After all, the new guy is waiting for... no, the new ghost.

Qinghuan stirred the gradually warming soup, and then looked at the female ghost who had not said a word since she walked in front of her. She didn't know what she was making a fuss, "I've been standing for so long, you're not tired, I'm so tired."

When the female ghost heard this, she looked at her, and Qinghuan's mouth slightly raised: "What are you worried about? You are dead now and you are still stuck in the past, what's the point?"

"They all look down on me." The female ghost suddenly said this.

Qinghuan put down the spoon and pointed the chair with his finger: "Please sit."

The female ghost slowly moved over and sat down silently. When Qinghuan came out of Liwangtai, she saw her gradually coming from a distance, step by step, lost in her heart, and didn't know what grievances she suffered during her lifetime. "Who looks down on you?"

"I married a very perfect husband." The female ghost looked at Qinghuan with a faint loss in her eyes. Perhaps she herself didn't understand where this loss came from. "He is handsome, rich, and loved by others. Men want to please him, women want to capture him, but he chose me as his wife."

"What's the point of being good about me? Both parents died, and relatives were all vampires. I was just a small employee in his group, but he fell in love with me and married me. But..." The female ghost lowered her head. "I am inferior and timid. His parents don't like me, and his friends don't like me. Even the staff around him think that I can climb up to him is a blessing I have cultivated for several lifetimes."

"Is he not good to you?" Qing Huan asked.

"We don't talk much. If we talk about material life, he is a very qualified husband. The housekeeper and his servant will take care of me very considerately, even perfectly enough. But I am like the canary he is locked in a cage. No, no, no, a sparrow, I am not that precious. He has almost no communication with me, and I...every time I see his face, I dare not talk to him, and I can only endure it when I suffer grievances. Everyone thinks that I should be happy and grateful if he likes me, but I don't like him. He is so far away to me, standing in the clouds, and he has never even touched me. We have been sleeping in separate rooms for two years. I don't believe it if he likes me."

"That kind of person is too far away and too unimaginable to me. I just want to marry an honest man, get married and have children, and have a family of my own. But when I am with him, I can't work because my work is despised, everyone envies me, I don't even have friends. He always has something to do, so I become a decoration. Many women from good backgrounds hope that I can take the initiative to abdicate and give in to the wise, and even the people around him think I am not worthy of him."

"But from beginning to end, he didn't even ask me if I was willing or not. He just liked it and decided, and then I seemed to have become the decoration in his study, and he put it in that house and couldn't go anywhere."

The female ghost's eyes were even more disappointed: "If he hadn't appeared, I would have been with my college classmates who had been reunited for a long time. He is a very good man. Although he is not as powerful as my husband, he is sincere and upright, and I like him. And my husband... He is like a god to me. I just want to escape from him and don't want to gain any weight."

"What do you want?"

"I don't know." The female ghost looked at Qinghuan helplessly. "I died in a car accident. That person must have done it on purpose. I seemed to have seen him somewhere, but I can't remember..."

Qinghuan smiled, "Although your body is dead, your life is not over."

"ah?!"

Looking at the shocked face of the female ghost, Qinghuan smiled slightly, and from somewhere he flipped out the life and death book and picked up the page with the name of the female ghost. It read: Xie Yiyi, she should have 85 years of life. "You are twenty-five years old now, and you still have sixty years to live."

"Then, what should I do?" Xie Yiyi jumped up suddenly, neither disappointed nor sad, and turned around like a headless fly. "But, but my body is gone!" She saw it in a daze, and it was broken into a pool of meat paste!

"It's okay, I'll send you back, um... I'll send you to the time when you first joined the group. Do you think it's OK? But in order to avoid you tampering with what happened in those two years, I'll erase your memories and let you completely go back to two years ago."

"But, if this happens, what will I do if I meet him again? Do you want me to marry him again?" Xie Yiyi was so scared that her face turned pale!

That funny look made Qinghuan smile: "According to the rules, when you arrive here, I will fulfill your wish for you. When your life is over, even if you still have a wish, there is no chance to fulfill it. What is your biggest wish in the past twenty-five years?"

"Before meeting Chen Leng, I wanted to have a home. After meeting Chen Leng, I wanted to stop being looked down upon." Xie Yiyi murmured. "I don't steal or rob, I support myself, live a simple and happy life. Why do they look down on me? I am not as rich as them and not as good as them, but I am very content and satisfied. I have a clear conscience. Why do they look down on me?! I will never forget the look of Chen Leng's mother looking at me, as if I am an ant who is dying!"

"I understand." Qinghuan smiled and gently tapped Xie Yiyi's forehead. Xie Bi'an appeared from the bridge deck and caught Xie Yiyi's ghost. Qinghuan nodded to him: "Send it back."

"yes."

When there was no one on the bridge, Qinghuan turned back to see the pot of soup. It was strange that Xie Yiyi's life was not over, the soul-sucking bell did not ring, and the soul-summoning banner did not move. So who did this pot of soup be boiled for? The water was shallow and clear, but it was warm and it did not raise the heat anymore. It was probably still a long time before the boiling.

A red light flashed, Mo Ze jumped out, and he followed Qinghuan's gaze curiously and looked at Tangshui, then raised his big eyes and was puzzled: "Master, what's going on? Didn't that ghost just now die?"

"Yes." Qinghuan also found it interesting. "That's interesting. You stay here and help me watch the soup, and I'll be back soon."

When Mo Ze heard this, his little face collapsed: "Will the master take me there?"

"Be good, you are not suitable for going this time."

"Why?"

"Where are so many reasons? What do you feed you? What do you eat?" Qing Huan poked his chubby cheeks, bent down and gently touched a beautiful flower: "I remember that in addition to soup, I also want to help me stare at these flowers."

"Why-oh."

The little guy seemed very unhappy, Qinghuan smiled and gave a guarantee: "I promise you next time."

"Okay, master, please go." Mo Ze sat down and said pitifully.

Qing Huan smiled and gently threw a petal in her hand towards the surface of the Wangchuan River.

When Xie Yiyi woke up early in the morning, she found that she was almost late!

This is the first day she went to work in Group L! She finally made a bloody road and finally found a job successfully. She must not be late! If she left a bad impression on her boss on the first day, it would be over! She held a piece of toast in her mouth, and ran towards the exit as soon as she got off the subway. People along the way were looking at her crazy. Some people didn't pay attention and felt a gust of demonic wind blowing when they looked up. Then something seemed to have passed by, but when they looked closely, there was nothing.

Xie Yiyi has been a good sprinter since she was a child. She is the number one in every sports meeting in the 100-meter race. Today, she is afraid of being late, so she has realized her full potential. She has been unemployed for several months. The company's fat boss actually wanted to have her unspoken rules. She was scolded and kicked her after being rudely fired. If she lost her new job, she would really have a drink!

Seeing that victory was about to be seen, as long as you turn a corner, Xie Yiyi clenched her fists and rushed-"Ah!!!"

She let out a shrill scream, her whole body was dizzy and her eyes were full of stars. But Xie Yiyi shook her head and hurriedly went to see the person who was unlucky and hit her. She hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault for running too fast, are you okay? Come on, I'll help you up." She was a little sad in her heart. She looked like a wall of iron, but she fell to the ground. Alas, she wanted to be Lin Daiyu too.

As a result, this help is amazing. This girl is so beautiful!

Xie Yiyi almost drooled. Qinghuan looked at her cute appearance and couldn't connect the desolate girl on the Naihe Bridge with her, so she said to her: "Aren't you hurry up? It's already 8:55."

"Ah... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my name is Xie Yiyi, I, I..." Xie Yiyi hurriedly took out the paper and pen from her bag, "I'll write you a number. If you feel uncomfortable, you must contact me!"

"No need." Qinghuan gently pushed her hand away. "I'm on the first floor of the building next to your company. I opened a cafe. It just opened today. If you have time, you can come and sit."

Xie Yiyi was very grateful: "Okay, I'll leave first!"

After saying that, before Qinghuan could reply, it was blowing away instantly like a gust of wind. Qinghuan was so excited that her legs and feet were so sharp that she was amazed.

She didn't expect Xie Yiyi's temperament to be so fun. She originally planned to see how Xie Yiyi was doing and also helped her. She thought she was a shy and introverted girl, but she didn't expect to be as energetic as a little firecracker. With such a personality, it's no wonder that she felt that life in a wealthy family was depressing, but who was more noble than who was.
Chapter completed!