Ghost Wedding at Midnight: My Adorable Ghost Husband

"Rong Qi, you..."

"Yes, it has nothing to do with us."

Obviously Rong Qi also noticed, but he didn't plan to do much business, because the time agreed with Zuo's family is tomorrow, we will prepare for tonight, and it is estimated that we will leave.

In the evening, Rong Qi talked to Ye Qun and Ye Qun said no problem.

"By the way, since it is a dead body in the mountains, don't we have to prepare something?" I asked.

Rong Qi shook his head: "No, these left houses will be ready, what do you worry about?"

For this action, Zuo's family must be more attentive. I nodded in agreement and went to take a shower. After the shower, I found that Rong Qi was sitting on the sofa watching something, seeing me out, quickly Received in the drawer aside.

Something won't let me see.

Don’t watch if you don’t.

I'm not a person who likes to explore other people's secrets.

But despite this thought in his heart, he still voluntarily lingered next to that drawer. After Rong Qi followed me, he almost never concealed me except some things that I could not know, let alone hide things in my face.

"Rong Qi, did you see the nail clipper?"

After I take a shower, I will habitually repair my toenails and fingernails, so the nail clippers are all placed where I can get them, but they are gone today.

I immediately turned the coffee table drawer to find it.

When I turned to that drawer, I hesitated, but then I thought, I can't sleep without a manicure. This is obsessive-compulsive disorder and I can't change it.

Forget it, what can be put in the drawer by Rong Qi should not be an important thing.

Thinking about it, I opened the drawer easily, and at the next moment, it was an old black-and-white photograph that came into my eyes. At first glance, it was the museum, some old things.

The shooting was vague, but still I can see clearly. The photo shows a pair of young men and women dressed in the late Qing.

The man should be Rong Qi and the woman, I definitely don’t know, but look like the gesture, should be a beauty, dressed up, according to the time, already very foreign.

"what are you doing?"

There was an unpleasant voice behind his ears.

I shook, picked up the nail clipper in my hand, and turned my head innocently, "I'm looking for a nail clipper, I asked you just now, and you won't answer me."

Rong Qi knew that I was really looking for a nail clipper and didn’t care about me, but bent over and took out the old photos in the drawer, carefully, as if I was afraid that there would be any damage, yes, this kind of Antique photos should be kept well.

"That, your relatives?"

I brainstormed a question, but it was wrong to think that most of the two hundred years ago there was no camera, it should be taken in the late Qing.

"That was your girlfriend a hundred years ago?"

I asked again.

But I clearly didn't want to ask anymore, but I asked again, now I feel like I can't control my mouth.

Rong Qi looked at me seriously and said seriously: "Her name is Yan Sujin, girlfriend? Hmm... that's right."

He hesitated for a while, but he was still sure, but in my heart, I couldn't help but feel a strange feeling, is it uncomfortable? It can't be said, is it because I have been accustomed to Rong Qi to treat me alone.

He suddenly held a picture of another woman and saw Wu Sisi, so there was a gap in his heart.

Emma, ​​it’s been a hundred years ago, thinking blindly.

The advantage of the female man is that it is typical of no heart and no lungs.

But only I knew it. I hadn't fallen asleep for more than ten minutes for that sudden extra photo.