. In addition, Young Master Song has an extremely handsome face, so The white spots on his skin made him look like an aristocratic vampire.

But she didn't think there was anything wrong with these words, but Song Dongliang felt inexplicably ashamed, with two red clouds on his face, and followed her to the school gate resentfully.

Yanzhu felt that the young master might not understand the envy of a girl like him for his delicate skin, so he went back to the hotel and took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves boldly and let him look at the long hairs on his arms. "Did you see it? I didn't lie to you when I said I envied your skin."

(End of this chapter)