Good Morning, Miss Ghost Chapter 9

Ah Yao quickly cleaned up the mess she had made, and dug up all the cameras and bugs that were hidden, just in time to see Mo Zhen coming back home.

“Your a.s.sistant is two-faced ah, she secretly installed a camera and a bug in your bedroom and she even held onto your quilt and rolled in your bed!”

Mo Zhen's raised his eyebrow when he heard this, “What did you say?”

“I said that Xiao Xi is two-faced ah!” Ah Yao waved her hand as all the cameras and bugs came flying over, “Do you see?! This is the evidence of her committing the crime!”

Mo Zhen saw the floating thing in the air and held one in his palm. Taking out his cell phone, Mo Zhen directly dialed the phone and waited. The phone had only just rung twice and was immediately connected, “How are you, Emperor Mo? Your food should've been already taken care of by Xiao Xi.”

Hearing Xiao Xi's name coming from Tang Qiang's mouth made Mo Zhen frown: “Xiao Xi installed cameras and bugs in my room."

“What?” The voice on the other end of the phone exclaimed in surprise, Tang Qiang cautiously asked, “How did you find out?”

“How I found out is none of your business, the main point is that I did find out.” Mo Zhen’s voice sounded extremely unhappy, “How do you intend to deal with this?”

Tang Qiang frowned for a moment and asked: “She did not take anything, right?”

Mo Zhen replied, “Most likely not.”

“That’s good.” Tang Qiang let out a sigh of relief, “I'll have to deal with this then, where is Xiao Xi right now?”

Mo Zhen looked Ah Yao.

Ah Yao blinked innocently, “I accidently scared her away.”

Mo Zhen exhaled and answered: “Don't know.”

"Alright, I'll take care of it, you do not have to worry about it anymore.”

“En.” Mo Zhen finished, and hung up the phone quickly.

He searched the room again, from the carpet to the bathroom ceiling, when Mo Zhen had determined that there was nothing else hidden, he asked Ah Yao who was standing behind him: “Did she touch anything else?”

Ah Yao pointed to the big closet in Mo Zhen’s bedroom, “Your clothes.”

Good.

Mo Zhen's veins on his forehead bulged as he walked up to open the closet, “Which one?”

“This one.” Ah Yao pointed to the pair of pajamas that Mo Zhen usually slept in.

Mo Zhen pulled out the pair of pajamas, and disgustingly thrown it into the trash can.

Ah Yao looked at the behavior of Mo Zhen and kindly reminded him: “She also slept in your bed.”

Mo Zhen's annoyance doubled as he said angrily, “I don't want this bed either.” These economic losses were all going to be placed onto Tang Qiang's head!

Ah Yao, listening to Mo Zhen, widened her eyes in surprise,”Then where will you sleep tonight? ”

“Room!” Beside Mo Zhen's master bedroom was a small guest room that was unoccupied, it would've never been thought that it would finally come in handy at a time like this.

Mo Zhen decided to stay in that room until his new bed arrived.

He worked busily like this until it was 10 o clock at night. The stomach suddenly came a burst of colic, reminding Mo Zhen he did not eat dinner – and because it had too much gas, he could feel the pain in his stomach.

Watching as Mo Zhen's face had suddenly turned pale, Ah Yao was extremely started, “Are you okay?!”

Mo Zhen frowned, but did not answer, leaning on the handrail of the stairs, he went down to the second floor. He poured a cup of hot water and sat on the sofa breathing heavily a few times, but the pain in his stomach did not get any better.

“What’s the matter with you? Is it a stomachache?”

“Do not move, your shaking makes me dizzy!”

Ah Yao obediently stopped and looked helplessly at Mo Zhen.

“There is medicine in the second drawer on the left side of the TV cabinet, help me get it.” Mo Zhen leaned on the sofa, his forehead has been exuded a thin layer of thin sweat.

“Ah!” Ah Yao turned to the TV cabinet, found the drug, floated worriedly in front of Mo Zhen, and handed him a cup of hot water, “Quickly eat the medicine.”

Mo Zhen's left hand clutched his stomach as he sat up from the sofa, took out a few tablets of medicine, and then arranged in accordance with the size of the pills in order, swallowing them.

Ah Yao: “… …”

Obsessive-compulsive disorder is really a great disease; it was even more important than stomach pain.

Mo Zhen ate the medicine, and lay down on the sofa. Ah Yao looked at him as she wrinkled her eyebrows, and drifted into the kitchen to make some dinner.

Since he had a stomachache, she should make something that was easy to digest; Ah Yao opened the refrigerator and looked at all the ingredients and finally came to a decision- she would boil porridge.

Fortunately, Tang Qiang came regularly to Mo Zhen's house to deliver rice. Ah Yao quickly found the location of the rice bags, and started to boil the water.

Listening to the clunking of pots in the kitchen, Mo Zhen opened his eyes slightly, and then looked at the pots and pans in the kitchen floating by themselves, and then silently closed his eyes again.

Ah Yao was busy in the kitchen for half an hour, and finally presented the porridge to Mo Zhen.

Carefully bring the bowl of porridge to the living room, Ah Yao blew into Mo Zhen's ears, “Mo Zhen, get up to eat.”

Mo Zhen's eyelashes trembled and finally opened his eyes and stared at the enlarged face in front of him, “too close.”

Ah Yao gave a cry, and took a step back, “Eat it while it's hot, or else you'll get stomach pain again.”

Since he had just taken stomach medicine, the stomach pain had already eased a lot, Mo Zhen slowly sat up from the couch, and stared at the hot bowl of porridge floating in front of him silently.

“Uh … …” Ah Yao floated a step back, her eyes glancing around the room, “Do not judge this porridge for looking ordinary, it actually tastes very good ah!

Mo Zhen lazily lifted his eyes to glance at Ah Yao, could not help but chuckle, “You are a genius chef?”

“No, but I am the small head of the household!” Ah Yao said this with an authorative tone as if she was really a small head of a household.

(Meaning, she is kind of the authoraitive figure in her family despite being young)

Mo Zhen chucked as he bent down, picked up the spoon to eat up. Ah Yao carefully watched Mo Zhen's expression and finally nervously asked: “how does it taste?”

“Not bad.” Mo Zhen said honestly, this ghost had some merit at least. Hearing Mo Zhen's praise, Ah Yao floated around the living room a couple times happily.

“How did you scare away Xiao Xi today?” Mo Zhen continued to eat his porridge and looked up to stare at Ah Yao.

“Ah, this ah!” Now that they were talking about this, Ah Yao became very excited, “This is it!” The TV screen turned on and the living room light started to flash erratically.

Mo Zhen’s mouth twitched, “That's enough, thank you.”

“Oh.” Ah Yao stopped with a disappointed look on her face, but in not even two seconds, her spirits picked up and she excitedly exclaimed to Mo Zhen, “You should've seen her frightened state, shouting "GHOST" as she ran out as if something was chasing her Ha ha ha ha! ”

Mo Zhen looked at the proud expression on Ah Yao's face, unknowingly, the ends of his mouth were raised as he lowered his head to continue to drinkt he porridge.

When Mo Zhen finished the bowl of porridge, he had originally wanted Ah Yao to wash the dishes, after all, she was free-loading off of him, people need to earn their keep.

He raised his head to look at Ah Yao, his brow was subconsciously wrinkled, “What's wrong?”

“Well … …” Ah Yao looked down at her body, it was transparent to the point where it looked like it almost disappeared, “Nothing, just a little tired.” Today, scaring Xiao Xi and making porridge for Mo Zhen had consumed too much strength, she could barely even stand up in this state.

“If I take a break I'll be fine.” Ah Yao said as she floated to the side of the sofa and curled into a ball.

Mo Zhen looked away for a while, and saw her eyes closed as if she was in a deep sleep, he gently got up from the sofa, carrying the bowl to the kitchen.

These pots and pans, tomorrow he would call Tang Qiang to clean them.

# Get up every day to see Tang Qiang being ridiculed_ (:  “∠) _ #

(This is sort of a pun, because the word for ridicule in pinyin is also Tang Qiang)

Mo Zhen took a bath, the pain in his stomach had completely subsided by now. He changed a set of new pajamas and walked down to the first floor, Ah Yao was still curled up in the corner of the sofa, her eyes closed as she was fast asleep.

Silver moonlight quietly spilled from the window and casted a silver halo on Ah Yao's sleeping head. Her thick eyelashes were dyed silver from the light and the long hair ran down her shoulders, laying starkly contrast to the pale white arms, and down to her waist.

This scene made Mo Zhen remember the Sleeping Beauty fairytale, it was as if he was a prince, as long as you kissed her, you could wake the sleeping princess.

Mo Zhen bit his lip, cursing the image that was reflected in his heart. He had such a ridiculous idea! He had just wanted to kiss this ghost!

It was most likely because the ghost was too beautiful that it enticed him! Using beauty to confuse him, it was simply too evil!

Mo Zhen turned to go to the second floor, quietly shutting the door.

In the living room, Ah Yao woke up from her slumber and slowly opened her eyes. She glanced at the second floor, yawned from the sofa and sat up.

It was very quiet at night, even the sound of insects could not be heard. Although the ghost has been floating around for a very long time, but in the dead of night, it was inevitable that Ah Yao would feel a little bit lonely.

She idly floated around the living room for a few laps, and finally opened the laptop that was sitting on the computer table.

Thinking about the photo of the fruit pudding that Xiao Xi had posted this afternoon, Ah Yao opened the browser and directly went to the Cape Forum.

When she arrived on the home page, her suspicions were confirmed the post  “Mo Zhen really is the fruit pudding powder, there are pictures of the truth,” was straight on the front page.

But because this post was on the home page, and it was only a picture of fruit pudding it could not really explain anything. And the other members who had come in later could only use the keyboard to type LSZB rapidly, so that the post had become buried deep.

(LZ means the user that posted, and ZB means stupid, they are basically cursing the user who had posted the picture)

But it was now busy in the forum, thanks to the owner of the picture had posted another reply at a later time.

“There's a ghost in Mo Zhen's house ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!