Chapter 344 It’s obvious whether you love or not love
Jiang Jiang spoke rapidly, causing a lot of discussion among the crowd.
The ghost stood up, and his tall figure protected Jiang Jiang in a small area.
He turned to everyone and said, "I'm sorry, my daughter is a little naughty. I made her angry, but I will comfort her right away. Don't mind it."
Now that you've said that, let's not look at this side anymore.
The ghost half-knelt in front of the cursing Jiang Jiang, looking at the stubborn and tough face with spring in his eyes, and called softly, "My Queen, how about drinking some sugar water to relieve the greasiness?"
The night sky is like a curtain stained with thick ink.
Squeeze out fine drops of water and sprinkle them over the city.
Finally, Jiang Jiang gave the ghost a cold look.
The ghost messenger is no longer surprised.
He smiled indulgently.
It knows very well that the host has already submitted to the step it gives in his heart.
The clear water-like eyes were covered with a layer of soft light.
It stood up, took Jiang Jiang's hand, and walked to the counter to pay the bill.
The two figures gradually approached each other and disappeared in the drunken night.
Jiang Jiang saw the snack street in the city that never sleeps, suddenly let go, and jogged forward quickly.
The ghost pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and chuckled.
A soft call full of pampering, "Slow down, no one is competing with you for it."
Jiang Jiang bought a lot and packed a lot.
The ghost carried it behind him and paid for it.
Not a bit impatient.
After strolling for more than five hours, the long night began, the sky began to brighten, and Jiang Jiang's frown finally relaxed.
The ghost opened the door for Jiang Jiang and leaned down, "Miss, please~"
This shop covers a large area.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mansion.
The old man paced anxiously in front of the counter. The moment he saw Jiang Jiang, he quietly concealed the loneliness in his eyes, glanced at the thin ghost messenger, suppressed his complaints, walked to the boiler as if nothing had happened, and knocked on it.
Each time was filled with bitterness and envy.
The ghost's hands, shoulders, chest, back, and even neck were all hung with bags.
But it didn't complain at all. It handed some bags to the old man with a smile and explained everything to Jiang Jiang one by one.
It knew that Jiang Jiang was lazy and didn't want to explain.
The rest goes in a box under the counter.
All of Su Hanya's personal belongings were inside.
The ghost took Su Hanya's backpack, which contained the everlasting flowers he had secretly bought.
A glass jar contains a large bouquet of red roses.
When the warm-colored light string is turned on, the dancing porcelain dolls inside begin to spin.
The clattering sound added a touch of liveliness to this dull shop.
"I'm leaving now. See you next time."
After the ghost left, Jiang Jiang returned to the counter and carved an inscription for the ghosts who were reincarnated.
Based on their stories, their date of birth and time of death were peeled out, and then their gender and name were engraved.
Then they shortened a long paragraph of mumbling into one or a few sentences, engraved them on it, brought out their memories, placed them on top, covered them with a seal, and it was done.
There are no recorder images on the tombstones here, the memories are their photos.
It took Su Handa two days to carve a stone tablet.
When the door was opened, the extradition agent who had been waiting for a long time was there.
The ghost entered the shop under the expressionless gaze of the extradition person.
With a bit of caution and nervousness.
Jiang Jiang read according to Su Hanya's lines and asked the other party to narrate his own story and needs.
The stone was recommended and the price was indicated.
Take out the contract and sign it.
After a long silence, the man suddenly turned into a terrifying skull and smiled miserably, deliberately trying to scare Jiang Jiang.
Jiang Jiang had been frightened by the ghost above her head, so she didn't care about this trivial matter at all. She chose the stone and font for the man with an indifferent expression.
Patterns, softness and hardness... introduced one by one.
