"Excuse me, no one here, right?"

Song Yi was holding a plate of pickled vegetables and stood at Xiaoyun's table with hesitation.

"Oh, no one, sit down."

The girl at the table raised her eyes and glanced at Song Yi, and said softly. The moment she raised her head, Song Yi saw that she was carrying a badge.

Ji Xiaoyun.

It turns out that this is her full name.

Song Yi sat opposite Ji Xiaoyun, neither of them was talking, and they ate their own breakfast.

Ji Xiaoyun eats very little, and the food is very gentle, not to mention that her breakfast staple is only a steamed bun, but she has eaten it for a long time, chewing slowly.

On the other hand, Song Yi gobbled it up, and quickly ate up all the breakfast he had ordered.

After eating breakfast and paying the bill, Song Yi turned and left. He wanted to go back upstairs to sleep again.

Nowadays, in the eyes of nearby residents, Song Yi is probably an unemployed young man, or the image of a homeless homeless man, but he doesn't care much about it.

The less people know about him, the better to know him, so that he has no friends and no communication, and can be sent to Huangquan Express anytime and anywhere to receive and deliver the goods without pressure.

And once you encounter some fierce ghosts, you don't have to be afraid of hurting your friends and relatives anymore.

In the next few days, Song Yi could still meet Ji Xiaoyun occasionally in the breakfast shop. Perhaps because Song Yi was very upright and his eyes were very clear, Ji Xiaoyun met Song Yi several times, and sometimes she would point at him when meeting again. Head, it is said hello.

A week later, Song Yi sent the courier home in the middle of the night, and was about to go home to sleep, but when he was about to walk to the door of his house, he saw the familiar luxury car again.

It's that man again, He Weihui. Song Yi has a good memory, and he still remembers that person's name.

At this time, He Suohui had just stopped the car and then helped Ji Xiaoyun out of the car. She looked like she had drunk a lot and was a little drunk.

"Xiaoyun, let me help you up."

He Weihui held Ji Xiaoyun's waist, his tone a little impatient.

"No, no more!"

Ji Xiaoyun looked confused at this time, but after listening to He Weihui's words, she waved her hand vigorously, trying to break away from He Weihui's embrace, but the man beside her held tighter at this time.

"You are my girlfriend. It is only natural for me to send you home. Besides, I can't rest assured that you are such a drunk person to go upstairs!"

He Weihui's tone was very gentle, as if he was really worried about the safety of his girlfriend.

When he heard his words, Ji Xiaoyun still kept shaking her head: "No, there are people at home, it's not convenient."

"What are you afraid of? We are not shameful. Besides, isn't your roommate on a business trip?"

"How did you know?"

Ji Xiaoyun raised her head laboriously and looked at the man in front of her in surprise.

"Is there anything in this world that I don't know?"

He Weihui smiled slyly, but he had already planned in his heart. Originally, he wanted to bring Ji Xiaoyun back to his villa. Who knows that this woman is going to go home, but it’s not bad now, because He Weihui has long known Ji Xiaoyun's roommate is not at home today. It would be nice to change place and taste.

"Let's go, I will help you upstairs!"

While talking, He Weihui had already led Ji Xiaoyun to the entrance of the building.

And the female ghost who had been following him was trying to stop He Weihui at this moment, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch him at all because of her lack of spiritual power.