Yin marriage stays together: the chaebol's husband is a ghost

Chapter 133 Flooded as pickles
Bei Minggu's fingers suddenly grew longer, and he grabbed Jing Nuo's neck, "I welcome you to come back and seek revenge on me, but the person you hurt me has already offended me."

"I didn't intend to really hurt her, I just wanted to attract you. If I don't do this, I won't see you at all." Jing Nuo raised her voice to defend.

Bei Minggu didn't listen to her nonsense, and suddenly inserted his five fingers into her flesh.

Warm blood flowed out, and Jing Nuo felt the fear of death again, she cried and said, "Yes, I was sent by your third uncle to monitor you, but I never did anything to apologize to you I even betrayed the third master to help you. He killed my parents and my younger brother in a rage! You hate me for lying to you, who should I ask for justice? My family I was originally controlled by the third master, I was ruined for your family, isn't it enough to redeem my own life?"

"That's between you and me, it has nothing to do with her." Bei Minggu pressed Jing Nuo against the door, his five fingers deeply inserted into her flesh, and bright red blood flowed out.

Although she is a living corpse, she will not die like this, but she believes that Bei Minggu has a way to make her never be reborn, "You are very tolerant to your brothers and love your sister so much, why can't you be kind to me?" One point? Is it the cut of love and hate? Then I should be happy!"

Love and hate?

Oh, this woman is too self-indulgent.

"Jing Nuo, you think too highly of yourself, you haven't reached the point where I can turn love into hatred." Bei Minggu let her go. He was indeed a little bit cruel to her in the past, and only later did he know the truth. Since she can still stand in front of him, he doesn't want to owe her.

"But we can't deny that we have a better life." Jing Nuo grabbed his hand and begged, with a choked voice that made a man feel distressed, "You used to have other partners, I don't mind that girl staying by your side, anyway, we both We're not human anymore, so let's start over, shall we?"

Bei Minggu withdrew his hand indifferently, "Compared to you before, she has a different nature."

Jing Nuo burst into tears, "I know you won't be as promiscuous as Lu Xie, and you won't be as indifferent as Feng Xie. You are a temperate person. You don't have many partners and they are fixed. Can't I add one more?"

It seems that this woman did not understand what he said.

Bei Minggu didn't want to explain too much to her, he just said: "I won't pursue what happened today, if there is a next time, I won't let you go."

Having said that, Bei Minggu turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly heard a howl of pain. Jing Nuo heard the sound, called "Auntie" anxiously, and ran to the side yard.

It turned out that after the woman, Aunt Wu, gave Jing Nuo another piece of paper, she left through the back door and went to the room full of sexy underwear, only to see a ghost baby crawling around in the pile of underwear.

I don't know how to do it, the ghost baby is wearing a pair of gingko pants on his head, holding a hood with pitifully thin fabric in his hand, and is putting it on his eyes curiously, constantly licking his mouth. The voice shouted, "Huh, glasses...glasses, red glasses..."

Aunt Wu was so overwhelmed by this scene that she almost fainted.

She rushed forward, snatched away the red hood that Guibao used as glasses, and said angrily, "Where did the ghost come from? How dare you come here to make trouble, which ghost doesn't even look after your own child. It's too incompetent to be a ghost!"

Gui Bao held on to the red hood, and was picked up by Aunt Wu. His body was entangled with countless threads, and a piece of sexy underwear was also hung on him.

Aunt Wu was so angry that she wanted to throw the ghost treasure out, but when she thought that the young lady was reluctant to part with these things she had designed, she patiently took off the ghost treasure one by one.

But Gui Bao still likes that "glasses". Aunt Wu loosened all the restraints on him, and when she wanted to snatch the "glasses" he was holding, he fiercely stretched out his fangs and bit Aunt Wu's hand with one bite. superior.

"Ah..." Aunt Wu yelled in pain, she reached out and grabbed Gui Bao's upturned hair, holding him up.

Guibao was never honest, so he immediately straightened his waist and kicked Aunt Wu in the face.

It's a pity that when Aunt Wu stretched out her hand, Guibao's legs were pitifully short, and he couldn't kick her at all. He was so angry that he puffed out his cheeks and panted.

Only then did Aunt Wu see the appearance of the ghost treasure clearly. Although it hadn't grown yet, she could already see the expression of Bei Minggu, "So it's his child, and he messed up my place. I can't let it go." over you."

"Hmph, old witch, I'm going to burn you to death!" Gui Bao was so angry that he breathed desperately, imagining that he was in a dark street, breathing fire to burn the old witch in front of him, but unfortunately he was too young to breathe fire. It didn't work perfectly, but this time it failed, and he was so tired from exhaling that he didn't exhale any sparks.

"You haven't been born yet, it's another ghost baby. My old lady drowned you, that's for the sake of eliminating harm for the people." Clay pots, each pot exudes evil spirits.

Aunt Wu took out an empty earthen jar, stuffed the ghost treasure in it, took out a large jar of salt, sprinkled it into the jar one by one, filled the whole body of the ghost treasure with salt, and sealed the earthen jar. came in.

Aunt Wu clapped her hands and left.

Hmm...so salty, so salty.

It's not fun, it's dark in front of my eyes, it hurts my eyes, and I can't move my hands and feet.

Guibao was very unhappy, puffing out his cheeks and exhaled forcefully, trying to exhale the salty and unpalatable food in his mouth, but with a "bang", the whole clay pot exploded, and a ball of flame burst out of the pot rushed out.

Aunt Wu, who had just walked a few steps, was so frightened that she stopped, and when she turned around, she saw the clay pot burst into a petal shape, and Guibao sat in the center of the "petal", with snow-white salt all over her body, as if she was covered all over her body. Like snowflakes.

"You can even blow up my clay pot!" Aunt Wu angrily ran over to catch him.

The little tongue greedily licked his lips, and Guibao immediately shuddered from the saltiness, and spit out all the salty saliva from his mouth with a whimper.

"Ah..." Aunt Wu, who just bent over to catch him, immediately screamed. Ghost Bao sprayed not only saliva, but also a ball of fire, which sprayed directly on her face, causing her to roll away covering her face in pain. He fell to the ground and howled.

"Huh?" Gui Bao was still sitting in the middle of the petal-shaped clay pot, his pair of shiny gemstone eyes blinked and blinked, and the eyeballs rolled around, "It's fun, it seems to be fun."

Guibao immediately felt that breathing fire was fun, and it was more fun to spray people to the ground and roll.

Tilting his head and thinking for a while, he felt that he had to hurry up and play for a while, otherwise he would not be able to play like this when he returned to Mummy's stomach.

Thinking about it this way, Gui Bao let out a breath, and then casually breathed out another ball of fire into the air, and the originally emerald green flowers and plants immediately burst into flames.

Looking at the blazing courtyard, Guibao was even happier, but he was whistling, and suddenly felt pain in his eyes, so he clenched his fists and rubbed vigorously.

"Auntie..." Jing Nuo rushed into the side yard, ignoring the flames all over the yard, and hurriedly helped up Aunt Wu who had rolled on the ground and howled.

Bei Minggu ignored Jing Nuo's anxiety, and walked directly in the direction of the living room indifferently, preparing to leave, but he had to pass by the side yard to go to the living room.

As a result, he just glanced at the side yard curiously, then abruptly stopped in his tracks.

At this time, almost the entire side yard was already in flames. Guibao was sitting in a petal-shaped clay pot, covered in snow-white, squinting, frowning, spitting out with an unhappy face, every time Spit, accompanied by a fire.

Why is this brat here?

Bei Minggu thought he was wrong, blinked his eyes quickly, and found that the one sitting there spitting was still his son, so he hurried over and picked up Guibao.

It turned out that this snow-white body was nothing but salt flowers.

Looking at the broken clay pot again, Bei Minggu immediately understood what was going on, and his face turned cold in an instant. Guibao's eyes were probably irritated by the salt, and his small face was wrinkled into a ball. Every time he spit out, Some of the salt flowers on his body fell down.

"Is he your son?" Jing Nuo asked anxiously.

Beiming Gu sullenly, turned around to leave with Gui Bao in his arms, Jing Nuo pounced to his feet, grabbed his trousers and begged, "A Gu, please help me put out the fire quickly, save my aunt!"

"I've already given you face." Bei Minggu withdrew his feet indifferently. This old witch drowned his son. If it was normal, he would definitely drown her back.

His son is not something anyone can touch.

"Your son's fire is not ordinary, and the fire alarm will definitely not be able to put it out. This fire will not only spread to nearby residential houses and shops, but are you not afraid of accidents that cannot be extinguished?" Jing Nuo continued anxiously.

Although Bei Minggu didn't have the kindness to save sentient beings, he didn't want a fire to burn down the entire Beicheng, so he tried to put out the fire with a ghost method, but Minghuo didn't listen to him, and the more he extinguished, the bigger it became.

It was so frustrating that Bei Minggu had no choice but to blow the salt flowers on Guibao's eyes and say, "Son, put out the fire."

Guibao opened a pair of bright eyes, and asked innocently: "How to destroy it? Is it fun?"

Beiming is speechless, if he knows how to destroy it, he will destroy it himself, and he will have to trouble you, brat, can you do it?

"Wow..." Guibao burst into tears suddenly because his eyes were irritated by the salt flowers, and two rows of tears flew out. miserable.

Strangely, Guibao's tears splashed on the fire, and the fire miraculously extinguished gradually.

Seeing that the fire had been extinguished, Bei Ming didn't even look at Jing Nuo again, propped Guibao on his shoulders, turned around and walked out of the gate.

Guibao sat on Beiminggu's shoulder for a while, then jumped on top of Beiminggu's head with a few hops, and purposely swayed in front of Beiminggu's eyes with a pair of short legs.

"Son, you seem to be heavier than last time, and you will collapse Daddy's hairstyle." Bei Minggu still only cares about this issue.

(End of this chapter)