He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 185 After Raising Ghosts, I'm Now Lying Down (18)

Jiang Yu was like a machine with disordered programming, only able to mechanically repeat the two words "study".

A faint red light flickered in the deep, dark pupils, and the life doll at the heart seemed to come alive, pressing against the inner wall of the chest cavity, pulse by pulse...

Why is your belly so bulging?

"Ok?"

Jiang Yu lowered his head, and Wen Yan's hand moved erratically on his chest.

The life doll, separated only by a skin's breadth, sensed her breath and moved joyfully.

Jiang Yu grabbed her hand that was lighting the fire, turned around and pressed her down beneath him. Her soft body sank into the sofa, her dark hair cascading over his taut muscles.

"Yanyan." Jiang Yu affectionately touched the tip of her nose, his slender fingers lingering on her thin collarbone.

"Hmm?" Wen Yan still remembered to respond to him even though she was half asleep.

"You smell so good."

A low, husky voice came from her neck. Wen Yan opened her bright eyes and glanced at him, her face turning as red as half a cloud.

She tried to pinch the flesh around his waist, but in the end, she was the one who suffered.

Rain patters on banana leaves, wind rustles flowers, sometimes heavy, sometimes gentle; bright eyes overflow with tears, and the stars hanging high outside the window tremble, oblivious to their surroundings.

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When the appointed day arrived, Wen Yan packed her weapons and opened the door to her house.

Xiao Bao squatted outside the door, holding the little dumpling.

Seeing Wen Yan open the door, he hurriedly straightened his head, his hands and feet in a flustered manner.

"What are you doing here, you brat?"

Wen Yan chuckled and bent down to flick his forehead, causing his head to tilt again after he had straightened it.

Xiao Bao was very angry.

"You woman, you're so annoying."

Wen Yan was shocked, "You actually called me 'woman'? Who taught you that? You have no manners, and you're so slick..."

"Hello... Sister."

Xiao Bao suddenly greeted her sweetly with "Hello, sister!" Wen Yan turned around as if she had noticed something.

Jiang Yu gave her a harmless smile.

Wow, that ghost husband is really good-looking.

Turning around, Jiang Yujun's face instantly turned cold, as if a chilling wind was blowing.

Xiao Bao: A cunning male ghost.

Xiao Bao tilted his head back and asked very politely, "Where are you going? Can you take me with you?"

Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes, slowly curled the corners of his mouth, and the surrounding air froze.

Wen Yan didn't notice because someone's resentment was domineeringly enveloping her. She looked at the transparent resentment that was warm in winter and hot in summer, dustproof, windproof, and had a wide field of vision, and thought it was quite useful, so she let it be.

But Xiao Bao, who was facing the cold air, didn't think so.

His calves were shaking like noodles, and his head was about to fall off again.

No.

Xiao Bao thought of his mother's serious, almost unreal words: "You can't cause trouble, you have to try your best to help, otherwise Miss Wen will abandon you, and Mom won't be able to help you either."

Lin Yueyi, who just wanted to scare Xiaobao and make him behave so he wouldn't kick his head like a ball all the time: ...Is that what I meant?

Wen Yan stared at the little brat for a moment, thinking that he seemed dispensable. She decided to bring him along, just in case he came in handy.

"Then you can come along."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently patted Xiao Bao on the head, signaling him to follow.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

Xiao Bao hid at the back, gritting his teeth and insisting on following along.

Wen Yun drove downstairs to pick up Wen Yan with a dark expression. More than ten minutes passed before Wen Yan finally came out unhurriedly.

Seeing her leisurely pace in the rearview mirror, Wen Yun felt as if she was about to spit out blood.

He slammed the car door shut, ready to hurl a sarcastic remark, but then he touched a chilling aura emanating from behind him...

"Click."

He opened the back door with utmost self-awareness, his face expressionless: "Please, go ahead."

Wen Yan raised an eyebrow: "There's no need to be so polite between siblings."

After saying that, he sat down through the open door, smiling broadly.

Wen Yun waited for a while, and only closed the car door after Xiao Bao jumped in with the little dumpling in his arms.

Looking at Wen Yan's annoying face, I felt incredibly frustrated. I desperately told myself not to get angry, because a small act of impatience could ruin a big plan.

Lonely Manor is quite a distance from here; it took several hours to drive there.

This area was originally an ordinary, unremarkable villa district. Although it had a certain reputation among the thousands of luxury homes, its scale and level of luxury were far inferior to those of the world's most famous mansions.

What made the manor famous was not its usual environment and architecture, but rather its eerie atmosphere.

The iron gate was rusty and creaked when pushed open.

Through the cracks, one can vaguely see red roses, their vibrant colors alluring, blooming in the black brick soil, a solitary stem without leaves.

Vast fields of roses sway in the wind, creating a powerful visual impact.

The area outside the iron gate was already crowded with people: washed-up actors, internet celebrities, explorers... all of whom were just capital trying to grab attention and generate traffic.

Wen Yun and Wen Yan are just two small ones among the vast majority of people.

"You must be Master Wen?"

Soon, a person in charge approached Wen Yun. The person was kind and neither humble nor arrogant. After Wen Yun nodded, the person handed him a hidden camera and a microphone and then left him alone.

Wen Yan received the same treatment.

She didn't want to wear it and pushed her hand away in refusal. The person in charge didn't insist, since enough people were already wearing it anyway.

He looked Wen Yan up and down; she was just another landmine flower who could only scream her lungs out, with nothing to see except for her face.

It's a shame that this face isn't on air, but she and Master Wen seem to be together and can always appear in front of the audience.

The person in charge was lost in thought, but remained outwardly calm. He led the two to the door and left.

The ripe red roses even have a fully ripe fragrance, which, mixed with the wild soil, has an indescribably strange taste.

Wen Yan frowned; it smelled awful.