Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

Sheng Jiayan's ghost car parked outside Meng Po Zhuang. After getting out of the car, he let the judge and black and white impermanence wait in the car and looked up to a dead Zhuangzi.

Normally this time, the lights are already well illuminated, not to mention today's Ghost Festival, Meng Eqi actually did not go to the dinner party with them, it is really suspicious.

Sheng Jiayan reached out and pushed open the door, and there was no one in the courtyard, not even the Guhu bird, who usually loves perching on the roof.

Step by step, he walked towards the Meng Eqiying Pavilion, and as soon as he walked to the door, there was a rustling sound in the door.

He heard Meng 萋 in the room and asked: "A day, are you back? You can leave when you leave the door."

Sheng Jiayan had nothing to say, and opened the door directly indifferently.

Meng Haoqi sat down in the darkness, and turned back with annoyance: "No, you are not allowed to enter..."

The next moment she saw Sheng Jiayan standing at the door with her back on her back. In shock, she threw herself directly into the bed next to her and covered her head with the quilt.

"Your Majesty! You didn't say anything when you came!"

Sheng Jiayan stepped into the house and sat down by the bed. Two fingers pinched a trick, and the candlelight in the house lit up steadily. He saw that Meng Haoqi had wrapped his quilt and wrapped himself into a flower roll, and could not help frowning: "Are you sick?"

"No, no!" Meng Habu yelled in the quilt: "Your Majesty, you go to the dinner first, I will come in a while!"

She was suspicious, and Sheng Jiayan didn't move.

"What are you doing for yourself?"

"I don't have it!" Meng Haoqi only wrapped the quilt tighter.

Sheng Jiayan thought she had a weird quilt, so she reached out and pulled her. After pulling it again, Meng luxuriantly immobilized, and nails were pulling on the bedding. After pulling it a second time, Meng Eqi was moved, and the face was arched into the quilt again in a second.

In the end Sheng Jiayan directly hugged her and turned her over, letting Meng Eqi lean on his lap. In such a flash of light and flint, Sheng Jiayan saw her face clearly.

Tong Ren, who hadn't been shaken by the wind and light clouds, had shrunk. He looked straight at Meng Eqi, and Jianmei raised his eyebrows. Xu Shi was also shocked. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and after a long while Sheng Jiayan asked, "Are you wearing a beard?"

Meng Xuqi knew that she had been completely seen by Sheng Jiayan, and she didn't even cover her face. She lay on Sheng Jiayan's face and wept.

"I was deceived by Gu God, and I ate his crude junk like this. Isn't I particularly ugly? I don't want to live anymore!" Meng Yuqi wiped his eyes, back of his hand While wiping away tears, he also scratched his chin.

It was supposed to be smooth and fair, but now it is like a bunch of weeds with a beard.

Sheng Jiayan finally recovered his consistent calmness from the surprise, he faintly found the once outline from the beard-faced Meng Eqi face, and at this time, Meng Eqi bleakly cried and kept crying. Exhaustive. Sheng Jiayan reached out and grabbed her beard, his thin diamond lips curled up a euphemistic arc: "It turns out that the beard is real."

Meng Wanqi clapped his hands away and cried more loudly: "I'm sorry, of course it's true, don't change the money and don't bully! Who's going to stick his beard!"

Does Sheng Jiayan come to see her or mock her! hateful!

Meng Yuqi twisted around Sheng Jiayan's arms, and Sheng Jiayan smirked and hugged her.

"Don't make a fuss and wait for the fall. It's not too early. Let's go to Yanluodian for dinner. After the dinner, I will help you solve the beard."

"Don't go!" Meng Eqin covered his jaw: "There are so many fairy ghosts from all over the world, who doesn't know my beautiful reputation of Meng Po God! If you let them see me like this, then I will No need to mix when you go out..."

What joke is Sheng Jiayan! At this time, is he still in the mood to take her to dinner? ! Don't want the big ones!

His Majesty Yan carefully looked at her again for a while, and then said: "In fact, if you look like this now and dress up, you won't necessarily recognize you at the banquet. After all, you can't distinguish me as a male because of your kind It’s not easy to recognize a female’ state."

Meng Hao twisted his head: "Impossible, such a famous person as me, even if he grows a beard, he will still be recognized!"

When she spoke, the first half of the face was gorgeous and unparalleled, and the second half was majestic.

Sheng Jiayan didn't hold back and laughed lightly again.

Of course, Meng Wanqi took the opportunity to make a fuss again. Finally, Sheng Jiayan held her tightly in her arms and calmed her for a long time before puffing her mouth out.

"Otherwise, I will bet with you. No one will recognize you later. If someone recognizes you, even if I lose, I can promise you any request."

When Meng Haoqi heard it, his eyes lit up suddenly.

She asked in disbelief: "Any request?"

Sheng Jiayan nodded, he was close to Meng Eqi's ear, and his voice was inexplicably magical: "You have tossed for so long, there must be something to ask me? This opportunity allows you to make a request directly to me without having to eat. What a mess."

Meng Yuhe hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, agreeing to bet with Sheng Jiayan.

She even began to happily wait for the next request.

At this moment, the judge was in a hurry to wait outside, and saw that the time for the banquet had come, but His Majesty and Meng Po had not yet come out. He could not help but stood at the door and knocked, then pushed the door open: "Your Majesty, are you all right?"

Sheng Jiayan's eyes were fast and he covered his robe over Meng Eqi's head, his expression calmed down: "Hurry, you go out and wait, you can't come in without the permission of this king."

The judge looked suspiciously at the room where His Majesty was sitting on the bed with Meng Po, who was still lying motionless on Her Majesty's lap. Surprised in his heart, he quickly quit and closed the door.

Hei Wu, a common judge, returned alone and asked, "How about your majesty?"

The judge thought for a while: "It should be dealing with emotional issues."

Bai Wuchang laughed: "In this way, we will wait a little longer, the earth is bigger, it is not as great as your love."

In the end, Sheng Jiayan wore a scholar costume to Meng Eqi, and a square made of cloth covered Meng Eqi's head, covering her beautiful pair of Liumei. She applied Fendai to herself again, covering two rouge scars around her eyes.

Meng Haoqi lowered her head and followed Sheng Jiayan in a ghost car. The black and white impermanence glanced at the magistrate with surprise.

Is the taste of your majesty so heavy?

But seeing Sheng Jiayan's face was indifferent, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with them, and the three of them quickly bowed their heads and stopped talking.

When the ghost car of His Majesty King drove outside the Hall of Yan Luo, the hall was already full of joy.

Zhong Kui and Ting Hercules broke their wrists, and the **** of fortune and the **** of decay were together as if there was no one to show their affection. Gu Gu swelled up on the side. The four kings of southeast and northwest sat at a table and rubbed mahjong. The **** of wealth taught the **** of evil Magic formula, even General Xuehe's followers are drinking and punching on their shoulders.

Isn't it hilarious!

In the hall, Sheng Jiayan and Meng Eqi stood at the entrance of the hall, and everyone was silent for a moment.

Their eyes looked at Shu Shuyan, who was behind Sheng Jiayan.

But only for a moment, the crowd coaxed Sheng Jiayan to drink and have fun with them.

After all, there are a lot of fairies and ghosts coming from all directions in this time. Some of them look strange and strange. Meng Eqi's dress is really nothing. Everyone thought she was a fairy or ghost.

Sheng Jiayan first delivered a speech, thanking every friend who was present. After he finished, he watched the crowds lively, and he was sitting on the position holding the wine cup, with a light smile on his face.

His eyes sweep across Meng Eqi's face from time to time, as if to see: no one really recognizes you.

Meng Hao was unwilling, thinking of Sheng Jiayan's betting conditions, she inexplicably hoped that she would be recognized at this moment. So Meng Eqi looked around and saw that General Xuehe's group was laughing so hard, so Meng Eqi coughed and walked back with a big swing.

She slapped the palm of the sun god's shoulder with a palm.

Meng Xuqi felt angry for a while. Damn Ah, he confessed that he had come to find a shaving razor. He was good, drinking and having fun here, but forgot all the errands he had explained!

The drunkenness that the wandering spirit was drinking at that time, he turned his head to look at a face full of beards, and there was inexplicable anger in his eyes.

Jiu Zhuang was courageous. He waved Meng Eqi's hand in one palm and asked indistinctly close to Meng Eqi's face: "You... which way do you mix! Do you know who my boss is?"

Meng Qiqi was covered by the scent of alcohol that he sprayed, and the fist beside him creaked.

The God of Traveling is still unaware, a person is happy: "My boss is the first overlord of the land! Meng Po God, do you know? You are best to be polite, otherwise my boss will come forward, don't you want to live out The House!"

Meng Qiu's anger was ignited, and she pointed outside. Riyoushen rubbed his eyes, and then laughed courageously: "Do you want to fight me? Come on! Try it! With my fist down, you might be... hey, don't pull me!"

General Blood River looked back and saw that the God of the Sun was pulled out of the hall by a scholar-like person pulling his collar. He scratched his head, and then he smiled: "I didn't expect there is a secret here."

Everyone who didn't take it seriously continued to punch and drink.

At the corner outside the door, Meng Eqi looked around and saw no one, and took off the hat above his head.

The Japanese Youshen clenched his fists with both hands, and left the upper fist left to frighten Meng Qiqi. Meng Wanqi covered his forehead with a palm, and said eerily: "Look clearly at your aunt, who am I?"

Most of the time, the Wandering God was sober. He rubbed his eyes and looked closely.

After confirming that Meng 萋萋's beards are all true, the Journey-to-Go can't help laughing out loud: "Hahahahahahahaha what are you doing! Which beard is real!"

Meng Xuqi: "..."

There is still a smile! ? Who the **** am I? ?

"It's not a **** Gu Gu's problem yet!" Meng Haoqi said fiercely, and the day-to-day God smiled straight, leaning on the side pillar and sucking.