Quick Transmigration: Male Match Guide

While dragging him to the Yujian Villa mansion, he kept talking about...

It's been a long time since I heard my junior sister croaking so loudly. Meng Fusheng was very happy, and he also forgot about Ling Wu's sudden disappearance——

Ling Wuxi closed her eyes and floated around. When she encountered a wall, she would pass through the wall, and when she encountered a door, she would pass through the door. She didn't know where she was floating.

Later, when he smelled a scent of vegetables, Ling Wuyue opened his eyes suddenly: "Wow~ It just smells so good, I don't know if it tastes good or not?"

After swallowing greedily, she remembered that not only did she not have dinner last night, but she also did not have breakfast today!

It was because I didn't feel hungry, so when I followed Meng Fusheng, I kept thinking about how to increase the dropped favorability, so I forgot about not eating!

Thinking of Meng Fusheng leaving without looking back just now, Ling Wuyi felt a little depressed! Although they only knew each other for one night and one morning, she somehow blocked him!

It's really ruthless and unreasonable! hum -

Following the scent of vegetables, Ling Wuwen walked through two walls that seemed to be much taller than ordinary yards, and then came to a large clean and bright kitchen with at least 50 square meters!

At this time, the chefs in the kitchen were very busy cooking and cooking. Seeing the dishes that had been prepared and put aside, Ling Wuxi swallowed her saliva and floated directly in that direction.

Roughly counting, there are already twenty or thirty dishes that are ready now! There are delicacies from mountains and seas, and there are all kinds of home-cooked dishes!

My God~ Is this made for the emperor? !

These big families are shamefully wasting food! Well, in order to prevent them from wasting food, then she should be more generous and help them solve it!

He licked his lips with his tongue, picked up the chopsticks on the side, and started eating directly——

Everyone in the kitchen is busy with their own work, and they have no time to pay attention to whether there are fewer dishes on the table? There is no time to pay attention to the chopsticks that 'float' in the air and 'automatically' pick up vegetables!

until--

A cook who was about to put a dish full of vegetables on the table stared at the chopsticks that she was moving, her hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably: "Ah~ there is a ghost——"

"Kangdang—"

"Boom--"

"Ah~ ghost~~~"

"There is a ghost~ help——"

In almost two minutes, the originally well-organized kitchen suddenly became chaotic, and the pots and pans were frightened and smashed. And those people all ran out of the kitchen.

Ling Wujin curled her lips, and after taking two mouthfuls of soup, she burped and left the kitchen——

In the reception hall, a handsome man in a royal blue brocade robe smiled and talked to a paralyzed man in a white brocade robe.

Not knowing what he said, the man with facial paralysis frowned slightly, and was about to speak just now, but was interrupted by a panicked voice.

"The owner is not good, it's not good—"

"What are you yelling in such a panic?!" A young man dressed as a butler stopped the servants who wanted to run to the main hall.

Seeing that there was a small cabbage on the servant's head, and his body was greasy in patches: "What's going on here!?"

"yes……"

"Come in and talk." The voice of the man in the royal blue brocade robe sounded in the main hall.

After the butler paused, he glanced at the servant: "Go in."

As soon as the servant entered, he knelt on the ground, his body was still trembling, and his face was full of horror: "The owner is not good! That ghost~ that ghost ran to the kitchen to make trouble!"

The man known as the owner frowned. He didn't speak, but turned his head to look at Meng Fusheng who was sitting on the side without even raising his eyebrows: "Master Meng..."

Meng Fusheng nodded, stood up and was about to go to the kitchen to have a look, but a figure had already run out...

Meng Fusheng was already used to the character of his junior sister, so he looked at the servant and asked, "Is it in the big kitchen?"

"Yes, yes, in the big kitchen."

When Meng Fusheng and Leng Ye went to the kitchen, Meng Xintong had already been there for a while.

She looked around the kitchen with a strange expression, holding a compass in her hand: "Strange, so strange!"

Meng Fusheng ignored Meng Xintong, and first stood at the kitchen door and scanned the kitchen.

The kitchen was indeed in chaos right now. There was a pair of chopsticks on the table, and those talents could see signs of being passive...

He stopped Meng Xintong: "Okay, there are no ghosts here."

Meng Xintong paused for a moment, then looked up at him: "Senior brother, that's so strange! Why are so many pairs of eyes seeing ghosts, but people can't detect the ghostly aura left by them?"

Meng Fusheng pursed his lips, and his eyes deepened: "Maybe, it's a ghost with high morals." It seems that it's time to get ready!

"Let your people prepare food again, don't worry the ghost has already left." He looked sideways at Leng Ye.

Leng Ye nodded. The reason he invited the men from the Meng family was to catch that ghost. Of course, he listened to what Meng Fusheng said!

Unbeknownst to everyone, they were considered to be highly skilled ghosts, and at this time they found a very nice looking room.

What attracts Ling Wuni the most is the soft bed...

After eating and drinking, of course it is a good sleep~

Ling Wuwen floated directly onto the bed, rolled around, and fell asleep leaning against the wall——

As time passed, Ling Wuwen fell asleep unknowingly until night, and when she woke up, the sky outside was already dark.

She widened her eyes in surprise, not because she was surprised that she slept until dark, but because she was surprised how could a man sleep in her bed (bah~ it's not her bed~)? And he's a good-looking man!

No, good looks is not the point, the point is how can this man share the same bed with her! ?

"Hey! Get up!" Ling Wuyi roared, and then remembered that unless she materialized, ordinary people would not be able to hear her at all!

Looking at the man with eyes still closed, Ling Wuwen rolled her eyes: "Forget it, I think there are many rooms here, there must be one room where no one sleeps?" She muttered something softly, and then she was about to get out of bed and leave .

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed, and Ling Wu was taken aback for a moment.

She is very familiar with this breath! There are ghosts in the room!

Although it is not as powerful as Ami's, it is not an ordinary ghost either.

Ling Wuwen didn't leave either, and sat cross-legged on the bed, with the sleeping man at his feet.

A cloud of black air emerged from a small vase placed on the sandalwood shelf, and more and more black air came out, finally taking the shape of a human.