Chapter 1: :Ghost

In the spacious room, a big bed is placed in the middle.
A gust of wind blew, the curtains lifted, and a white shadow flashed past the French windows.
Ding Dong
The doorbell kept ringing, and the person on the bed moved. Before he saw him, he heard the sound: "Fuck! Bing you a ghost!"
The man sat up, his gray chestnut hair hung messily on his head like a bird's nest. His fair skin looked sick under the light, his eyes were still half-squinted, and he looked like he couldn't open his eyes.
The doorbell continued, Zheng Quzhi grabbed his hair, and reluctantly put on slippers and walked toward the door while greeting the ancestor of the person who rang the doorbell outside.
As a star, even if his brain is not clear enough, he still maintains the necessary vigilance. Zheng Quzhi did not open the door immediately, but subconsciously looked at the cat's eyes.
Outside, it was empty.
Zheng Quzhi's half-squinted eyes opened, and the peach eyes, which were always bent on weekdays, were brewing monstrous anger at this time.
"Fuck you sick!" Zheng Quzhi burst out. In the middle of the night, who is so boring to engage in such pranks!
He lay back on the bed scoldingly, but the annoying doorbell rang again. Zheng Quzhi frowned, but did not move.
Ding Dong Ding Dong
The doorbell rang persistently, as if it would not stop until someone came to open the door.
He pounded the innocent bed so hard that Zheng Qu rushed to the door without wearing his shoes. If the he didn't catch that little Wang Ba Laozi, his surname would not be Zheng!
This time, he didn't even bother to look at the cat's eye, and opened the door with a click.
The door was empty.
Zheng Quzhi leaned out and took a look, let alone outside the door, the entire corridor was empty. Zheng Quzhi was quiet for a few seconds and estimated the time between when the doorbell stopped and when he opened the door. Realizing that there was no sound as soon as he opened the door, the expression on Zheng Quzhi's face became complicated.
Damn a long-distance runner here, right?
"Don't let Lao Tzu know who it is. If the Lao Tzu catches you, you must be skinned!" Zheng Quzhi yelled a few words unwillingly as a threat.
He closed the door heavily, and turned around and noticed that the temperature in the room had dropped in vain. Zheng Quzhi shuddered. When did he turn the temperature of the air conditioner so low?
After walking a few steps in the direction of the bed, Zheng Quzhi's footsteps stopped and his body froze completely.
Wha...what's on his back?
The chill is still a bit heavy?
Isn't he carrying an air conditioner?
Taking a deep breath, Zheng Quzhi turned his head, and happened to stare affectionately with the thing behind him.
It is called something because Zheng Quzhi is not sure what it is. It's a human being, but its and ugly appearance really doesn't look like a human being. Say it's not human, but the half-dangling eyes and long hair are a bit like humans.
Yomo found that he wasn't scared, the thing shook his head, and his head rolled directly on the ground and stopped at Zheng Quzhi's feet.
Zheng Quzhi lowered his head, and saw that his head turned weirdly, and after looking at him again, he finally rolled his eyes and fainted.

"I really hit a ghost." Zheng Quzhi said to the agent who had been squeezing him for many years with great sadness, "I'm terrified, let's push the following announcements!"
"Fuck your ghost!" The agent Lian Liankan slapped Zheng Quzhi's head, "Just you, a silly one-meter-eight, would be terrified? It would be nice if the ghost was not terrified by you!"
Zheng Quzhinu: "I'm a big star anyway, how did you treat me?"
"Ancestor, I will treat you as an ancestor, right?" Lian Liankan sneered and slapped the script directly on Zheng Quzhi's face. "Today's play, please watch it a few more times, if you make the actress cry again, I will let you cry enough!"
Picking up the script, Zheng Quzhi pouted his lips: "It's uncomfortable to go to work the first day after hell.
This morning, he was awakened by a paw of his own Corgi.
What happened last night seemed to be just a dream of him, but it was so real that he was in a trance. As a young man in the 21st century, he really shouldn't have such feudal superstitions. Thinking of this, Zheng Quzhi's face again put on a heartless smile.
The sun was shining brightly outside, but Zheng Quzhi couldn't help but shudder, and couldn't help but say to Lian Lian beside him: "Baby, why is it cold this day?"
"Guicai and you are precious!" Lian Liankan rolled his eyes, "It's July now! Big brother, little brother, I'm going to be a hot dog. Come and tell me that the sky is getting cold?"
Zheng Quzhi: "..." Could it be his illusion?
Until the crew, Zheng Quzhi's face was not very good.
Later, even Lian Kan finally noticed something was wrong, rubbing his chin and looking at Zheng Quzhi: "Are you a cold and fever?"
"Impossible." Zheng Quzhi shook his head, "I am such a big man, will he be defeated by something like a pediatric cold?"
"You can shut up!" Lian Kan resisted the urge to slap him, and then whispered in a low voice: "Today's play is a popular little flower. If you don't go or you are late, you will definitely be sprayed with big names, and you will feel uncomfortable. Just endure it, today's drama is not long."
"Hey, the treatment of the violent star is miserable!" Zheng Quzhi sighed and rubbed his arm secretly.
Cold is really cold, the kind of cold from the heart.
Zheng Quzhi looked down and suddenly felt this feeling a bit familiar. It also seemed very cold last night...
Today's play is a costume drama in which Zheng Quzhi plays the second man, as a guard. Wearing a dark red guard uniform, Zheng Quzhi sat quietly, allowing the makeup artist to apply makeup on himself.
I looked handsome in the mirror, almost flawless. Zheng Quzhi stared at himself in the mirror for a while, a little drowsy. Suddenly, the neck suddenly became cold.
Zheng Quzhi quickly opened his eyes and looked at the mirror subconsciously.
In the mirror, besides himself and the makeup artist, there was one more thing.
The thing is a bit familiar, and the long hair and half-dangling eyes look a bit oozing. It was leaning on Zheng Quzhi's back, and its blood-red tongue licked Zheng Quzhi's fragile neck.
"Damn!" Zheng Quzhi screamed, the expression on his face became distorted, and his buttocks quickly stood up as if on fire.
Zheng Quzhi's move was a little bigger, and the other people in the dressing room looked at him. But at this time, he couldn't take care of his idol's baggage at all, because that thing actually reached his ears, and his voice trembled at him: "It's cold... so cold..."
"I'm cold, your sister!" Zheng Quzhi slammed a fist, didn't hit anything, instead he leaned over there because of too much force.
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The people in the dressing room were stunned and witnessed the situation where a certain outdated star went crazy on the spot.