Location inside a remote residence.

It was completely dark outside the window, and the lights were not turned on inside the room, it was dark and silent.

I don't know how long it took, but a figure on the bed suddenly moved.

A very hoarse voice was heard.

"Hiss......"

Jiang Ruan slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling overhead, the branches outside the window were reflected in the light, spreading across the entire ceiling, with teeth and claws.

The sound of rain was in my ears.

She turned her head to look at the window.

It was pouring rain outside.

Every now and then there was a flash of thunder.

The noisy sound in the ears is inexplicably upsetting.

She sat up on the bed, feeling a slight pain in her arm.

Jiang Ruan wrinkled her brows, took a look, and found that her arm was wrapped in thick white gauze, which was slightly printed with a little bright red, and the blank memory in her brain gradually returned, and then organized little by little.

Charity Gala ......

Someone did something to her.

First it was a matter of alcohol, and then it was about sending someone to kill her.

Who is it?

Moreover, the killer is a person with the same ability as her.

And the level is not low.

At last......

Her expression froze suddenly.

Fu Chi?

The last memory is of him running towards her, as if he had done something to bring the capable man to the ground.

Jiang Ruan turned his head and looked around, the room was still in an unusually cold decoration style, except for black, white and gray, there was no other color, this was his house.

"Fu Chi?"

She screamed into the room.

But there was no response.

Jiang Ruan could only lift the quilt and get out of bed.

She also felt very strange now, obviously she was sick, but now she felt that her body didn't seem to feel much, and she suddenly thought that when she first got sick, it was also in front of Fu Chi.

What methods did he use?

It was able to make her recover so quickly.

She was curious about this.

Open the door and go downstairs.

When I walked to the staircase, I saw a figure in the living room.

Still in pitch black, standing there silently, like a ghost, usually quiet and unspeakable.

Jiang Ruan raised his eyebrows.

"Thousand Domains?"

The man downstairs looked up, glanced at her, then turned and went into the kitchen, grabbed his apron and put it on, and sat down in the pot.

"What to eat?"

It was still the indifferent voice of Gujing Wubo.

Looking at the man like this, Jiang Ruan couldn't help but laugh.

Such an ice cube face, wearing an apron printed with cartoon characters, holding a spatula in his hand, looking at her expressionlessly, the painting style is really weird.

"Whatever." She looked around and asked, "What about Fu Chi?" ”

Qianyu's movements paused, and his voice was still on a horizontal line: "Busy." ”

Jiang Ruan raised his eyebrows.

"Okay."

Qianyu no longer bothered her, quietly cooking in the kitchen, his movements were smooth, and there was a strange obsessive-compulsive phenomenon, no matter which condiment he used, he was extremely accurate, as if he was weighing, accurate to a few grams.

What a weirdo.

Jiang Ruan shook his head.

Fifteen minutes later, Qianyu brought her a bowl of noodles, and she had to say that Qianyu was really a cooking wizard, no matter the color and flavor, it was no worse than the chef of a star-rated restaurant.

I finished the bowl of noodles as quickly as I could.

also knew that Qianyu was a stuffy gourd and couldn't chat at all, so she didn't stay in the living room long and returned to the house.