The early morning sunlight entered the bedroom through the curtains, and Lin Qiansheng looked at the ceiling helplessly.

He stretched out his hand and moved Bride's face to the side, and at the same time took Coco's little feet away from his face.

Lin Qian sat up from the bed with confused eyes. The thing he regretted most was letting the Cunning Bride hold Coco while sleeping.

Holding him in his arms, the Cunning Bride changed from holding Coco to holding him.

This is very bad.

Lin Qian took the bride's hand away from her body, but the effect was not obvious. She had no choice but to let the bride hang on her body.

Lin Qian let out a breath, walked to the balcony, sat down on the rocking chair, and watched the rising sun, silently lost in thought.

The sun is shining, the early morning clouds and fog are beginning to recede, and the dew is dripping.

Lin Qian reached out and brushed the hair from her face. These were from the bride's head. Feeling the softness in her hands, Lin Qian sighed again.

He reached out and gently took off the bride's hijab, and took out a blood-red comb from the bride's sleeve.

As the comb was taken out, the bride seemed to understand and no longer tried to wrap it around Lin Qian's neck.

He actually turned around silently and sat down, with his back to Lin Qian.

Lin Qian's eyes flickered. The supernatural influence of these ghost combs would not be the same on the bride if it was held by others. This would be the result if he held it.

"At least I can feel more at ease."

Lin Qian's lips opened slightly and she said these words.

Taking off the bride's red hairpin, Lin Qian gently combed her hair with a comb.

The soft black hair flowed slowly through Lin Qian's hands, very soft and cold.

"If you were a human being, I would admit it."

"Unfortunately, this is impossible. I am not a human being. How can you be a human being?"

Lin Qian gently combed the hair of the bride in front of her. At this moment, her wedding dress was very quiet and the sunshine was very gentle. Unfortunately, it still could not dispel the coldness between him and her.

Her hair was tied into bundles, and a beautiful bun appeared on the bride's head. Lin Qian gently inserted the red hairpin back into the bun.

At this point, after combing her hair, Lin Qian reached out and put the comb back into the bride's cuff, and then took out an eyebrow pencil from it.

He was very familiar with this thing. As the eyebrow pencil appeared, the bride was attracted by the supernatural and slowly turned around.

Lin Qian looked calm, stretched out his hands to roll up the sleeves of his windbreaker, and began to draw the bride's eyebrows.

The eyebrows and eyes are as picturesque as the mountains in the distance.

Although there are no green mountains and green waters surrounding this place, the beauty is no less beautiful than those green mountains and green waters.

Putting away the pen, Lin Qian reached out to take the hijab and tried to cover it, but the bride reached out and took the hijab, and then the hijab disappeared.

Lin Qian's eyes flashed, a little helpless, and she shook her head, too lazy to care about this.

Returning the eyebrow pencil, Lin Qian leaned on the rocking chair and looked at the floating clouds running in the sky.

The feeling of wandering in the clouds and the feeling of old friends at sunset are really interesting.

The rocking chair swayed slightly, and the bride was very calm this time, so she leaned quietly on Lin Qian's shoulders, her empty eyes turning slightly.

"Dad, Mom."

Coco rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked over. Her hair was messy, she was wearing pajamas, and her favorite animal, a bunny slipper, was on her feet.

Lin Qian turned around and looked over. Seeing Coco's disheveled appearance, she suddenly felt dumbfounded:

"Go wash your face and brush your teeth, and daddy will comb your hair."

"Yes! I want hair like my mother's!"

When Coco heard Lin Qian's words, she immediately became happy, especially after seeing the bride's hairstyle, her eyes lit up.

"No problem, go ahead." Of course Lin Qian would not refuse the little girl.

"Uh-huh!"

Coco nodded quickly and ran into the bathroom on her bunny slippers.

When she heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Lin Qian had a headache, and the little girl used her ghost hands to help brush her teeth.

"Sigh... I don't know who taught it." Lin Qiandi muttered.

He glanced at the bride next to him, well...it probably wasn't her, she didn't mean to...

Lin Qian's thought came to an abrupt end. He felt that he might have thought wrong.

The bride is conscious, so how could the terrifying ghost be unconscious?

There are ghosts with wishes, but can there be a ghost bride?

so……

Lin Qian turned to look at the bride, hesitated for a moment, reached out and touched the bride's face, and said awkwardly:

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Lin Qian's eyes flickered, waiting for a response, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't get the response he wanted.

Lin Qian silently retracted her hand, a little confused.

"Am I wrong, or is it something else?"

Lin Qian fell into deep thought, looking at the floating clouds above the sky, frowning slightly.

However, when Lin Qian didn't notice, the strange bride's empty eyes suddenly slowly turned in Lin Qian's direction.

Then after staring at Lin Qian for a moment, her eyes returned to normal, and Lin Qian was not aware of it from beginning to end.

"dad!"

Coco ran over in a hurry.

"Slow down, don't be in a hurry." Lin Qian came back from thinking, smiled and rubbed Coco's head.

"Come and sit down, daddy will give you the same hairstyle as mommy."

"Uh-huh!"

After hearing this, Coco sat on Lin Qian's lap obediently. Lin Qian looked at the stool at his feet. After being silent for a while, without saying anything, he reached out and took out the red comb from the bride's sleeve and began to comb his daughter's hair.

The little girl's hair is as smooth and delicate as her mother's, and it feels comfortable to hold in her hands.

Coco rocked the little bunny slippers, her eyes bright.

"Okay, let's go get dressed. We'll go down to eat later. You probably haven't eaten anything with your mother these days. Dad will bring you something to eat this time." Lin Qian put the comb back into the bride's sleeve again.

He patted the little girl's head gently and said with a smile.

As soon as he heard about eating, Keke's eyes were brighter than before. He quickly jumped off Lin Qian's legs and hurried towards the bedroom, saying as he ran:

"Dad, I want to eat roast duck, big chicken legs, and little rabbits..."

Hearing the names of cocoa's dishes, Lin Qian was a little bit dumbfounded:

"It's all up to you."

Watching Coco enter the bedroom, Lin Qian sighed, reached out and pinched the bride's face, feeling a little helpless:

"It would be great if you didn't want to kill me. It's not like I can't accept this kind of life."

Lin Qian shook the bride's face, a little helpless, and leaned on the rocking chair. The rocking chair swayed slightly, swaying with the bride's skirt.

It's really beautiful...

Ghost post office.

In the dim hall, Tian Xiaoyue was waiting anxiously with a red letter in her hand.

"Administrator, you seem to be very nervous."

Jiang Qing sat beside Tian Xiaoyue a little bored, and wrapped her hand around Tian Xiaoyue's white gauze skirt, obviously bored.

"Don't be so weird when you speak. Although I'm not a modern person, I can still hear good and bad things."

Tian Xiaoyue reached out and slapped Jiang Qing's hand away, feeling a little headache. Even if this guy knew her identity, he didn't show any signs of it.

"Oh, Sister Tian~ I know I was wrong. I won't dare to do it next time, okay?"

Jiang Qing hugged Tian Xiaoyue's hand and shook it gently.

"Okay, don't be shy. Be quiet later. Don't die accidentally. Don't blame me for not reminding you when the time comes." Tian Xiaoyue said.

Hearing this, Jiang Qing's face stiffened, and then she silently let go of the hand holding Tian Xiaoyue.

"Sister Tian, ​​I'll go back and rest first. Don't call me if anything happens. I'm scared."

After saying that, Jiang Qing walked towards the room in a hurry. Tian Xiaoyue shook her head and didn't care that Jiang Qing ran away.

She looked at the hall, her eyes flickering, and she wanted to run if she could.

It's a pity that her strength does not allow her to do this.

After all, she is not a complete administrator. She cannot resurrect a painting that was hung up by the previous administrator at the cost of losing control of the ghost post office.
To be continued...