Meng Li was already lying on the bed. She opened her newly closed eyes and glanced at him lazily.
"Didn't the second brother say that? He is masked, of medium height, and has no other characteristics at all. How can you check?"
Although there was an agreed-upon location, but the person was taken away and made such a big noise, that person would definitely not show up.
"You can give it a try."
Meng Li said: "If you can find out, I will give you a bottle of Maotai liquor, the large-capacity kind, and you can treat your brothers and friends to drink it."
Lu Mu lowered his eyes, not knowing what he thought of, and his eyelids moved slightly.
When I was about to walk out, I felt a dull pain in the back of my head.
By now I am no longer drunk at all, so this kind of pain seems a bit abnormal.
"Show me."
The man sat down on the edge of the bed.
"What are you looking at?" Meng Li was about to sleep.
"The back of my head hurts a little, I don't know what it is."
Meng Li couldn't help but cough, and looked away with a guilty conscience.
"Didn't you drink too much yesterday? This is normal. It may be fine in a day or two."
But she also thought, it was the man who was wrong first, so why did she feel guilty, huh.
Turning his gaze back, he met the man's searching eyes.
"Do you know what's going on?"
It was probably because the man had an irresistible aura at that moment, and Meng Li felt faintly weak.
Meng Li suddenly became a little angry and sat up from the bed.
"Yes, I did it."
The man's pupils slowly dilated, appearing a bit darker, and there was an even more pressing sense of oppression.
Meng Li was now sure that this man was by no means an ordinary person.
There was a feeling that she was going to harm him and he was ready to deal with her.
Meng Li said hard: "You were drunk, so you pressed on me. If I didn't do this, my innocence would be lost."
Lu Mu frowned: "Is this the case?"
No wonder he said he couldn't remember some things last night.
"What did I lie to you for? What's the benefit of wrongly accusing you? If I wanted to harm you, I would have to wait until this night."
Meng Li snorted and said.
"I'm messing with a yellow-flowered girl."
"What about you?" Lu Mu asked back.
Meng Li was surprised: "Me?"
"That night, when your hand moved around, what did you touch?"
Meng Li's face suddenly became hot: "I didn't mean it."
"Then I didn't mean it."
Meng Li: "..."
"Tit for tat, just right."
"But you hurt the back of my head."
"..."
Meng Li couldn't help but hold her forehead. Why did she end up wrong in the end?
"I just pricked it with a silver needle. I won't feel anything tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow at the latest. You have to argue with me. What if I don't do this and you do something to me?"
"This is how things should be done between husband and wife."
Meng Li's eyes widened: "Lu Mu, you haven't thought this way for a long time, right? Let me tell you, I don't have feelings for you now, and I probably won't in the future, so don't mess around."
The man snorted coldly: "It sounds like I am very interested in you."
He stood up and left, leaving a cool breath everywhere.
Meng Li breathed a sigh of relief. It was fine that he was not interested.
Maybe it's because as a young man, full of energy, and there is a woman lying next to him, sometimes it is inevitable - well, I understand.
Zhang Qiaoer sat in the yard and embroidered handkerchiefs. After the embroidery was completed, he would sell it on the street every day.
Suddenly I felt something flashing past my eyes.
Zhang Qiaoer subconsciously raised his head, but there was nothing in front of him.
She thought she must have seen it wrong, so she lowered her head and continued to embroider the handkerchief. The one in her hand was a mandarin duck handkerchief. She just didn't know whether to give it to Lu Mu or Meng Wu. She had been hesitating.
There was another whooshing sound, as if the air was stirred by something.
Zhang Qiaoer was startled. This time she looked up quickly and saw a black figure flying across the front yard and disappearing around the corner.
"Ah." Zhang Qiaoer shook and the flower bag fell to the ground.
She really saw that it was a human-shaped black shadow with a dark face, like a loach, it flashed past her eyes and disappeared.
What is this if not a ghost?
Zhang Qiaoer didn't dare to stay in the yard anymore, so she ran to the room.
After being quiet in the room for a while, Zhang Qiaoer felt that he must have hallucinated just now. How could there be a ghost in broad daylight?
Even so, it took her a while to stabilize her emotions, but she really had no intention of embroidering a handkerchief now.
She planned to take a break and wake up sober.
Just then when I lay down on the bed, I heard another whooshing sound, and the black shadow floated past the window again.
Zhang Qiaoer was just 100% sure now, her face was as pale as paper, she rolled off the bed and jumped out of the door.
"Ghost, there is a ghost."
"Wherever there is a ghost, there is a ghost." Mr. Ma was cooking in the kitchen when he heard this and came out with a spatula.
Zhang Qiao'er trembled and said: "A black shadow with a black face floated in front of me several times. Mom, it's so scary. I'm afraid it's not my longevity and it's coming to take my life."
When Ma heard this, he couldn't help but cursed: "What unlucky words you said, you are only a few years old."
As he spoke, he looked around the yard and asked: "Where is the ghost? You are dazzled and you haven't done anything wrong. Why is the ghost still knocking on your door?"
The words "unfortunate thing" reminded Zhang Qiao'er, and she suddenly thought, didn't she just do something embarrassing?
She became even more uneasy. Could it be that because of that incident, she was targeted by Yama Bodhisattva?
However, she didn't do this herself.
When the sun went down, people from the Zhang family who worked in the fields came back one after another.
Zhang Qiaoer pulled Zhang Laowu to one side of the house.
"Uncle Five, something happened."
Zhang Laowu is about 25 years old, of medium height and ordinary appearance.
It was time to eat soon, and he was a little unhappy to be dragged here.
"What's up, Qiao'er, what are you doing in such a panic?"
"That matter seems to have been discovered." Zhang Qiaoer stamped her feet anxiously.
"What is it?" Zhang Laowu pretended to be confused, pretending to understand.
"You go to the refugee village to find trouble with the second-rate people." Zhang Qiaoer lowered his voice and said it after seeing that there was no one around.
"Who discovered it? Impossible. I went there wearing a black cloth. I wasted a few taels of silver and the matter didn't get done."
Zhang Laowu got angry when he thought about it. He originally wanted Lu Mu and Meng Li to reconcile, but Lu Mu became the husband-in-law of the Zhang family. The Zhang family used his good fortune to prosper, and they had countless silver coins.
Who would have thought that these second-rate men are all useless, and they can't even handle a weak woman.
"Humans can't see it, but King Yama can see it. Ghost Bodhisattvas can see it. They all sent ghost messengers." Zhang Qiaoer's voice trembled.
The two of them were arguing and didn't notice that a figure left silently behind the banana forest in the side yard.
