my ghost husband

Chapter 149 So It Was A Gift
Zong Sheng is actually eleven months older than me.To be precise, it is ten months and 26 days old.In my impression, he did have birthdays when he was a child.Everyone in the village said that his birthday was his mother's death taboo, but grandma seemed to celebrate Zong Sheng's birthday every year.

When I was very young, the only time I could eat cake was when Zong Sheng celebrated his birthday.On my birthday, I didn't have any cake to eat, but my grandma bought a new suit for me.So I look forward to Zong Sheng's birthday every year.My biggest memory of his birthday is being able to eat cake. Apart from this, I really have no memory at all. I still remember when his birthday is.When I celebrated my birthday this year, it was the time when I was afraid of him. I was so worried every day that I didn't remember my birthday at all.

Zong Sheng's ghostly ears should have heard what grandma said, so I replied to grandma and hung up the phone. "Zong Sheng, happy birthday. I, I, I'm sorry, I forgot."

Zong Sheng still had a cold expressionless face: "You don't need to say sorry to me. I haven't celebrated my birthday in many years. If grandma didn't mention it today, I would have forgotten it myself."

He looked like that, obviously angry.I quickly unfastened my seat belt, got out of the car and ran out, saying, "Wait a minute, I'm going to do some shopping."

"Come back!" he yelled, and my footsteps stopped immediately, "I didn't care at first, so why worry now?" He opened the door of the house and went home without even looking at me.

I put my hand on my forehead and muttered, "Why are you just like a child?" I stomped back home and watched me water his little plants in the living room.This man keeps plants, all of which never bloom.

I walked to his side, rubbed my face, put on a big smile, and leaned in front of him: "Zong Sheng, happy birthday, I'm a year older, I need to be more mature."

"Let go."

"Let me prepare a birthday present for you. There is no cake, we have eggs, and I will boil red eggs for you."

He was still sullen, but said: "I have accepted your gift."

"Huh? I haven't boiled eggs yet."

"Last night! I was carried out of the coffin by grandma in today's Zishi. It was already midnight last night, and it is also today's Zishi. I have already accepted your gift."

I was in a daze when I heard it, carefully recalling what happened to us last night. . .we are at. . .Tsk, I gave him myself as a gift.

"Haha, that, I'd better cook red eggs."

Twenty minutes later, I went upstairs with four red eggs, and he had also showered and was drying his hair.

I put the bowl in front of him: "Hey, happy birthday. Be happy. Look at today, you won the Lingling Building, and you will soon be able to compete with the Shane Hotel. It's your birthday again, this It's like God is helping us somewhere. Zong Sheng, be happy forever."

He looked at the red egg, squeezed one, put it down again, looked at the red paint on his finger, and asked, "What did you use to dye red?"

"Well, paint. Paint for painting."

"Do you know what red eggs are dyed with? Red paper, festive red paper is rubbed on it, is this still edible?"

He was sitting in front of the dressing table. I was tired from bending over like this, so I just squatted down, looked up at him, and said, "You can eat the shells."

He shook his head: "Forget it, don't eat it, be careful of poisoning."

"Then, let me go buy cakes. At this time, the supermarket outside is probably not closed yet."

"Why do you want to please me so much?" He asked, looking straight at me and asking.

"I, please?" I didn't understand the word, "I didn't please you, I just thought that you should be happier, happier."

"I was born the day after my mother died. Is such a day worth being happy?"

"Your mother's death is in the past. People can't live for the dead. They should live for themselves. Grandma is your mother's own mother. If she let go, you should let go too. Zong Sheng." I smiled and gave He has courage.I just knew that this man was brilliant and awesome on the surface, but in his heart he was inferior and sensitive, and he would go berserk and hurt others if he poked a little bit of pain.

He stretched out his hand and brushed my cheek: "Do you remember what I said to you last night?"

I froze for a moment, how could it be last night.Last night was the time of day I least want to think about. "Is it okay not to say this?"

"Do you remember?"

"Remember, remember!" I replied, "I still remember, I saw a ghost outside the car, looking at us with a rotten umbrella that couldn't stop the rain. I panicked and hit the car Handbrake, the car skidded. God, why did you just park the car on the slope?" With a bitter face, I suddenly knelt up straight and approached him, "Zong Cheng, tell me the truth , Is it true that the old woman can't see us?"

"What if I say, she can see it? Are you going to go and tell her now so that she doesn't say it casually?"

My face fell down, my God, how could there be such an old woman to peek at such things?How could Zong Sheng be so calm?

"Then, that woman in the elevator last night, is it okay if she just looked at us like this? When she died, she was lying on the ground, and her eyes were always staring at me. I have an illusion that she There is my shadow in the eyeball. She will not find me."

Zong Sheng frowned, the hand that was originally on the cheek landed on my neck.He has always liked this action, clasping my neck, my life is in his hands: "Chat with me, besides talking about this, is there nothing else to say?"

His strength is not heavy, it is just a confinement.Looking up at his pretty face, he just took a shower, he didn't even wear any clothes, and he didn't have any scars on his body, so he probably didn't encounter any danger when he went out this time.Last night, he used his own blood as a stimulant, why is there still no scars at all?
He was sitting, and I knelt on the carpet in front of him. At this height, I just reached out and hugged his waist.He also let go of his grip on me.

Not seeing his face gave me more courage to speak.I took a deep breath and said, "Zong Sheng, live a good life, live happily. No matter what others think of you, no matter what you look like, I will never betray you. We have a blood bond. For a lifetime, we All together."

His hand, slowly placed on the back of my head, gently.I can't forget, last night, Zong Sheng couldn't be wrong with that comfortable embrace that held me and slept all night.The intuition that has penetrated into the soul can't be wrong.

"Zong Sheng, I like you." I said, "I like to hug you like this. Although sometimes you are too much, but I just like you. Not because of your family's money, but because of you."

As soon as I finished speaking, his hand on the back of my head suddenly exerted force and pressed my head down.Exclaimed, my lips touched him. . .Although it is still separated by boxer briefs, but the feeling is also. . .

"Ah!" I yelled and pushed him away.But he was sitting on a chair, and he was not light, so I couldn't push him at all, so I fell backwards and sat directly on the carpet.

He looked at me and his face changed. "reject?!"

"Rejected! Just refused!" I said sternly, but as soon as the words came out, I felt that it was inappropriate. If he cared about me in a small way, he might not know what he would do to me.I hurriedly said: "I, I refused tonight! Last night, last night, I was fed too much by you. It's too late, let me digest it for a few days."

"Bold?"

"I, haven't I always been like this?" I pouted and frowned, "Oh, you are too. There is such a good atmosphere tonight, what are you doing? Eat red eggs."

Zong Sheng didn't take the red egg I gave, but said to me in a very uncomfortable way: "Sleep!" Then he threw away the towel in his hand and went straight to bed.

"Hey, your hair isn't dry."

He ignored me and I didn't know what to do.He muttered in a low voice: "Is that the only thing that makes you happy when you're with me?"

After taking a bath, I deliberately procrastinated for a long time before going to bed and sleeping beside him.

I thought he was already asleep.But I didn't expect that he pulled me into his arms in the dark, and hugged me domineeringly.He didn't speak, but in the darkness, I laughed.He didn't touch me, didn't force me to do those things.For a long time, although he has always acted very strong, he never really treated me. . .

Other people's birthdays are usually arranged.Singing, playing, talking between lovers, having sex, it's all normal.But thinking that my boyfriend is different from others, their coffee shops and hotels are equivalent to his Luan Graves.Other people's wine is equivalent to his human blood.

In the morning, while making this breakfast, I was already thinking about how I should spend Zong Sheng's birthday next year.The mistakes of this year cannot be repeated next year.Maybe Grandma Zong Sheng still holds a grudge, saying that I don't care about her good grandson at all.

As soon as my breakfast was ready, and the porridge was brought to the table, there was a hasty knock on the door.I don't know who it was so early in the morning.As soon as I opened the door, Niu Lifan rushed in, grabbed my arms and said, "Zong Youxuan! That dead woman, did you come to see you last night?"

"Ah? What? What kind of dead woman were you when you were early in the morning?"

"That's the one, the one in Lingling Building."

My heart sank: "She went to find you?"

Niu Lifan put on a face that was about to cry: "Well, she said, when she saw us, she wasn't dead yet, and if we would help her, she wouldn't be dead either. She Death is because of our indifference. So he wants us to pay for our lives. Oops! This is the "death-killing ghost" headed by the ten ghosts. The classic line "Give me my life, give me my life."

(End of this chapter)