The Pampered and Beautiful Little Ah Piao

"Hello, can you give me something to eat?" The cold and erratic begging voice sounded young. Song Feiran, who had been dead for who knows how long, wanted to eat some tribute or incense. Three thirty in the morning. Lu Jiuye, the chief executive of Lu Group, and Lu Shengjing flew back from abroad. When they drove through an intersection, the car stalled for no apparent reason and the driver fell asleep. Lu Shengjing shivered, and a chill came from all directions in the mid-August summer. In front of the car window, there was a ghost with an unusually white and almost translucent face floating in the air. He was estimated to be eighteen or nineteen years old. The little ghost is not fierce, but he is pretty good-looking. Lu Shengjing still thought about everything he had done in the past 35 years. He doesn't seem to have done anything bad. If digging sweet potatoes on the roadside when he was a kid was considered a bad thing, then he did it a lot. And if he doesn't plan to get married and has no children or grandchildren, he has nothing to say. "Brother, I'm hungry." The kid said aggrievedly, "Only you can see me." Lu Shengjing was relatively calm: "Call me uncle. How should I feed you Yang Qi?" When he was in college, he read a lot of novels, and he began to try hard to remember how the ghosts in such supernatural novels could eat enough. It seems... That you need to sleep with someone to get Yang Qi and then eat enough? Lu Shengjing resisted. — Later. The kid Song Feiran hugged the pure jade tablet that Lu Shengjing made for him, with red eyes and said, "If you ask for it so many times tonight, I will smash it!" Lu Shengjing was frightened. If the tablet is smashed, the little devil will be wiped out! "Honey, I was wrong. I promise you this is just once tonight." Lu Shengjing finally coaxed him to come over to the tablet and locked it in the safe with the talisman. The next day, Song Feiran couldn't straighten up. He bit his back teeth and kicked Lu Shengjing: "I can't live this life anymore, wuwu." Lu Shengjing touched his little feet with a silly smile on his face: "Does it hurt? Husband, please rub it." — I am 19 years old, simply forgetful and like to eat. During his lifetime, he was a starlet who died unexpectedly just after becoming famous. I am 30 years old, quite wealthy, and a bit old-fashioned. Highlight: The age difference is 16 years. If you can't accept it, don't advance. The iron-blooded daddy is on the offensive. The plots in this article are all fabricated, and the characters do not have any prototypes. If there is any similarity, it is purely coincidental. Please do not use it as a third-dimensional real person. Thank you. — 25-9-15 Intention: There is always someone who will protect you at all costs.