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"Does it matter?" Mu Zening asked.

She thought about it seriously and said, "It's not important, but if you have a name, it feels more like a person." ”

After that, his face showed resentment, "That old man has always called me a good girl, and he is angry." ”

Most of the people who raise ghosts call their ghosts sons or daughters, and if they are raised more finely, they will deliberately choose a name, but the old man in her mouth is obviously making a profit by selling ghosts, so naturally he will not bother to choose a name.

Mu Zening thought for a while and asked her, "What name do you want to call?" ”

The woman pouted: "Of course you take the name, what's the meaning of me taking it myself?" ”

Mu Zening smiled faintly, didn't say anything, put away the contouring powder, and then went to the bathroom.

He washed his hands carefully, and when he came out again, he found that the living room was empty.

Mu Zening stood silently in place, for a long time, came to the dining table, opened the lunch sent by Mu Ling, and ate without saying a word.

His ghost is becoming more and more disobedient......

If it weren't for its soft spot for women's bodies, I'm afraid that sooner or later he would be reduced to its rations.

Mu Zening thought about his thoughts, and unconsciously finished lunch, feeling a little lacking in energy, and went to the upstairs room to sleep.

I slept until the evening, the sun was setting in the west, and the dark room was as cool as water.

Mu Zening opened his eyes and saw an eight or nine-year-old girl squatting on the edge of the bed, her face dirty, her fingers grabbing the edge of his bed, staring at him without blinking the corners of her eyes.

Mu Zening frowned, "Where did you come from?" ”

"Picked it up by the side of the road," the little girl smiled, "it's a good fit, isn't it?" Children are good, they can be used for a long time. ”

Mu Zening was a little helpless, holding her forehead and sitting up from the bed, the little girl also stood up, her clothes were ragged, and even her hair was dusty, it seemed that she had found a little beggar.

"Let's go wash it." Mu Zening said helplessly.

She pulled her knotted hair and muttered, "It doesn't seem easy." ”

Mu Zening thought about it, led her to the bathroom, used scissors to cut off her long hair that had not been taken care of all year round, and then helped her take a bath and wash her hair.

The little girl's body is very slender and thin, the little bean sprouts are malnourished, and the skin is not as delicate as that of her peers, which is slightly rough.

But her eyes were beautiful, dark and bright, and radiant.

Mu Zening helped her stand in front of the mirror, stunned for a moment.

She glanced at him with a frown and said, "I know you like to look like her, but it's hard to find, I still think children are more suitable for me......"

"No need, so be it." Mu Zening put the bath towel on her and walked out of the bathroom with a faint expression.

She hurriedly chased her out of it, standing barefoot on the floor, a wide bath towel wrapped around her thin body.

"Hey, give me a name." She rehashed the old story.

Mu Zening turned around to look at her, pondered for a long time, and said, "Call it Tangtang." ”

She asked, "How to write it?" ”

"Come here, I'll teach you how to write."

Mu Zening took her to the study, held her hands and taught her to write: "Zili is still the day before yesterday, and Tangyin is still growing old branches." ”

She was impatient: "Why are there so many? ”

Mu Zening was stunned, came back to his senses, threw the piece of paper aside, and wrote a very neat word "Tang".

She picked up the paper in a good mood and said, "I want to learn to write!" ”

Mu Zening gave her a pen and paper and tossed with her, this ghost's temperament is the same as that of a naughty child, what he wants to do, he must do it, he can't control it, so he doesn't bother to care.

It's better to learn to write than to go out and find a stand-in.

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