I Really Like That Guy!

The man who claimed to be his younger brother ran off and on, like a bedbug living in a sewer caught by the sun, full of panic.

There was only A Luo and the man in the wheelchair left in the room. He raised his eyes at some point and stared straight at her.

The man's eyes are very dark, like the purest obsidian, and there is no light that can penetrate.

He stared at her quietly, his eyes were like a bottomless abyss, and like some kind of monster's open mouth, revealing a deep and dangerous aura.

There was a loud noise from outside the house. It was the crowd at the wedding banquet pushing cups and changing cups, as well as the sound of gongs, drums, firecrackers, laughter and scolding, a noisy scene.

The room was so quiet that you could hear needles falling, and it was not a problem to sit still. A Luo and the man looked at each other for a while.

Seeing that he had been staring at her, she pursed her lips slightly, and asked a random topic, "Want to drink Hexu?"

Fu Yanli glanced down subconsciously and glanced at the smashed wine glass: "..."

A Luo reacted with hindsight, this man may not speak.

It's not that he doesn't know how to say it, this is obviously an illusion. As the name suggests, the illusion is fake. He just pretends to be dying and suffering from illness.

In Fu Yanli's eyes, she should not know that he is the ghost king.

So even if A Luo knew who he was, he would not reveal his true colors.

Since he wanted to look back on the past, she would accompany him to take a look at the past. The ghost stays in the world because the obsession has not disappeared, and she can also find his obsession from these pasts.

Not far from the lampstand, there was a sound of Bi Bo, and the red candle flickered.

A Luo turned his head to take a look, the sky was getting dark, and people passed by this house from time to time, and the shadows of people were reflected on the white window paper. It was a happy event, but the room was pasted with white window paper.

On the white window paper, there are red and bright happy characters, and the red and white complement each other, showing a strange and strange color.

This illusion is truly terrifying, and it was discovered that it was not too early. When the night was about to rest, A Luo unconsciously felt a little sleepy in his mind.

She blinked hard, forcing herself not to sleep.

This is an illusion controlled by the ghost king. If he sleeps in his illusion, he may never wake up again.

She had no choice but to talk to him.

"What is your name?"

The man remained crooked in the wheelchair, not saying a word.

Arlo is not a talkative person, and she is even taciturn. Most of the time, she is very quiet, preferring to observe or listen rather than tell.

"can you talk?"

The man looked at her silently, his eyes still like stagnant water, no waves.

A Luo felt that the situation was a bit tricky, the sleepiness was menacing, and her eyelids became heavy in no time, falling straight down, her upper and lower eyelids trying to stick together.

"Hey, are you sleepy?" She asked him feebly with her hazy eyes open.

Fu Yanli sat there with an expressionless face, with no popularity all over his body, like a cold statue.

A Luo glanced at him, unable to hold back his drowsiness, and planned to go to the doctor in a hurry.

She stood up suddenly, walked a few steps to the man, without saying a word, stretched out her hands to take his arm, bent over and hugged him into her arms.

Fu Yanli opened his eyes slightly, and his unchanging expression finally cracked.

It's a pity that A Luo is holding him right now, his face is on her shoulders, she can't see his expression. But no matter what his reaction was, she wouldn't care, she was really sleepy.

Don't think, this strange sleepiness must be caused by Fu Yanli.

It is not difficult to break it, just shoot him to break the illusion.

A Luo didn't want to shoot at him, and he didn't want to fall asleep inexplicably, so there was only one way to sleep with him.

She never hides herself, she says what she wants, does what she wants, and follows her own heart.

His body is in her hands, and he will not act rashly.

"I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep, will you sleep with me?" Her voice was vague because of her sleepiness, as if she was coquettish.

Fu Yanli tilted his head to look at her white and tender face, slightly raised his hand hanging by his side, and put it down after a while.

A Luo hugged the man, and only then did he realize how thin he was. His body was like a bundle of dry wood, wither and shriveled, lacking flesh and blood.

He was very light, and she easily carried him to the bed, and the two of them lay on the red quilt together.

At this time, she couldn't open her eyes a little, and naturally she didn't see the man's slightly squinted eyes, and the deep darkness in the bottom of his eyes.

Before he fell asleep completely, Arlo didn't forget to hold him tightly in his arms. He was thin, but his skeleton was big. She hugged his waist, and her cheek was just against his chest.

She felt his heart beating slowly in his chest, beat after beat, like a silent lullaby. His slightly lower body temperature penetrated into his clothes and flowed over like invisible water.

The two wore the same wedding dress, and if nothing else was considered, they really looked like a newlywed couple with affection and beauty.

As soon as A Luo fell asleep, he was woken up in the next second.

Even she, a person who didn't get up, couldn't control her emotional ups and downs for a while.

She closed her eyes only because she felt herself, but when she opened her eyes, the sky was bright outside the house, and it was the next morning inadvertently.

A bunch of maids entered the house, dug her and Fu Yanli out of the bed, and got busy with grooming.

These maids are obviously used to serving Fu Yanli. They treat him like an object, but that object needs to be carefully managed.

They won't have any communication with him, even in the eyes, when brushing hair without asking about strength, when drinking tea without asking about taste, even when changing clothes, they don't care about his attitude, whether they are willing to be so indifferent. Take care with dignity.

A Luo watched from the side, and when he saw that the maid wanted to change his clothes, and Fu Yanli acted like an unresponsive wooden man, he couldn't help but shouted stop.

"Enough," she said.

All the maids stopped for a moment and turned their heads to look at her.

A Luo ordered: "You don't need to change your clothes, that's fine."

The maids didn't ask a single question, and they withdrew one after another.

A maid with jade earrings hanging on her ears said, "Eldest Young Mistress, Grandpa, Master and Madam are all waiting for you and Young Master to come over and serve tea."

Someone was going to push Fu Yanli's wheelchair, A Luo waved his hand: "I'll come."

She walked over to the bed, put her arms around his waist as she did last night, and carried him to the wheelchair.

Taking this opportunity, she wanted to check on his illness. Last night, she found that Fu Yanli did not appear to have a congenital disease. He just had weakness in his limbs, probably because of some injuries, so he couldn't walk.

Before, she suspected that he had a disease like muscle atrophy, so he couldn't speak. In fact, he should be able to speak.

Just as Arlo was groping around to check, Fu Yanli's eyes fell, and his eyes fell on her face, like a big girl who was taken advantage of by hooligans.

As soon as A Luo looked up, she met his gaze, she blinked her eyes, retracted her hand as if nothing had happened, and turned around to push the wheelchair.

Shy or something, it doesn't exist.

Her heart is pure, and there is no distraction at all.

The maid led the way, and A Luo pushed a wheelchair to the front hall of the largest courtyard in the house. The hall was already full of people. The first was an old man with gorgeous hair. He looked in good spirits, but A Luo could see it at a glance. This old man will end his life, probably not long.

Next to the old man was a middle-aged man who was well maintained, with walnuts in his hands, and he could see through the serenity of the world and about to become a monk.

Next to him was the man who claimed to be his younger brother whom he saw yesterday. He was standing behind a woman. The woman was dressed in luxurious and enchanting clothes. She was in her thirties and almost forties, but she looked like she was in her early thirties and looked very beautiful. .

Although he broke the story of this man's affair with his mother last night, and scared him to flee, but when he woke up this morning, his expression regained his composure, as if that incident had never happened last night.

Even when A Luo looked over, he gave her a meaningful and ambiguous look, as if they had some adultery.

A Luo stared at him blankly, and when he saw that the man was inexplicably panic, he didn't dare to show that wretched expression again, so he looked away.

It seems that this illusion is not transferred by her will, even if she does something, it will not change the established trajectory, and everything will move forward according to Fu Yanli's memory.

A Luo's eyes swept across the circle of people, and he instantly understood the relationship between them.

The old man is the old man of the Fu family, the middle-aged man next to him is his eldest son, and the woman is the eldest daughter-in-law who will follow up later. Fu Yanli's younger brother is not his own younger brother, but a stepmother. This younger brother does have an affair with his mother. Not only that, his father, the head of the Fu family, has an affair with his sister-in-law, and the woman who continues the string has other lovers.

All in all, this Fu family can be said to be rotten from the very beginning.

She couldn't see through Fu Yanli's face, because he was dead, he was a ghost, and a ghost has no face. So she had been thinking before, what happened to him?

It was definitely no accident that Fu Yanli became a ghost. The eleven archways outside the Fu family's old house were just a seal.

The Fu family's house has also been carefully decorated, as well as the big locust tree in the yard. Most people don't plant locust trees in the yard at home. As a big family, why would the Fu family be taboo?

Until this moment, when he saw everyone's faces clearly, Aruo had a clue.

This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy against Fu Yanli.