Chapter 108 The only difference is that he has become dependent on her.
The next day.
Everyone worked harder.
When Yu Hang saw this, he pulled the boy beside him who was moving old things and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
The day before, I was complaining about unfairness, but now everyone is silent.
The boy glanced around for a few times, and when he saw that someone was not there, he lowered his voice and said, "You don't know, that girl copied Buddhist scriptures all night yesterday. And the strange thing is that as long as she wants to put down her pen, the pen will chase her.
Head banging!"
Yu Hang was slightly startled, and a flash of understanding flashed in his heart.
These students are not human beings.
Even staying up late will not harm your body.
What Wen Yang did was just to teach those who want to be lazy a lesson.
**
After this little episode, in the days that followed, everyone was no longer so repelled by decoration.
Instead, I fell in love with the feeling of playing a construction game.
After solving the accommodation problem, the first thing to renovate is the kitchen.
Although they don't usually come into contact with Feng Lingche, it is still easy to tell from the few words said by Yu Hang and others that it is thanks to this 'Buddha' that they can eat delicacies from all over the country.
Soon, the time came for the day of frost.
As the old saying goes, if frost comes, eat red persimmons.
But the shop owner has never been a person who plays by common sense.
So on this evening, when they gathered around the dining table with great expectations, they fell into silence looking at the table full of side dishes.
"……hot pot?"
Wen Yang was holding her small porcelain bowl and mixing sesame sauce for dipping. Hearing this, she glanced at the boy who spoke and said, "It nourishes yang in spring and summer, and nourishes yin in autumn and winter. Is there anything wrong with eating hot pot?"
The boy who spoke was afraid of upsetting Wen Yang, so he quickly explained, "...No, no, it's just that I haven't eaten in a long time."
Jianghai City mainly serves seafood.
Almost no one eats hot pot.
Fortunately, the dining atmosphere was not broken.
There are wolfberry, lily, yam and other yin-tonifying ingredients in the base of the mandarin duck soup. After the mutton is put into the pot, the hot white mist is shrouded in the warm yellow light, enveloping the meat with a tantalizing aroma.
Pair it with freshly squeezed orange juice, which is both satisfying and refreshing.
Everyone ate heartily and thought tacitly that it would be great if we could live like this together.
Although the shopkeeper always gives people a feeling of being thousands of miles away, she is beautiful and eye-catching, and she has real skills, so I feel an inexplicable sense of security when I stay with her.
The point is, these delicacies are so delicious!
If they leave here, they may not have the chance to eat it again in their lives.
So when Wen Yang said that he would join the crew for filming and that Chen Yan would take care of the hotel in the future, everyone looked disappointed.
Even Zhao Jian, who was always silent while eating, couldn't help but ask, "Filming? This doesn't look like your character."
Wen Yang spread his hands and said, "They are all trapped by money."
Feng Lingche's hand holding the vegetables for her paused slightly, and he said with a half-smile, "Are you because your husband is poor?"
Wen Yang's face changed, and he quickly covered his mouth and shook his head.
I was too busy speaking out, forgetting that Feng Lingche was by my side.
His expression and warm tone were all too familiar. Last time, she just remembered what he said to the old man when she first met him, "My grandson has a pretty good waist," so she asked more curiously.
As a result, this bitch man spent an entire night proving himself...
**
When the meal was coming to an end, Fu Chenhong, who had been busy helping Wen Yang decorate the top floor of Feng Yue Building, also rushed back.
Ghosts can travel thousands of miles at night, although Zhou and He can see each other every day.
But there is very little time to eat together like now.
Zhou He liked to sing during his lifetime. After drinking two bottles of fruit beer, he got Fu Chenhong to sing a popular sweet song with the help of alcohol.
Chen Yan was so excited to watch on the sidelines that she couldn't help but stand beside the young couple to dance with them. Their soulful singing was like an oriole's, and their shadows were curling like willows. Yu Hang blushed and his heart skipped a beat.
Liu Xuan chewed peanuts and sat next to his good brother to eat melon silently.
I accidentally glanced back and saw a student diagonally across from me holding a three-year simulation and studying hard.
In shock, he almost bit his tongue!
Is this the academic gap?
Liu Xuan patted the peanut peel off his body, leaned over and touched the child with his shoulder, "Just have a good time during the festival. What are you asking for?"
This thing looks unlucky!
But the child was immersed in the ocean of knowledge and didn't hear what he said at all.
Liu Xuan blamed himself, curled his lips and sat back down.
Unexpectedly, after a while, the child suddenly stood up excitedly and threw the three-year simulation into the air.
He also yelled, "Hahaha, you can't trouble me at all!"
Liu Xuan: "..." I'm crazy.
Wen Yang sat next to Feng Lingche, propped up his snow cheeks with his elbows and looked at the group of people, his cheeks flushed with a hint of drunkenness.
Feeling Feng Lingche's gaze, she turned her head and looked over, her eyes smiling like crescent moons, "Is something wrong?"
There was a ripple in Feng Lingche's eyes as deep as a deep pool.
He said softly, "The crisis in Jianghai City has been resolved just like that?"
"uh-huh."
"Tiandaozi has given up treatment, and there is no need to use the vitality of the people in this city to extend his life." Wen Yang continued, "When Mo Xun gets the Soul Gathering Pearl and Liu Shulan wakes up, his lifespan will come to an end.
.”
Feng Lingche lowered his eyes slightly.
He didn't really care about Tiandaozi, but after this incident was over, the time for Wen Yang to join the group was coming soon.
During this period of time, Wen Yang no longer relied on the mysterious ice cold energy on his body as before.
With the necklace around Feng Lingche's neck that stored cold air, even if he opened the ghost gate to see Su Rao, his body temperature would not change much after he came back.
So does he.
The leg disease is cured, and the coldness in the body is no longer showing signs of poisoning.
No different from normal people.
If I have to say it, the only difference is that he has become dependent on her.
I couldn't see anyone for a while, and I felt uneasy.
Wen Yang didn't know what Feng Lingche was thinking.
Speaking of Tiandaozi, she suddenly remembered that she had been trying to contact Mo Xun during this period, but there was still no news.
Just as he was about to call Wu Bai and ask him if he could sense whether Mo Xun was alive or dead, as soon as he stood up, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Wen Yang turned around, and their eyes met in an instant. When they looked at each other, they were both stunned for a moment.
There is deep love and loneliness hidden in his eyes that will never be taken back.
She didn't know why she saw such emotion in his eyes, and almost subconsciously, she turned around and held the cold hand.
"I'm just going to make a phone call and I'll be back soon."
At this time, Feng Lingche had already calmed down his emotions, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said with a lazy smile, "Okay."
…
Prince's Mansion in the Underworld.
Wu Bai's large white robe was stained with blood.
Just half an hour ago, he had just led his men to hang a traitor from the underworld, and was now preparing to take a shower and change clothes.
Unexpectedly, there was a sudden stabbing pain in my heart.
As soon as his expression changed, he almost immediately thought of someone.