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Chapter 222 Look, this is the suicidal man

Xiao Lingbao insisted on following Ling Yihan. Ling Xuanyan wanted to follow him, but he endured it and sent Ling Yixi.

In the Ling family, everyone's division of labor is very clear.

He wanted to spend more time with little Lingbao, but if he hugged Lingbao with both hands, he would not have the hands to bear the burden of the entire housework.

So, to be precise, he actually envied the heartless Ling Yixi.

Not only does he never have to worry about his family, but he can also accompany Ling Bao at any time.

Every time he saw the little Ling Bao calling him Uncle Sanhuo with a sweet smile and running towards him, he remembered Yan Yan when he was a child.

She was so young at that time, she called her brother with a smile and ran towards him.

He had a lot of time to grow up with her, but... he missed it in the end.



Ling Yixi and Ling Yihan came to the hospital with little Lingbao.

There was also a crooked head sitting on the roof of the car.

Along the way, I was greeting various unknown beings outside the car window:

"Hey, bro! Are you looking more depressed lately?"

"Hey, old girl, where are you going to be happy?"

"Why don't you see that half-body brother? Reincarnated? What good luck!"

"Yes, this is my master's car... My master is going out to do errands and take me to see the world!"

"No, no, no, don't give me paper money. Master will scold me if he finds out!"



It can be seen that the ghost relationship is quite good.

When he arrived at the hospital, Xiao Lingbao looked at him and said, "If you want to make such a noise again, just go back and memorize the Buddhist scriptures by yourself."

"Hush--" The crooked head pretended to make a look at the surrounding sentient beings.

This is also the first time for many sentient beings to see Master with a crooked head.

The ghost Crooked Head is said to be a ghost in the ghost world of the imperial capital. He must be a powerful person to be his master.

Of course, no one in the world would look down on Ling Bao just because she is a child.

Compared to the ghost world, children are generally more powerful ghosts.

They all looked at Little Lingbao curiously, and some felt the golden light hidden on Little Lingbao's body, and couldn't help but tremble a little, feeling yearning and fear at the same time.

There are too many living beings in the hospital. Some have just passed away, wandering and ignorant, not knowing where to go; some are old people who have been wandering around for many years, wandering around. The moment they saw little Lingbao, they noticed something, whoosh. It slipped away in a flash.

There were also people from the upper end of the food chain who came here specifically to have a tooth festival. They also found that there was something not right about the buffet they were eating tonight, so they all turned around and left.

He followed little Lingbao with his head tilted, his nostrils tilted upward.

He is neither one of those lonely ghosts nor some evil spirit, he is a ghost with a master.

One day in the future, there will be great blessings.

Several people quickly came to the agent's room.

There were only a few friends standing there, and when they saw Ling Yihan coming over, the expressions on their faces were a little meaningful.

There was a partner who probably had related interests and couldn't help but stepped forward: "Mr. Ling, I heard that you are leaving the circle..."

"We are here to visit friends." Ling Yixi is a qualified fly swatter, "Are you a paparazzi?"

Anyway, he is not afraid of offending people.

The other party was choked like this and looked embarrassed, but couldn't help but ask: "Excuse me, are you..."

"Uncle, tell everyone to leave quickly." Xiao Lingbao ordered crisply, "There is something in here, tilt your head, stop!"

Everyone seemed to have discovered little Lingbao just now.

"Is this Mr. Ling's niece?" In fact, many people in the circle have heard of little Lingbao's "prestige".

The Lu Xiang incident was later deleted again and again.

He also became famous in one battle...

Ling Yixi came here with bodyguards.

After hearing Ling Bao's words, they quickly started clearing the place.

After a while, all the irrelevant people were invited to the other end of the corridor and were not allowed to come near this side.

"Let's go in, uncle." Xiao Lingbao said to Ling Yihan.

I don't know why, but Ling Yihan always felt that before Ling Bao said this, he looked at his forehead carefully?

The door opened.

Ling Yihan's producer friend Cao Jincheng was lying on the bed. He had just washed his stomach. His hand was wrapped in a bandage that had just been bandaged. He was still in a daze, not particularly awake, but his eyes were looking at the ground to one side. , nodded slightly.

Little Lingbao pointed to the ground he was looking at, and said to Ling Yihan behind him, "Did uncle vixen see it? This is the suicidal ghost."

Ling Yihan was speechless...

If Ling Yixi hadn't still been here, he might have been unable to hold on to his image and sit down on the ground.

On the ground next to Cao Jincheng's hospital bed, a dark shadow was lying on the ground, kowtowing to Cao Jincheng non-stop, while kowtowing and muttering something in his mouth.

"What ghost? Where is the ghost?" Ling Yixi looked left and right, "What? Can Lao Qi see it? Lao Qi? Can you really see it? Why can't I see it?"

Why?!

Ling Yixi felt unbalanced.

"Don't be envious, uncle, a bastard." Xiao Lingbao quickly advised him, "If you see it, I will come to see you next time."

"Huh?" Ling Yixi immediately shook her head, "I can't see, I can't see. I can't see anything."

As soon as Ling Yihan heard what Xiao Lingbao said, his weak feet finally couldn't hold back and trembled.

"Ling Bao..."

"Uncle vixen, don't be afraid," Xiao Lingbao patted his hand. Uncle vixen was really timid, "Uncle, you just owe him money, you don't owe him his life. Zai Zai is here, he doesn't dare to do anything wrong. of."

She finally knew where the black air on Uncle Vixen's forehead came from.

It turned out to be the suicide ghost on the ground.

"Yi Han, are you here? Sit down..." At some point, Cao Jincheng finally noticed Ling Yihan. He was very weak now and had no energy to pay attention to Ling Yixi and Xiao Lingbao who were beside Ling Yihan.

"Brother Cao." Ling Yihan dragged the stool over and just sat down, but he quickly hugged little Lingbao and held him tightly in his arms, like he was holding a talisman.

Ling Yixi: "..."

Forget it, for the sake of him being so scared that his legs almost broke...

Let him hold Ling Bao for a while.

"Brother Cao, what's going on? Why can't you...can't think about it?" Ling Yihan didn't know if it was an illusion, but Ling Yihan felt that Cao Jincheng looked a lot more awake.

"It's a joke for you," Cao Jincheng seemed to have returned from a trip to hell. He didn't have anything bad to say. "You must have heard about my wife's divorce with me, right?"

We are all in the same circle, so don’t spread gossip too quickly. Of course Ling Yihan has heard about it.

But even though he had heard about it, he didn't care too much.

After all, this is someone else's life.

"She took everything away, and I left the house," Cao Jincheng said with a sullen look on his face. "I wasn't even allowed to see my children."

Ling Yihan tried his best to ignore the black shadow on the ground kowtowing and mumbling words, and asked: "Why is it impossible to cleanse oneself and leave the house?"


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