MAIR

Chapter 117

I'm not short of money

Although the auntie and Song Yimian didn't understand what charades they were playing, they still bought and happily prepared a plate of fat intestines, based on the principle that the minority needed to obey the majority.

The aunt left after cooking, leaving only four people and one ghost in the room.

Chu Mei Bo saw Tang Wanjun staring longingly at the plate of fat intestines. She couldn't bear it and put them in front of an empty seat.

Tang Wanjun excitedly floated around Chu Mei Bo, and then sat obediently in her seat.

But before she could enjoy it, Song Yimian who just came out of the kitchen, naturally picked up the plate of fat intestines and put it back in front of Chu Mei Bo.

"Isn't this what Sister Mei asked for? Why put it so far away?"

Chu Mei Bo and the other people watched helplessly as Tang Wanjun, who was originally looking lovely and sweet, angrily turned into a ghost bleeding from the seven orifices, and seemed about to rush up to bite Song Yimian.

Song Yimian sneezed and touched his neck puzzled. "Why is it a bit cold all of a sudden?"

Chu Mei Bo, Shen Huai and Ye Cang: "..."

Finally, Shen Huai couldn't watch it anymore and put the plate of fat intestines back in front of Tang Wanjun.

In Song Yimian's confused face, Shen Huai had to explain in one more sentence, "This is an offering to an elder."

When he said that, Song Yimian understood. He just scratched his head. He never thought that the elite, such as Brother Shen, was also so superstitious.

Shen Huai felt helpless. He was a firm atheist once, but since meeting the ghosts, he had gone further and further on the path of feudal superstition.

Tang Wanjun finally enjoyed the fat intestines that belonged just to her. Although as a ghost she could not eat them, she was still very happy just watching and smelling them.

Even though she was restricted by her company before her death and couldn't always eat fat intestines, she could still eat them several times when she seized the opportunity. But in the long years after her death, Tang Wanjun hadn't even smelled the flavour of fat intestines, which often made her very depressed. Why did she have to stay in Hong Kong Hall? The place she most cherished should be a fat intestines shop!

After dinner, Shen Huai had to go to the company to deal with the work backlog, but before he went, he made a special agreement with Tang Wanjun.

Due to the encounters with the previous bosses, Shen Huai had already gained some experience. No one knew what could happen all of a sudden, and there were no rules for resurrection. If he was not careful, Tang Wanjun could come back to life where he couldn't see it.

If he found out in time, he could still be able to find her and take her to the hospital, but in case he didn't notice and nobody else saw it, no one knew what would happen after Tang Wanjun's next death.

But he didn't tell Tang Wanjun about it, he just told her not to leave his sight.

Tang Wanjun was puzzled and murmured a few words, but she had no choice if she wanted to go out with Shen Huai.

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Shen Huai and Ye Cang had secretly gone out to play this time and had a lot of work backlog.

Now that they had returned to Zhongjing, it was naturally difficult for them to put it off any longer. Ye Cang's current assistant rushed over in his car almost as soon as he learned that the two of them had returned to Zhongjing.