Chapter 145 [062] Long Zhutian's SMS

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After everything was done, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night. Yang Zimei was worried about her parents' worries, so she didn't leave much to go home.

Murong Yunqing wanted to drive her back in person, but she refused.

He had just been entangled by an external spirit. Although he was fine now, he was still weak and prone to accidents while driving. She didn't want to make fun of her life, so she refused.

Murong Yunqing had no choice but to ask Xiao Qiang to send her back.

As soon as Yang Zimei left, Madam Murong asked Murong Yunqing, "Yunqing, who is she? Why haven't I heard of such a young girl in City A before? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I don't believe she saved you from a ghost."

"I'm not sure either." Murong Yunqing touched the jade gourd on his neck with his fingers, thinking of Yang Zimei's obsidian pupils, a strange emotion surged in his heart.

"What I'm even more angry about is that the famous Master Jiang is actually afraid of ghosts!" Old Madam Murong said angrily, "I didn't expect that he was the real god of money cheating. He cheated a lot of money in the past. It has to come back."

Murong Yunqing glanced at his mother helplessly. If she hadn't believed that Jiang Mengran was burning incense indiscriminately, she would not have suffered such a disaster.

As for Jiang Mengran!

His black eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of coldness in the bottom of his eyes—

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When Yang Zimei returned home, her father did not go back to the room to sleep, but sat dozing off in the living room.

Seeing her come back, Yang Qing stood up abruptly, with a relieved expression on his face, "Niuniu, you are finally back."

Seeing that her father had been waiting for her to come back, Yang Zimei's heart surged with warmth, and a thin layer of mist shrouded her eyes.

It is good to have family members and parents. No matter where you are or what you do, you are always cared for, instead of being lonely like you were in your last life.

"Dad, thank you."

"Thank you for what? Don't go out in the middle of the night to worry me. You are a girl, and you will be in danger." Yang Qing taught her a lesson with a stern face.

"Yeah." Yang Zimei nodded, suddenly stood on tiptoe, and kissed Yang Qing on the cheek, "It's great to have a father, father, I love you!"

Yang Qing was a little overwhelmed by her sudden kiss, but her eyes turned red involuntarily, thinking that she was completely broken ten years ago, and she had been lonely on the mountain for ten years. Now she has the opportunity to enjoy family relationships, but she is young At a young age, I began to take on the financial responsibilities of the family, fortune-telling, etc. I don't know if I will commit five evils and three deficiencies in the future, and I will die alone.

Every time he thinks of this, his heart aches and he hates himself for being powerless.

Seeing her father's red eyes, Yang Zimei felt the urge to cry.

She reached out and hugged her father's shoulder, then raised a smile and said, "Dad, it's late at night, go back to your room to sleep, I'm tired too."

Yang Qing stretched out a rough hand and touched her head, "Well, have a good rest."

"Dad, good night."

Yang Zimei returned to her room, lay lazily on the bed, saw the mobile phone on the desktop, and couldn't help but bring it over, only to find that there were several text messages in it.

"Brows—"

"are you asleep?"

"I can not sleep--"

"I want you to sleep with me—"

Looking at the text messages sent by these four dragons day by day, the image of him lying with his arms around her appeared in her mind, her ears couldn't help burning red, and her heart was like a stone being thrown, and waves rippling...

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