Spiritualist sweet wife

Until I got on the bus, I found that the woods standing by the bus looked strange. It was as if he had seen something that made him extremely afraid.

fear? fear?

In the warm impression, the forest has always been careless, fooling around and fearless. How could this suddenly make her feel like this?

"Zi Teng, you... Shouldn't be..."

Zi Teng's lip angle pulled out a radian: "so, are you going to work together?"

"Bah! Are you kidding! Zi Teng, I'll ask you for a long holiday. I'm going abroad!"

As Lin Zi said, she disappeared in front of the warm, which made her inexplicable and looked at Zi Teng wrongly.

Zi Teng, laughing?

Why does this man even laugh so creepy!

"How did the forest run?"

That kind of speed, without running, seems to be described by other words.

"Oh!"

Zi Teng still smiled, but didn't answer. He just started the engine and drove the car slowly away from the gate of the police station.

"Cut!"

Facing Zi Teng's disregard, warmth just returned with disdain. She is now full of things after seeing the ghost of Xiao Yuan, and it is difficult to care about it.

The black Maybach was driving in the city and soon came to a high-end commercial building community. Zi Teng stopped the car and said, "get off!"

here we are?

Warm looked around with some doubt. He opened the door obediently, followed Ziteng, turned around, got on and off the elevator, and finally stopped in front of a door.

The black door is particularly abrupt among the high-grade anti-theft doors all around. Warm just wanted to ask, but saw the black door suddenly open with a "squeak". It really scared her.

Zi Teng seemed particularly calm and went in with the trend. Helpless, even though there are many questions in my warm heart, I have to walk in together.

When I entered the room, I found that the atmosphere of the whole room was strange. It's morning now, but heavy curtains are pulled everywhere in the room, which seems to deliberately block the entry of the sun.

"Yo! What's the wind blowing today? It's actually blowing the director of Tangtang Guiling office?"

Suddenly, a deep and ethereal female voice came from behind the warm, and looked back subconsciously. I don't know when there was a woman standing behind me.

The woman wears a red tight Hip Wrap Skirt with a tall and slender figure. Warm unconsciously lower your head and look at yourself. It seems that compared with her, you really can't tell the front chest from the back!

The woman's eyes swept from Zi Teng's face and fell on the warm body. The black pupil was suddenly tight.

"Zi Teng, you know my rules here!"

Obviously, the woman's tone became unhappy.

"I know!"

Zi Teng's words were tepid, and he couldn't even hear any emotion: "she's from the strange spirit office!"

In other words, warmth is his person!

"Yo? New people are coming to the office?"

When the woman heard Ziteng's words, her gloomy face eased a little. Warm and embarrassed smiled at the woman, but noticed that her attention didn't seem to be on herself at all.

Looking left and right, it was clear that he was looking for someone.

Sure enough, Zi Teng's words just confirmed the warm conjecture.

"Stop looking! He didn't come!"

The son Teng lightly said a sentence, then lifted the steps under his feet, walked to a black wooden chair in the middle of the room and sat down.

"Who said I was looking for him?"

A burst of bitterness on the woman's face, and then she also went to the opposite side of Ziteng and sat down. There was a square table just between them.

"Come on, what can I do for you?"

Said, the woman did not know where to touch a cigarette and lit it gracefully and calmly. Put it on your lips and suck hard? It seems to vent your dissatisfaction.

Zi Teng didn't reply immediately, but turned his head and looked at the warmth of still standing in place at a loss. Those eyes, as if with magic, let the warmth come forward involuntarily.

Although Zi Teng didn't say anything, his intuition told him that the woman in front of him was the one who could let her see the ghost of Xiao Yuan.

"Hello, sister! My name is warm. I'm Zi Teng's assistant. In fact, today is the soul of a friend I want you to help me find."

Warmth did not know where the courage came from, and finished his words in one breath. But the woman just glanced at it indifferently, as if she were looking at an object.

"Come on!"

He took a fixed look at Zi Teng sitting at the table and saw that he didn't mean to refute at all. The woman immediately knew it in her heart. He snuffed out the half lit cigarette in his hand.

It's just, when will Zi Teng help people?

Warm heart next joy, hurriedly sat down in the position next to Zi Teng and faced the woman.

"Thank you, sister!"

"Stop! Don't call me sister!"

Where does she look older than this little girl? Just... Mature!

"Er..." what do you call me if you don't call me sister? From entering this room to now, the woman doesn't seem to give her a good face, let alone tell her name.

"Call me Mary!"

"Oh!"

Warmth seems to be well adjusted by quilt Teng, who quietly promised.

The woman's meaningful eyes jumped one by one on the warm and Zi Teng's face, then picked up the lighter and lit a white candle on the table.

"Go ahead! The name and year of birth and death of the person you are looking for."

"Xiao Yuan was born on September 1, 1996 and died on June 15, 2014."

Because I once helped Lin Fengjiao register with the student union, I still know the warmth of Xiao Yuan's birthday.

"Remember so clearly, your boyfriend?"

Mary just asked casually, but it was obvious that the eyes of a black man opposite her suddenly became fierce and frightening.

"No! Just a classmate with a good relationship!"

I don't know why I'm in a hurry to explain.

"Whatever!"

Mary replied faintly, then her eyes tightened, stretched out her hands and put them on the table: "give me your hand!"

Warm and obedient, he stretched out his hands and put them in Mary's palm. Mary's palm is very cold. It doesn't have the temperature that a woman should have. Somehow, when Mary held her hands so tightly, she suddenly thought of the man sitting next to her in her warm mind.

I don't know if Ziteng's hands are so cold. It must be. He usually looks cold. What's the temperature!