Chapter 1290 Come and Worship Me, I Will Bring You Wealth 21

Chu Ci subconsciously followed the habit she had when making fish, stepped on the spot and turned around.

He blinked his eyes, seeming to realize that this action was a bit silly. He pursed his lips, looked around, breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one saw him, and then quietly walked towards Fu Su's house.

He stuck his little head out and looked inside through the gap in the door.

Fu Su was feeling uncomfortable, and since he was at home, he was naturally not so vigilant, even though he had heard the sound of water just now.

But I just thought it was my little ancestor who got up and made a fuss in the middle of his sleep.

He frowned and turned over, upset by the headache that came from time to time.

I couldn't sleep, felt uncomfortable, and felt that the light was a bit dazzling, but I didn't want to ask anyone in, and I didn't want to move.

Fu Su just lay on the bed, thinking about what happened during this period.

The development of various things was so miraculous that he couldn't help but begin to believe in the existence of some strange things.

Thinking of this, he spoke in a very low voice. At that moment, Chu Ci was discovered by him.

As a result, I heard his voice sounding like he was talking to himself, "Is there a ghost? Help me turn off the lights."

Chu Ci paused for a moment, and the corners of her lips twitched.

Are you sure you just have a cold and not a brain disease?

Why do I think you are seriously ill?

It was expected that no one answered. Fu Su stared at the ceiling and added, "Xu Ji will come to deliver cakes tomorrow. I'll give you the cakes if you help me."

He doesn't like things like pastries, but because he cooperates with Xu Ji, he still accepts what should be accepted, but these things are very popular with others.

Every time he came, he would be stopped by his father's concubines to divide it up. Since they didn't like it, he didn't have any objections.

But now he has moved out, and the new products that are delivered every quarter are still to be selected. He thought of it and said it casually.

His voice was hoarse and low, talking to himself, and irritated.

Only after he finished speaking did he realize how stupid his behavior was.

Fu Su twitched the corners of his lips and sneered. His eyes were full of rage. He pulled the quilt and was about to turn over.

Then I heard a soft and waxy girl's voice coming from the darkness outside the door, "Pastry...can I have sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Fu Su was stunned for a moment, confirming that there was no memory of this voice in his memory.

He just mentioned it casually.

Is there really a ghost? ?

He suddenly sat up and regained consciousness. His hand had already reached under the pillow and touched a sharp knife that he had been sleeping on for a long time. He held the handle of the knife and pulled it out.

Then a slight crunching sound was heard.

The wooden door that was originally open a small crack was pushed open a little, and a small head poked in, only half of his face was exposed, blinking his big black eyes.

The golden pattern on the forehead and the gorgeous silver hair are particularly shining under the illumination of the warm candle lamp.

Her white and tender little hands were just on the door, her eyes were slightly bright, with a bit of expectation.

An exquisite and incredible little girl.

As a businessman, you naturally want to remember everyone you deal with.

And this little girl is too delicate. If he had seen her, she would be very impressed.

But he didn't have the slightest impression of this little girl.