Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Chapter 163 Text Message Content

"Oh, just talking casually." Aman stood up and looked down at her: "I don't want to do things against the sky, you are so naive."

why is it like this……

Tears rolled in her eyes, and she felt her tense nerves almost burst.

After all, the blow of losing the ghost king was repeated twice, which made her unacceptable.

"However, just because I don't want to do it doesn't mean I can't do it." A ball of red light was brewing in his hand, which looked very beautiful.Oman looked at the masterpiece in his hands with admiration: "However, there is a price to pay."

"What price?" Cheng Moxun asked without thinking.

"Because he disturbed the order of reincarnation, he was convicted and sent to hell." Aman moved the red light to Cheng Moxun: "There are thousands of sins in hell, and there are not a few of them who escaped...Look."

Cheng Moxun's eyes widened, the red light in front of her eyes was a bit glaring, but she still tried her best to look directly at her.

A picture faintly appeared in the center of the red light, which looked like a scene of ink painting.

There are mountains and water on it, and there are countless strange buildings.

Finally, Cheng Moxun finally noticed that there were still many moving dots in the picture.

Zooming in on the screen, those little dots turned out to be ghosts with blue faces and fangs.

They are dancing with their hands and feet, or holding a mallet high; some are running on the plains, and some are circling in the mountains and rivers.

"This is a simplified picture of hell." Oman saw that she was fascinated, and simply snuffed out the red light in his hands: "Those moving things are all lonely ghosts and some ghosts who escaped punishment."

"Why show me this?" Cheng Moxun swallowed.

"If I can catch a few good fugitives and go back..." Oman's smile was a little weird, and the arc of her mouth was a little too wide: "Maybe I can use this credit to temporarily resist the punishment of the ghost king."

"What's your condition?" Cheng Moxun asked vigilantly, "Is it a game again?"

"No, this time it's a win-win proposal." In just one sentence, Oman's mouth had already grinned to the base of his ears, and his white fangs were exposed.

Her pupils were glowing red, and the whites of her eyes were astonishingly large.

Cheng Moxun's face turned pale, and she pressed her back against the bathtub in a panic, trying to scream but couldn't make a sound.

"Think about it." Oman's huge mouth opened and closed strangely, making a voice like a man and a woman talking at the same time: "This time is not a game, I can bring you the desired result."

There was some noise at the door, it sounded like someone was arguing.

Cheng Moxun looked at Aman in surprise.

"I'll look for you again." Oman stretched out his slender hands and wiped his face, and the originally flirtatious facial features instantly returned to his face.

Then she backed away slowly, her body gradually became transparent, and the red light covering the bathroom also dissipated as she moved.

Finally, the moment she completely disappeared, the bathroom door was also slammed open!

Xu Ziyu rushed in. He looked at Cheng Moxun who had his shoulders exposed on the water, opened his mouth slightly, and something flashed in his eyes.

He strode forward and pulled the bathrobe off the shelf.

Then he picked Cheng Moxun out of the water with one hand, and put the bathrobe on her body with the other hand.

The whole movement was done in one go, and it took less than three seconds before and after.

"Do you know that I'm going crazy!" Xu Ziyu roared in a low voice. After confirming that Cheng Moxun's package was tight, he hugged it horizontally: "What the hell are you doing?"

"I..." His voice was a little hoarse, mixed with a strong nasal sound. Seeing Xu Ziyu's face darken, Cheng Moxun was too frightened to speak again.

"Damn it, your lips are turning purple!" Putting Cheng Moxun carefully on the bed, Xu Ziyu reached out to touch her cheek.

Feeling the cold touch, his brows were tightly locked together: "What the hell are you doing! Do you know that your face looks terrible now!"

"I know..." Cheng Moxun tried to sit up, but was pushed down by Xu Ziyu, and before he could react, the soft and thin blanket was already covering him.

Standing at the door, Xu Jia watched the interaction between these two people who treated others as if they were air, and felt his teeth a little bit acidic.

He wrinkled his nose, pursed his mouth, and signaled the bodyguards to follow him to the living room with his eyes.

"Give me an explanation, Cheng Moxun." Xu Ziyu sat on the side of the bed, and he could see that there were still some tiny beads of sweat on his forehead: "My heart is about to jump out."

Cheng Moxun bit her lower lip, thinking about how to answer.

Do you want to tell him that you just saw a... female ghost in red in the bathroom?

Just like in City C before, the ghost body was recruited again?

Will this man be more irritable than now?

"Say it!" Xu Ziyu was still urging, his eyes locked tightly on Cheng Moxun's face, for fear of missing any information.

"Uh..." Cheng Moxun's mind went blank, she really couldn't think of any good reason.

Moreover, she felt dizzy at the moment, and couldn't lift her eyelids.

That woman named Aman made her sick...

"President, the steamed stuffed bun is ready." The secretary held the bag and gently knocked on the half-open door: "Do you want me to send it in?"

Steamed buns stuffed with plums!

Xu Ziyu's eyes flickered for a moment, he looked at Cheng Moxun with a tired expression, sighed deeply, and asked softly, "Eat something, okay?"

In Cheng Moxun's mind, he had already forgotten about the steamed stuffed bun.

She frowned slightly and shook her head.

"Let's put it outside first." Xu Ziyu raised his voice slightly and shouted towards the door.

The secretary turned his head to look at Xu Jia who was sitting on the sofa and devoured the steamed stuffed bun, silently clenched the insulated box tightly in his hand.

"The taste is very strange." A box of steamed buns was quickly eaten up. Xu Jia raised her head and looked at the insulated box in the secretary's hand with glowing eyes: "Miss Secretary, is this steamed stuffed bun made quickly?" ah."

"There is a specially dispatched chef, waiting for you at any time." The secretary hugged the insulated box even tighter, fearing that Xu Jia would ask for it.

"So that's how it is." Xu Jia stroked his stubble, looking a little unsatisfied.

But when he saw the secretary's increasingly nervous expression, he suddenly burst into laughter: "Why are you like A Yu, so easy to take jokes seriously."

The secretary blinked a few times before realizing that Xu Jia was deliberately teasing herself just now.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and went to the tea table to put the thermal box away.

"I can't tell the taste of the buns, but they are surprisingly delicious." Xu Jia lay lazily on the sofa, crossing her hands on her knees.

He tilted his head and looked at the door of the bedroom. After a long time, a urchin-like smile appeared on his face: "My little brother and sister are very interesting."

The phone vibrated four times.

Ai He'er's attention was completely on the TV, and she didn't hear anything else.

"Xia's press conference may have something to do with the Xu family's marriage." The female reporter stood at the door of the Xia's hotel, the background was a bit noisy, and it seemed that there were many news media.

"However, it has been more than an hour since the time written in the invitation letter, and the hotel staff has been refusing to let us in." The female reporter faced the camera with a look of displeasure: "We are inquiring further about the specific reason."

As soon as the screen changed, it switched to the advertisement.

Maybe call and ask.

Ai He'er was thinking so, while grabbing the mobile phone placed on the other side of the sofa.

The screen lights up, and a huge reminder subtitle jumps into view: Unread SMS × 4.

Hisoka's face vaguely appeared in her heart, and she decisively clicked on the inbox.

Sure enough, all four text messages were written in Italian.

"People who have already died once, why should they come back again!"

"No one wants to see you disappear more than I do."

"If you step into the castle again, your death will come from that moment on."

"You can't guess who I am, so it's over!"

The content of these four text messages is not long, but full of resentment.

Through the screen, Ai He'er was a little dumbfounded.

She thought that her Italian was already at the level of her mother tongue, but these words still made her question her comprehension ability for the first time.

So I deliberately copied and pasted those words, took them online and translated them online, and the meaning she got was exactly the same as what she understood.

Judging from the content of the sentences, the possibility of sending these text messages by mistake is relatively low.

Because every word is aimed at her.

Ai He'er looked back and forth several times, and finally stopped on the last text message.

"Let's end here." The five big characters seem a bit uncomfortable.

What does this sentence mean, do you want to end something here?

Then she needs to determine who is sending these text messages to herself.

The number is new, except for Hisoka, who is a hacker, who can find her number so quickly?

But no matter how you look at it, it is not Hisoka's tone.

Moreover, the person who sent the text message had obviously done something wrong; Ai Heer's contact column on the text message interface showed unknown.

If it was Hisoka, he wouldn't do such a thing in front of her.

If it was someone else, who would have such confidence?She is confident that she is invincible in the field of technological gadgets except Hisoka.

Ai He'er rolled her eyes, she wanted to track down this unknown mysterious person.

But the second she had this idea, she killed it directly.

She went through the text message again and found that the other party was just threatening herself.

It seemed that the other party was brooding over the fact that she failed to die in the fire and showed up well.

He even threatened her not to set foot in the castle again.

It looked like someone from the castle, maybe not even the woman who was with Hisoka all day.

That's what it means.

But she didn't want to involve herself in it.

According to the content of the text message, she analyzed it again.

Just not going back to Hisoka, not going back to that castle.

She can live a peaceful life.

Well then, that's what she wanted.

To hide the discomfort in her heart, Ai He'er bit her lower lip and deleted the four text messages one by one.

Then seeing Hisoka's text messages lying tightly in the inbox, she slid out the option to delete, but hesitated.

His fingers hovered over the screen for a long time, but he finally gave up.