The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

"Do you need a reason to like it?" Wei Yan tilted his head slightly. Zheng Qu did not know where he got him a pair of gold glasses to wear, which seemed to have the potential for gentle scum.

"Hey, you are asking the right person." Zheng Quzhi straightened out his collar. Before, he felt that liking doesn't need a reason, but now: "Like certainly requires a reason."

"There is nothing in the world that happens for no reason. Just like what you said is cause and effect, there will be an effect if there is a cause, and there will be a cause if there is an effect. You may think that there seems to be no reason to like someone. I haven't found out what the reason is. The authorities are fans of the bystanders..." Zheng Quzhi said a lot, and finally saw Wei Yan staring at him with gleaming eyes, he couldn't help but stop.

"What about you?" Wei Yan looked down, "What is the reason you like me?"

"Well..." Zheng Quzhi expected that he would ask this question, and immediately smiled crookedly: "Of course you look good!"

"Then if I am ugly..." Wei Yan frowned, obviously not satisfied with the answer.

Zheng Quzhi's face remained unchanged: "But you are good to me, I like that you are good to me."

"Then if others treat you well, even more than me, do you still like others?" Wei Yan's problems suddenly increased today.

"I guessed you would be jealous, hahaha..." Zheng Quzhi couldn't help but trembled with a smile.

Wei Yan didn't have any thoughts of laughing, the expression on his face was a little serious.

Zheng Quzhi laughed for a while, stretched out his hand to climb onto Wei Yan's shoulder, and said with a smile: "If you don't look good and you don't have much ability, I might not even look at you, so I like your appearance and ability. One reason."

After a pause, seeing Wei Yan's face eased, he immediately said: "Then you are good to me, because you are good to me, so I like you!"

The second one deliberately increased your tone.

"Haha." A light laughter sounded, and Zheng Quzhi looked up and saw Yi Xia trembling with laughter while watching them.

Zheng Qu knows that he is very embarrassed and suddenly forgets that this is the first floor. I don’t know if his voice was loud just now, how many people heard...

"You are very affectionate." Yi Xia smiled enough and sat down beside the two of them, her pretty face was still heartless, and it seemed that the war didn't affect her much.

A figure dangled, and Yamada sat down.

Others were afraid of Yamada, but Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yan were not afraid. They didn't stiffen down like Ixia, but instead greeted people: "Mr. Yamada, do you want something to eat?"

Yamada seemed to be some kind of official before, but he didn't know why he started to idle. He stayed in the hotel every day and didn't see him doing anything.

"No..." He shook his head.

"Sister Xia." The sixteen had changed his voice and sounded again with some magnetic voices. It was the sixteen, and after the scars on his face were gone, he looked a little handsome.

Sixteen loves to laugh and say witty things, which is very likable. After living here for a while, it has long been forgotten that he is the shaggy boy who was beaten and scolded.

"Sixteen." Yi Xia liked Sixteen very much, and laughed when he saw him: "Come and sit down."

Zheng Quzhi calmly closed his eyebrows, concealing the complex emotions in his eyes. The relationship between Sixteen and Yixia is very good now, which means that he is not far from revealing the true face of Sixteen.

However, he himself has not yet discovered the true face of Sixteen, let alone Yi Xia.

Either Sixteen hasn't blackened yet, or Sixteen is too deep in his mind and hides so much that people can't notice it.

Aware of Zheng Quzhi's impatience, Wei Yan lowered his head, reached out and touched Zheng Quzhi's shaggy hair, and said soothingly: "An Xin, wait."

"You don't seem to be in a hurry this time." Zheng Quzhi raised his head and said suddenly.

Hearing this, Wei Yan's eyes flashed: "Why did you say this?"

Is it obvious? Zheng Quzhi pulled at the corner of his mouth. Before, Wei Yan always looked like he was going to fight quickly, but this time he was very lazy.

"What are you talking about?" Yi Xia came over and asked.

"Talk about you, brother." Zheng Quzhi said nonchalantly: "He looks pretty handsome."

"Of course." Yixia covered her mouth and laughed, stretched out her hand to hook Sixteen's neck, and smiled: "I was shocked when I washed it first!"

"Miss Ixia." Yamada, who had not spoken all the time, suddenly interjected: "Men... men and women have... differences..."

It is also difficult for him to say a four-character phrase.

The smile on Isha's face froze, and after taking some distance, he re-opened: "Mr. Yamada, this is my personal business."

So Yamada dropped his head again and said nothing. But the atmosphere was obviously disturbed. Yi Xia let go of Sixteen, with a sad expression on his face, as if a little displeased.

The others just didn't see it, what should they do.

When he returned to the room later, Zheng Quzhi was still a little surprised. In Yixia's illusion, there was nothing **** about it. If it wasn't for time, Zheng Quzhi would think that this was a normal world.

When I woke up again, earth-shaking changes took place outside. Fighting started outside, gunshots were everywhere, and the hotel was closed all day for fear of disaster.

There was a sudden noise outside, Zheng Quzhi listened attentively, and heard a few words from time to time, but it was about Yamada.

Zheng Quzhi's eyelids twitched and opened the door to go out.

I saw a group of people pulling Yamada, full of righteous indignation, to kill Yamada. But Yi Xia actually stood in front of Yamada, shouting: "He didn't burn, kill, looting, what's the use of killing him!"

"Isha!" Someone said harshly: "You are a showgirl who knows what, don't forget your country by relying on him as your boyfriend! He is Japanese, and he is damned if he is bleeding Japanese blood!"

Yamada, who hadn't reacted much before, suddenly raised his eyes, stretched his hand to his waist, and pulled out a pistol. He loaded his mouth blankly, and said every word: "Apologize to Isha."

The screams sounded, and everyone dispersed.

Zheng Quzhi couldn't help raising his eyebrows, this Yamada was really interesting. Those people backed away, but it was so small that they couldn't avoid it. In a small space, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Yamada." Ixia's voice also trembled: "Hurry up and put the gun down."

Zheng Quzhi looked at him for a while, but still couldn't hold back a light cough, and when all those people were focused on him, he curled his lips and smiled: "What are you doing?"

As he said, he looked at the muzzle that moved toward him again, raised his eyebrows: "Why did you still use the gun?"

Seeing Zheng Quzhi, Yi Xia's face flashed with confusion, and then immediately said: "Zheng Quzhi, it's none of your business, go back to the room!"