my ghost husband

Chapter 303 I Became Cowardly With You

Back at the banquet, Niu Lifan and Mr. Niu were still talking about some memories of their old home. They were really like uncles and nephews.

After this meal, Niu Lifan was in charge of sending Mr. Niu back. When everyone was walking towards the car, I heard Niu Lifan ask casually: "Where's your little apprentice? Why didn't you bring him for dinner?"

"Let's end these things with me, and don't let him know. Even if he thinks that I didn't take him with me on purpose, I can only accept it like this. It's better than him being in danger." Mr. Niu continued Turning around, she said, "Zong Cheng, you have to keep an eye on Youxuan, if she is captured, you won't be able to run away."

Zong Sheng replied: "I know, but the third party is not something we can prevent if we want to."

After getting into Zong Sheng's car, I was already a little dizzy.One night, I just had a small glass of wine with them at the beginning.When I was sitting in the box, I didn't feel much, but now, after coming out, being blown by the wind, I always feel warm all over.

When Zong Sheng started the car, I saw the wound on his hand again.It was poked by a wooden hairpin struck by lightning, and the wound did not heal so easily.I said softly, "Wound?!"

"Well, it's okay. If you don't feel well, just sleep. You'll be fine when you fall asleep. You won't feel anything the next day with this kind of wine."

"I don't sleep."

"Sleep, I'll hug you when I get home. It's so cold, just get up early and take a shower tomorrow morning."

"I'm not going to sleep, let's do it..." Before I could finish my words, the car that had already started idling was trampled to death by his brakes. "That way the wound on your hand can heal quickly. Although the wound is small, it's always so bad and it hurts."

Zong Sheng just turned his head sideways, looked at me, and didn't let the car start running.Over there, the horn of the car sounded, and Niu Lifan had already left in the car.

After a few seconds of silence, Zong Sheng said softly: "In the past, when I was injured all over, no one would ask if I was in pain. No matter how serious the injury was, I would not feel pain. Zong Youxuan , since I was with you, I found that I have become cowardly with you. It's just a small injury. "

He still let the car run.But a few seconds after the car started running, he said again: "Don't fall asleep. If you fall asleep, I won't let you go. You suggested it yourself."

Many years later, I asked him, why I keep getting him into trouble, and he still stays with me, is it just because of the blood contract?He said that I was the only one who would ask him if it hurts.

I never thought that such a small pot of rice wine would have such a powerful effect on me.That night, I took the initiative to make me blush.And Zong Sheng is not a good person, he tortured people with his drunkenness.

This torture made it impossible for me to get out of bed the next day.Originally, I planned to go to the house where Mr. 20 Yuan lived early in the morning, but when the two of us woke up, Xiaomi had already called me to ask me if I needed to ask for leave.

Hearing my voice, she said in a strange way: "Zong Youxuan, you are still on the bed. There is a man's voice!"

I quickly explained: "Don't think about it, it's Zong Sheng."

"Oh, it turns out that neither of you got up. Was it too intense last night? Zong Youxuan, you said you were in this class. Did you have any agreement with the little boss, for example, you either came to work or you were at home Accompanying him to sex. Anyway, it counts as working time."

"Stop talking, tell Xiao Chen for me, I'm asking for leave today. Just say...just say...the little boss has diarrhea, and I'll cook porridge and serve him at home."

Zong Sheng on the bed raised his head and gave me a hard look.I smiled at him, and continued, "Okay, I'm really going to get up. Anyway, I'm taking leave all day now, so I can get a guarantee. You can get more share. Have fun making money."

After hanging up the phone, I quickly got up, but Zong Sheng grabbed me from behind, and asked in a buzzing voice: "Who has diarrhea, do you want to try it again?"

I pulled his pillow and reminded: "Get up, go to Mr. 20 Yuan. Maybe he walked for a few days and thought that Niu Lifan would not go to him, so he went back to live again. Hurry up, I have to go to work this afternoon."

Facts have proved that men get up faster than women.When I washed up and went downstairs, he had already fried omelets and whipped soy milk for me on the first floor.As far as the house where the two of us lived, we ate less often at home. Fortunately, during the few days when Grandma Zongsheng came to live, she helped us buy all the things.

While sitting at the dining table eating omelets, Zong Sheng answered a phone call.When I saw him, he glanced at me when he was answering the phone, then got up and walked to the living room to talk on the phone.Maybe he didn't want me to know the content of the call.

I bit the omelette angrily, I was involved in his biggest secret, why did he keep a phone call from me?And from the very beginning, I clearly heard him call "Xiao Liu". Xiao Liu is grandpa's secretary. The call to Zong Sheng should be because grandpa has something to do. Grandpa has something to do. Do you need to hide it from me?

After answering a phone call, Zong Sheng finished the omelette in his hand, hung up the phone, drank the soy milk in one gulp, and said, "I'll wait for you in the car." Just like that, he went out with his thick overalls.

Look, on the bed and now he is like two people!

When I got into the car with my things, he seemed to be still talking on the phone with Xiao Liu. When he saw me getting into the car, he said, "Let's do this first. I'll be back to the company in the afternoon. Help me tell grandpa about the meeting." I won't be late."

I still asked: "Is there anything wrong with the company? I can call to see by myself. I won't disturb Mr. 20 Yuan. I just went to see. If he is not there, I will inquire. If he is still there , I’ll come back quietly. Let’s go together sometime.”

Zong Sheng hesitated for a moment before saying, "No, just drive over and have a look. I'll be back soon."

Along the way, Zong Sheng didn't say a word, his silence was so scary.His lips were pursed all the time, and he felt that he must be in a heavy mood.Under such circumstances, I dare not speak casually, for fear that he will suddenly lose his temper. This person is like this, uncertain.

The car arrived in front of the house where Mr. 20 Yuan used to live. The door of the house was locked from the outside. I was thinking of getting out of the car and asking someone to ask, but Zong Sheng said, "You don't need to get out of the car. This house has already been closed for a while. No one lives in time."

"Huh? How about you just look at it? I'd better ask a few old men and aunts."

"Just look at it. A house where people live is not like this. Popularity can support a house, and a house can also gather popularity. This house is even dilapidated than what we saw before. It must have become like this in such a short period of time. No one lives there. Probably the third party, not him."

When Zong Sheng came back, he sent me to the glass house first.Xiao Chen still stammered and ran to the car, and asked, "Do you want to have lunch with us, little boss? You probably don't have much food when you go back to the company now."

Zong Sheng drove away without even looking at him.I quickly explained with a smile: "Supervisor, I'm sorry, he looks a bit in a bad mood today. Well, he has diarrhea, diarrhea. Hehe."

Xiao Chen nodded: "It's hard for him to feel better. Something happened on the construction site. As one of the persons in charge, he will definitely be held accountable."

My heart skipped a beat when I heard it, and thinking about the phone call from Xiao Liu, I quickly asked, "What's wrong with the construction site?" Listening carefully, it was true that the previous machine sounds were gone, and the construction site has been closed today.This project has been rushing for time. As long as the weather permits, it will start work. Why is it stopped now?
Xiao Chen said as he walked in, "I'm not very clear about the construction site, but I heard that a big foreman refused to construct according to the drawings, saying that the small boss's design drawings had problems. Big trouble. The person in charge of the construction site has been called back to the head office for a meeting."

I bit my lip, turned around quickly and said, "Director, I will continue to ask for leave in the afternoon, I will go to the company to have a look."

Xiao Chen was still talking, but I was already running towards the taxi that was getting off.

When the taxi took me back to the head office, it was still time for a lunch break.Many people in the office on the sixth floor were still discussing in low voices, but when they saw me coming out of the elevator, they stopped talking.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I heard Zong Dahong's voice saying: "Zong Sheng is still young after all, and he and Zong Youxuan get tired of being together all day long. How can we have time to go to the construction site?"

I was surprised that Zong Dahong had no evidence for what he said.I work in the glass house in front of the construction site. What does it mean that Zong Sheng is tired of me? He is on the construction site, not in the glass house.

Zong Dahong continued: "He said he majored in architecture, and that's what Lao Bei took out to study. Who knows what kind of school it is. It might be a private fake university. There are more fake universities now. Yes. It’s not news at all to get fake graduation certificates. Over there, there are two hundred certificates on the telephone poles, and I can do it from Peking University and Tsinghua University. I’m talking, the mine in my hometown has hundreds of people , not one of them is a college student, and they are all uneducated old men. They can still mine! They can still make money! So what if he is a construction major? Foreman Huang has been working on building frames for more than 30 years It’s not as good as drawing a picture on paper in school?”

I walked over there and quietly stood at the door of the conference room. On the wall next to the door, Zong Sheng was standing against the wall, with a lighter in his hand, looking at the other side with his back to us, talking loudly Zong Dahong.

(End of this chapter)