Hell, She Went to See Her Wife

Song Wen Deng×Yan Yanqing BE warning. In the early stage, it will be sweet enough to make you laugh to death, but in the later stage, it will be so painful that you die of pain. The King of Hell is indifferent and affectionate. The forensic doctor is sweet first and then bitter. He is clever and cold. Welcome to the underworld of modern socialism. This is probably a Marriage is based on the fingertips, marriage first, love later, finding something wrong, a story about a big conspiracy Copywriting: ＊ After Yan Yanqing finished her high school exam, she looked around in the examination room and saw no one coming to pick her up. She felt a little lost for no reason. The surrounding students were gradually picked up by their parents, receiving bunches of bright sunflowers one after another. They laughed and stepped farther and farther away from her. She felt that she was being pretentious, and she reluctantly walked away alone. Fine. Fine. The roar of people made her feel dizzy. But it's really aggrieved. As I walked, I heard someone running very fast in front of me, and the footsteps were familiar. She didn't raise her head and just stepped on the fallen leaves that were not crisp at all. Until his vision was blocked by a black figure. She looked up and saw a bright bouquet of sunflowers in Song Wen Deng's arms. Song Wen Deng was a little embarrassed, but he didn't show any emotion and said dryly: "Today there are quite a lot of new ghosts in the underworld. I'm late... Do you mind?" "Oh, I bought you flowers when I came here on the way. Ha, although it's a bit strange, just to please you?" "... Child?" "Why are you crying, kid?" "I... Aren't you happy that I'm here to take you home..." Yan Yanqing burst into tears, smiled with her mouth in her mouth, and scolded her: "Stupid, stupid, stupid!!!" "Go home!" It was night, and Song Wen Deng, the King of Hell, was watching TV with his wife Yan Yanqing in his arms. The plot slowly reached a low point, and the characters' voices slowly changed from hoarse yelling to silent silence. A gust of wind blew past the window. Yan Yanqing looked bored and reached out to play with Song Wen Deng's hair. She looked at the night and hair color carefully and braided her hair unconsciously. She felt that it looked good and she was very proud of it. Song Wen Deng also felt bored. He took the water glass and took a sip. When he saw the child conscientiously tying her pigtails, a smile unconsciously flashed across the corner of his mouth, like the wind, light and charming. There was slowly no sound from the TV, and neither of them noticed that the screen turned from light to dark. Originally, the two of them didn't like to turn on the lights for the movie-watching experience, but now that it was dark, the living room suddenly merged into the world outside the window, making it completely dark. The two of them didn't pay much attention, thinking that it was an interlude. Yan Yanqing began to shrink into Song Wen Deng's arms and rub around, and when he touched his face, he pouted and kissed gently. Song Wendeng really liked children acting coquettishly towards him, but he still muttered: "You always love to act coquettishly, when will you grow up?" Yan Yanqing was still nuzzling in her arms. When she heard the words, she raised her head. Her eyes showed a faint light in the darkness: "I can't bear to grow up." Song Wen Deng rubbed her head: "Oh?" Yan Yanqing hugged her tightly, reluctant to let go: "Because I like her." "What do you like?" Yan Yanqing blinked: "I like you." "Oh, Yanyan likes you, not me, right?" Yan Yanqing was annoyed by her and felt that she was sick and tired of going back and forth with her, so she walked to the other side of the sofa, folded her arms and looked at her coldly: "Song Wen Deng, don't be ungrateful." Song Wen Deng waved his hand and smiled, indicating that he was innocent and harmless. Then his voice turned cold and he said calmly: "Which department does this person in hiding belong to?" No "person" responded. "I said, which department are you in?" No "person" responded. Just as Song Wen Deng was about to cast his magic, he saw the figure slowly looking towards Yan Yanqing in his eyes. The TV turned from dark to bright, and a "woman" with black hair flowing all over the floor and her skirt stained by mud and water slowly crawled out. She raised her head, her eyes were bloodshot, her complexion was pale, and her face was distorted. The skin was wrinkled by the soak, and there were shocking scars on his face. It looked extremely terrifying. "Give me back my life..." "Give me back my life..." With that said, he raised his feet and ran towards Yan Yanqing. He bared his teeth and stretched out his hands, intending to twist her neck off. Yan Yanqing looked at her coming inexplicably. He was not surprised and clapped her hands leisurely. The female ghost looked at her as if she had seen a ghost, and was so shocked that she even forgot what she wanted to do. Yan Yanqing tiptoed past the female ghost figure and looked back, and saw Song Wen Deng staring at her dissatisfied. Yan Yanqing smiled innocently at her, turned around and started hooking up with the female ghost. Yan Yanqing lowered her voice: "Sister, it's no problem to add some business at the end of the year. But the problem is, your boss is here with me." The female ghost looked at her as if she had seen a ghost, terrified. Yan Yanqing reacted: "Oh! I'm sorry, I remembered it wrong, but it's also about why the ghost world's employee benefits are so poor. Who can recognize it without changing work clothes and suits?" "But today, sister, you came at the wrong time, so it's inconvenient. Why don't you go back today and I'll try not to deduct the ghost coins from you, ah, or you can go down Huangyin Road and disappear into ashes. " If you hear about the flowers, it will be a dream connection! (Although I haven't started writing seriously about the five stories of Heiwen Huaxize yet, hahaha, please stay tuned. It will be a pilot film) Purpose: Teach you how to chase your wife as a ghost in one trick