Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 105
Fluttering in white clothes, delicate features, elegant and handsome.

The young master, who could be seen from a wealthy family at first glance, walked in gracefully holding a green bamboo folding fan with a white background.

Butler Ma led the young master to the tea table and asked him to sit down, and then said respectfully: "Sir, I am wronging you to rest here for a while, I will go to tidy up the room right away."

The young man nodded slightly: "Go."

Steward Ma immediately turned around and asked Su Xingdao: "Madam, may I ask which room is the upper room?"

Su Xingzhi spread his hands: "The rooms are all upstairs, so every room is the upper room."

Su Xingzhi's cold joke made Ningmei and Yan Nianzhen both black-lined, but they never thought that after hearing Su Xingzhi's answer, that ostentatious young man covered his lips with a fan and laughed.

"Haha, interesting, the proprietress is really funny."

The young master laughed louder and louder, his eyebrows and eyelids twitched - the boy who looked good turned out to be a fool.

Su Xingzhi nodded slightly to the young master to express his gratitude for the respect.

Then, something happened that made Ningmei mutter.

This young master didn't even show any surprise at Su Xingzhi, who was as beautiful as a fairy descending to earth!Just like in his eyes, Su Xingzhi is no different from those passers-by outside!
...It turns out that this kid who looks like a dog is not only mentally problematic, but also blind!
Ning Mei secretly shook her head, expressing pity to his parents.

But when the young master was sipping tea leisurely and looking around at the layout of the inn, he saw Ning Mei standing in the shadow between the stairs and the counter.

The boy's eyes lit up immediately.

"I really didn't expect such a small shop in the mountains (?) to meet such a stunning beauty."

The young master's sleepwalking expression floated in front of Ning Mei, and he opened the fan with a smile on his face: "I'm at Atletico Madrid, I don't know if I have the honor to know the beauty's name?"

Concentrating her eyebrows and widening her eyes, she looked at the rich second generation who she classified as stupid, short-eyed and blind, and looked around reflexively.

Seeing that couple of gods and immortals looking at her with a half-smile, she pointed to her nose in disbelief and asked, "Are you talking to me?"

(End of this chapter)