Xie Zhiming held up his wet hair, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Zhao Hanshu in scrutiny.

After Zhao Hanshu heard Xie Zhiming's words, he slowly turned his body over.

However, he did not get close, but talked to Xie Zhiming from behind the screen.

Zhao Hanshu was still a little nervous, lowered his eyes and clenched his index finger hard: "Miss Su, I really... I didn't really look at you on purpose."

"I don't care."

"How can you not care about this!" Zhao Hanshu seemed to be more excited than Xie Zhiming at this moment.

What women care about most is chastity.

After blurting out his words, he suddenly realized that he seemed too extreme.

Xie Zhiming was silent for a moment about Zhao Hanshu's excitement, and he said lightly: "What do you want?"

"I..., I..." Zhao Hanshu held it in for a long time but didn't say a complete sentence.

"Since you can't say it, then I'll say that this matter is just like this, don't mention it anymore." Xie Zhiming didn't want to talk too much to Zhao Hanshu about this matter.

The two may have different ideas and ideas due to the differences in the background of the times, so it is useless to say something more.

He was dressed well, nothing was exposed, and the areas he should have covered were covered. Just a look like this would not have such a big reaction.

After Xie Zhiming spoke, Zhao Hanshu responded in a low voice.

"When did you come back with me?"

"The night you and the butler arrived at the grave."

Zhao Hanshu remembered that even though Miss Su risked her life, she wanted to find out the cause of his death, and she was moved.

No one has ever cared about him so much in his life.

It was just that God was trying to make people do it, and Zhao Hanshu's lowered eyes became dark.

He thought to himself, if he was not him but his son, would he have another ending and could live his life with Miss Su.

"Zhao Hanshu." Xie Zhiming suddenly felt that the temperature in the room was much lower, and the biting coldness spread out around with Zhao Hanshu as the center.

At this moment, a light layer of black mist was lingering in Zhao Hanshu's body.

"Ah!" Zhao Hanshu suddenly came back to his senses. He suddenly realized that he was trapped in a devilish madness again, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"What are you?"

"I'm fine." Zhao Hanshu said immediately.

"What are you going to do in the future?" Xie Zhiming said hesitantly: "Is it going back to the Zhao family?"

Zhao Hanshu shook his head when he heard Xie Zhiming's words, his eyes firm: "I won't go back, even if it's a ghost."

“From the moment I died, I never had home again.”

Xie Zhiming was silent. Zhao Hanshu didn't want to meet the Zhao family, and he died in the Zhao family.

But Xie Zhiming was a little curious. Who killed Zhao Hanshu? Did he not want to take revenge at all?

Regarding Xie Zhiming's question, Zhao Hanshu's expression was a little complicated. His eyes flashed and he spitted out two words: "I don't want to."

"I know I will inevitably disturb Miss Su. Miss Su can ask Xiaolian to put my spirit card in a room tomorrow, and choose an auspicious day after a few days, and ask Master to move me out."

Zhao Hanshu didn't say a word, his head lowered a little, and his entire shoulders huddled together.

Xie Zhiming looked at the ghost who had fallen short in an instant through the thin screen, and looked very pitiful.

It was because he went to dig a grave to make a fortune that Zhao Hanshu was homeless. It didn't matter if he let him live in the Su family. He would leave this copy after completing the task.

Xie Zhiming said, "It's okay, just stay at the Su family. Tomorrow I will ask Xiaolian to put your tablet in the empty room next door. If you want to enter my room again, you must knock on the door and show up."

When Zhao Hanshu heard what Xie Zhiming said, his cheeks immediately flushed. If he didn't do this, he did something wrong, so he had to say quietly: "Okay."

However, Miss Su did not drive him out, which made him happy.

"I'm sleepy, ready to rest. Please take care of yourself." Xie Zhiming finished speaking and prepared to lie down.

After Xie Zhiming closed his eyes for a while, he heard a faint voice coming from another direction.

"Miss Su, my hair is wet, which is not good for my health."

Xie Zhiming had just fallen asleep, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed: "Quiet."

Zhao Hanshu closed his mouth and stopped saying a word. His eyes passed through the screen and quietly looked at the sleeping person on the bed.

"Turn your head over."

Zhao Hanshu paused and turned his head stiffly.

On the first morning, Xie Zhiming got up early. After opening his eyes, he saw Jing who was sitting next to the table motionless.

My body suddenly became tense, but I quickly reacted.

Fortunately, he was quite nervous. After experiencing a copy, he became somewhat resistant to supernatural things.

Soon Xiaolian walked over happily, holding a letter in her hand: "Miss, guess who sent this letter?"

"The master also said he wanted you to hurry up and go out early."

The moment Xiaolian appeared, Zhao Hanshu disappeared.

Xie Zhiming took the letter and opened it and found out that it was Yun Qingmo who wrote him. There was also a piece of peony petals in the letter, and the faint fragrance of flowers came to his face.

"Miss, read the letter first. I'll go and prepare the hot water for washing to come back soon." Xiaolian hurriedly ran out with a smile on her face.

Xie Zhiming finished reading the envelope expressionlessly. When he raised his eyes, he saw Zhao Hanshu sitting straight aside, his body motionless, and he looked straight ahead.

Xie Zhiming saw from Zhao Hanshu's physical movements that he was a little nervous.

Xie Zhiming didn't understand why Zhao Hanshu was nervous. He lowered his eyes and looked at the letter. Apart from some foggy love poems that made people read difficult to pronounce, there was only one content left. Yun Qingmo invited him to go out to Mingyue Lake to enjoy the scenery.

"What's wrong?"

"Ah?" Zhao Hanshu's body shook suddenly, and he turned his body stiffly: "Miss Su, what's wrong?"

"Do you know where Mingyue Lake is?"

"Mingyue Lake..."

Zhao Hanshu then turned his head slightly, revealing half of his face with smooth lines, and his crow-like eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was recalling memories. He paused and said, "Mingyue Lake is in the center of the town. There were few people in the morning, and the lake was full of water lilies. Under the morning light, the scenery was very beautiful, and there were a lot of food and fun around. There was a bookstore by the lake. I loved selling books there when I was alive. I didn't know if the store was still there, and there were still many books I hadn't finished reading. It was a pity..."

Zhao Hanshu felt that he had said too much, the light in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his words gradually disappeared, and then he changed his voice: "Is anyone asking Miss Su to go to Mingyue Lake?"

"Um."

"That person is quite considerate. Mingyue Lake is an excellent place to visit." A smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Hanshu's mouth, as if he was sincerely happy for Xie Zhiming again.

But this smile, in the pale background, and under the lower eyebrows, made people feel a little pity.

Xie Zhiming also thought so in his heart. Maybe he shouldn't have asked Zhao Hanshu just now.

Zhao Hanshu looks not very old. In modern times, he seems to be just an adult. This age is the most brilliant time in his life, and he is in his prime.

He had just seen a trace of light in Zhao Hanshu's eyes.

Xie Zhiming felt pity and said, "Do you want to go?"

When Zhao Hanshu heard this, he raised his head instantly, and a look of shock appeared on his face, a little unbelievable.

Can he go?

Zhao Hanshu's eyes were shiny, and he nodded without thinking too much.

But soon he seemed to think of something, and a tangled look appeared on his face. He frowned and said, "Or, I won't go anymore, Miss Su will make an appointment with someone..."

"It's okay, a ghost can't disturb anything." Xie Zhiming said.

Today he proposed to bring Zhao Hanshu because he only stayed in this copy for seven days in total. Now that the time has passed, he has no extra time to promise Zhao Hanshu other things.

It’s better to choose a date than to meet the date, just take it there by the way.

He didn't think there would be any problems. Zhao Hanshu said last night that he supported him to remarry. He felt that Zhao Hanshu was kind-hearted and well-versed.

"Can you go out during the day?"

"Yes, just bring a grease paper umbrella when you go out."

One person and one ghost will discuss it immediately.

【My me, I me, I!!! Oh my god! The anchor is really straight! Is this really okay?]

[I'll say, I'll say, this is the strongest ex-husband in history.]

[There are so knowledgeable and polite, understanding ex-husbands, really don’t have many, so you must cherish your husband, especially in comparison with the bloody comparison of the previous copy, which will be clear.]

[The one above said 10086, see how generous they are!]

【Although I also think Xiao Zhao is a little pitiful, do you really not care? qaq】

...

Xie Zhiming's live broadcast room was instantly quarreling about this conversation.

Soon Xiaolian came over, and Xie Zhiming asked her to prepare an oil-paper umbrella.
To be continued...