The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

"You sit here." He was referring to what she thought.

Fang Erlan didn't understand and asked, "Why? I'm so confused now, you give me an answer."

Xiao Shenyang still didn't answer her, but her curiosity was ruined.

"boarding."

"I do not."

Xiao Shenyang also didn't give her nonsense, directly carried it up and stuffed it into the back row, forcibly closing the door.

Poor Fang Erlan squeezed in the back row, staring angrily at the man in front.

But no matter how she glared, he never looked back and did not answer her questions.

After staggering for ten minutes, Fang Erlan could no longer sting when he saw the car going in an unknown direction, "Do you want to strangle me ?!"

"Undead."

"Honestly, is this millennial corpse the ancestor of your family?"

"Ancestral?" Xiao Shenyang asked with a twitch, "I'm so tall ... will there be an ancestor of one and a half meters?"

"It may also follow the genes of your male ancestors ... but, you say that she is not your relative, who is she? What does it matter to you? Shouldn't you really bring a body back to Qingyuan?"

"I'm ready for the cemetery. I'll take her to the crematorium." Automatically ignored her first two sentences and only answered the last sentence.

"Is n’t archeology like this to study on archeology? How could you let you be cremated and buried, and if you have a relationship with her, the archaeological team will let you take it away?"

"I do have something to do with her."

"Also said it wasn't an ancestor ..." Fang Erlan didn't even think about it elsewhere, and she didn't dare to think too much beyond her brain.

"She's the south window."

These five words are all stunned like the same thunder bomber.

It took a while for God to calm down.

"Southern window ..." She chewed the words, and asked, "what the **** is it ..."

Before, she thought that the woman named Nanchuang must be his favorite woman. Now, she has to overturn her conclusion, because this woman is a woman who has been dead for many years.

But if it was a woman who had been dead for so many years, why did he know her name so clearly, and still call her name after being drunk ...

A more terrifying fact seemed to have to penetrate her brain.

Although she was unwilling to believe.

"She is my favorite woman."

Fang Erlan raised her eyes suddenly, "How can ... she's been dead for so long, you obviously ... Couldn't ... you ... you ..."

He smiled wildly, acquiescing in her words, "Are you afraid?"

The smile hit her heart, making her breathless.

Fang Erlan's complexion turned pale and white gradually became transparent. She just felt as though she couldn't move.

Limbs are stiff, hands and feet are cold.

The blood seemed to circulate.

"You ... you ..." She swallowed, "Don't tell me, you live ... for many years."

Seeing her look in the rearview mirror, he had expected this scene long ago, this was just the beginning, and she was so frightened.

If you know everything, you can imagine ...

But there are certain things she has to know.

Sooner or later.

He wanted to tell her little by little, from now on.

Seeing him so silent, Fang Erlan asked, "Why don't you speak?"

"Say what?"

"Of course the answer is true ?!"

"it is true."

"What ?!" Fang Erlan covered her heart, "You're lying to me, right?"

"Why should I lie to you, or else I take you up the winding mountain, which you think is also false, is it your dream?"

"Oh my God ..." Fang Erlan's heartbeat speeded up. "How could the world ... how could there be people who have lived for so many years ..."

"What you don't know, what you haven't heard, doesn't mean it doesn't exist." His voice was a little soft.

"Then you can tell me, why are you with me? Since you love someone else, although she is dead, I know that I look nothing like her, why do you ..."

"I will tell you this answer later."

"Can you tell me now?"

"Not urgent."

"I'm anxious!"

He was restless, "then hurry."

"You bastard!" Stirred her curiosity and shut up.

He looked forward, holding the steering wheel in his hand, and said nothing to the crematorium.

It seemed that he had already greeted the crematorium.

When she got out of the car, she asked, "Can you tell me, why did the museum let you take this corpse?"

"Because I sent the flowers ... An Xiaomeng was sent to the museum, so An Xiaomeng greeted them and asked me to take them away. Can they let them?"

"Little Lemon ..."

Fang Erlan remembered that he had said to the sister Xiaomen that she had dreamed of coming back from the museum. She also mentioned the body, but An Xiaomen did not say at that time that she had taken the body ...

At that time did she know that this woman was Xiao Shenyang's favorite woman?

Inconvenient to say to herself or Xiao Shenyang not let her say it?

The former and the latter, she thinks they should be the latter.

According to Xiao Shenyang's temper, it seems to be almost the same.

Of course, it may also be that Xiao Lijie doesn't want to be nosy ...

He carefully carried the corpse from the co-pilot seat out of the car and walked towards it.

Fang Lan followed him.

He walked fast, and she didn't enter the main entrance until he put the body on the bed of the funeral home.

The beautician added makeup to the body.

Fang Erlan looked at the beautiful and charming figure on the bed, and had to admit that this woman, only one and a half meters tall, looked really pretty.

She looked at the corpse, then looked at Xiao Shenyang with a solemn look.

Holding his breath in silence, he was still digesting what he said in the car.

Because it is too incredible.

After seeing the corpse in the museum and spending a short time with the corpse in a car, in addition to feeling that the corpse has been kept intact, and feeling that the low-headed woman looks good, it is so impressive Apart from the shocking news, she had no other emotions on the body.

But when the corpse entered the incinerator, Fang Erlan didn't know what was going on, and her tears kept falling. She reached out and wiped her, and looked down at the crystal water on her fingers.

Before Xiao Shenyang found out, she wiped her tears cleanly.

When the funeral parlour handed the ashes to Xiao Shenyang's hands, he held the ashes without saying a word.

The ashes were placed in the back row, and the red ribbon was easily removed. Fang Erlan had to sit in the co-pilot position, but thinking of the ancient corpse sitting here before, she was somewhat cowardly.

"Are you going to the cemetery now?"

"Ok."

"Since it's your favorite woman, why do you burn it? It's so well sealed and you can watch it every day, don't you?"