What should I do if the heroine escapes from the book?

Because he was "temporarily exorcised by the mage," Zhang Xinghu felt relaxed and grateful. The price of this house was also very good, and he sold it to Chu Ge at a low price that Zhu Mengmeng never expected.

When accompanying her to go through the transfer process, Zhu Mengmeng still seemed to be in a dream: "Oh my god, this house is almost one-third lower than the price I originally bought. Why can't I encounter such a good thing..."

Qiu Wuji couldn't help but laugh: "You can catch ghosts too, and you'll get something cheaper."

Zhu Mengmeng shook her head: "I don't know if there is a ghost, but I feel that this matter is very serious, similar to what happened at sea..."

Qiu Wuji said: "Mengmeng, you really have great potential, you are so sharp..."

"Bah, so you rescued this rapist? Maybe there were other things, like murder and arson that he hid and didn't tell." Zhu Mengmeng squinted at her: "You guys are willing to help him, just To buy a house cheaper? I can’t tell, Qiuqiu, is your sense of justice fake?”

Qiu Wuji looked at the back of Zhang Xinghu who was signing with Chu Ge at the counter, and said in a low voice: "Chu Ge has not been cured... The facts cannot be cured. Taking his pendant can really be considered as helping him... Do you want to Show your sense of justice and say that Chu Ge cheated money?"

Zhu Mengmeng immediately raised her chest: "This is the execution of justice! Wow, the tens of millions I gambled on the cruise ship were also the execution of justice, but there was no place to take it. I have to petition..."

Qiu Wuji rolled his eyes at her angrily.

Zhu Mengmeng looked at the counter in front of her and lowered her voice: "Hey, you go and sign too. Why are you just sitting here talking nonsense to me?"

Qiu Wuji asked curiously: "What should I sign? Chu Ge can just buy it."

Zhu Mengmeng hated the fact that iron is not made of steel: "Are you a pig? Only if you sign on the house will it be considered your share, especially if it is your pre-marital property. If you don't sign, you will suffer if he dumps you!"

Qiu Wuji scratched his head: "That house was originally bought with all the money he earned. Isn't it his house? It's his own thing. If he wants to give it to me, he can give it to me. It's normal if he doesn't give it to me. Besides, the house is already with him. Come on, what difference does it make if my name is on it or not? Do you want the pots and pans at home to be signed?"

Zhu Mengmeng: "?"

What kind of logic is this?

"Besides, how could he dump me..." Qiu Wuji snorted: "If he dumps me, it won't be a problem of the house, but his life!"

Zhu Mengmeng felt that she understood.

It turned out to be Jiang Zi, and the sword fairy was Niubi. Others used signatures to guarantee their security, but she used a sword.

Qiuqiu taught some basic mental skills before. Zhu Mengmeng always fishes for three days and sunbathes for two days. She treats it completely as a beauty function. Now it seems that she needs to learn more. Not only can she live longer, but she can also control her husband. !

But where is my husband... I burst into tears.

…………

"Well, we are going to renovate this house. Can Sister Mengmeng recommend a reliable decoration company?"

After moving in, Zhang Xinghu left all the furniture and found a moving company to move away his personal belongings. Chu Geqiu Wuji returned to Zhu Mengmeng's house to drink coffee, looked at Zhu Mengmeng's decoration with some envy and sighed.

Everything else about that house is good, but the decoration is too rustic.

The layout there feels like half Buckingham Palace and half an Indian temple, with gold everywhere, strange murals and a strange sense of body. Chu Ge felt that living there would lower the style of code writing by eighteen levels in the future.

Zhu Mengmeng said: "This is simple. I have a few little sisters who are engaged in design, and the decoration team is not a problem. I will help you with it, and I guarantee your satisfaction... But then again, Qiuqiu is a painter. Yes, don’t you design it yourself?”

Qiu Wuji's eyes lit up: "Yes, I do the design myself."

Chu Ge said: "Interior design and painting are two different things..."

Qiu Wuji put his hands on his hips: "Then I can also design it! There are no cultivators who don't understand civil engineering and feng shui, so you don't understand, but God... uh... it's embarrassing anyway."

Chu Ge kept his head silent.

The coffee Zhu Mengmeng brews is quite delicious. You know Feng Shui layout, but can you make coffee? Don't dare to say anything, you will be beaten if you do.

By the way, whether the coffee is good or not may not have much to do with how it is brewed, but more to do with the price of the coffee beans... Well, if we live nearby in the future, it seems that we can often drink the rich woman's coffee...

While he was wandering around thinking about how to live his life in the future, he heard Qiu Wuji say: "I heard the car rang. Zhang Xinghu moved his things. Do you want to go over and study the mural carefully? If it is shoveled down, you won't be able to see it anymore." "

Chu Ge shook his head: "I have sensed it. There is nothing wrong with the mural itself. It was made by the construction team here. It has nothing to do with Indonesia or anything. It's just that it was contaminated by his breath for a long time and had its own shape. It can respond to the meaning of the Suzaku in him. Just shovel it away. There is no problem with the house itself. If there is a problem, Mengmeng is so close that nothing will happen."

Qiu Wuji took out the pendant: "So the key is this? He asked for it in the temple in Indonesia."

"Well, this thing is just a little contaminated. It's a bit similar to the teapot that Sister Mengmeng used to sell. The purple sand ore has been contaminated by spiritual energy. It's not that it itself is rich in spiritual energy. The same is true for this one. It means that the meaning of Suzaku has been overflowed, itself. It doesn't come with it, so it doesn't mean much... So I suspect there is something wrong with this gold mine, or there is something wrong with the 'consecration' in the temple... If I really want to have clues, I still have to go to Indonesia."

Qiu Wuji pondered for a moment: "It's very important for you to write the plot of Heaven now. I can't get away from it. How about I go there? The comics will have to be delayed at most. Oh, by the way, the second season can be postponed for a while."

Zhu Mengmeng: "Nima..."

Before Zhu Mengmeng stormed off, Chu Ge immediately said: "There is no way I will let you go alone. I have already sent a message to my mother, asking her to send someone to investigate in advance, for example, let Yueying go take a look first. On my side... I may still have to steal some time into the book and save some manuscripts before I go back."

Qiu Wuji said "hmm" and gently held Chu Ge's hand without saying anything else.

In fact, life is comfortable and comfortable these days. The two of them watch dramas together and fight in maid disguises. It is very irritating. Even Qiu Wuji's real body's practice in the book has slowed down, and his attention is mainly focused on Here, I don’t really like to think about business for a while.

But I can’t do it if I don’t want to.

These things are the guarantee for everyone to be comfortable and comfortable in the future.

Zhu Mengmeng was so angry that her teeth ached when she saw the two men holding hands in front of her.

But as I listened, my mind was quickly diverted by certain keywords: "You mean...go to the book..."

Both looked up at her.

Since Zhang Qi, Yue Ying, and even Qin Fei'er, who was not very close to him, knew about this, everyone subconsciously did not hide it from Zhu Mengmeng. Logically, Zhu Mengmeng should have guessed it a long time ago, so there was no point in hiding it.

But I heard Zhu Mengmeng murmuring: "Can you take me there? Don't worry, I'm very good..."

Qiu Wuji asked curiously: "Why are you going there? There is no yoga or SPA inside. I have taught you all the basic practice methods you want. If you don't practice it yourself, it will be the same wherever you go."

"No..." Zhu Mengmeng clenched her fist: "That's the world of immortals. There are very handsome male swordsmen, right..."

Chu Ge silently drew a picture of Yan Qianlie's face with bared teeth and a ferocious grin: "This kind of thing?"

"……no."

Chu Ge drew another Sima face of the Poison Hand Demon Lord: "This kind?"

"No!" Zhu Mengmeng stormed: "Your wife is not pregnant, don't play tricks on me, I want a handsome boy, a handsome boy!"

The young couple laughed.

"Go in if you want to." Chu Ge Youyou collected the drawing paper and whispered: "Sister Mengmeng is a lucky general... Back then Qinglong, now Suzaku, are all related to Sister Mengmeng... I doubt that Sister Mengmeng will go in Afterwards, there will be surprises that we don’t know about.”

Zhu Mengmeng was overjoyed: "Of course, dad said in his divination that I am the most blessed little pig!"

Qiu Wuji looked at Zhu Mengmeng thoughtfully.

This Zhu has nothing to do with Xiaozhu...

If I had to force metaphysics, would it be Suzaku's Zhu?