"Brother Ziqin, let me give birth to the child, right?"

"No, Xiaoyuan, this child can't be wanted."

"Brother Ziqin......"

Wen Yiren saved the video and chose a tree to watch the play quietly.

"Xiaoyuan, a child without a father will not be happy, obedient."

"Brother Ziqin, you won't want us, the child and I will be obedient, we won't affect your marriage with your cousin, Brother Ziqin, please."

Xu Yuan cried pear blossoms with rain, He Ziqin was very distressed when he saw it, and took her into his arms, "Let's go back and discuss this matter, we are recording the show now, what if it is discovered?" ”

"Okay, Brother Ziqin, I'll listen to you."

Wen Yiren quickly left, rushing to gather with the large army in front of He Ziqin and Xu Yuan.

"What, did you find any good show?"

Song Qingyu approached her and asked in a low voice.

"Guess."

"Don't sell Guanzi, I think there is a problem with those two people."

There's definitely something wrong with that, quite a problem.

When she went to bed at night, Su Ling and her husband were in the same room, and Nan Che and He Ziqin were people who could not share the same room, so they each occupied a room.

Wen Yiren, Song Qingyu, could only share a room with Xu Yuan.

Good thing there is a big bed and a small bed in this room.

Song Qingyu is notoriously tricky and domineering, and he occupies the big bed, "Yiren, I will sleep with you tonight." ”

Or else?

Wen Yiren raised her eyebrows, and she couldn't squeeze in with Xu Yuan?

There was already a feud between Xu Yuan and Wen Yiren, so it was naturally impossible to chat with Wen Yiren.

Song Qingyu obviously didn't want to see her, and after washing, Xu Yuanwu lay on the bed and played with her mobile phone.

Song Qingyu has a habit of turning off the light when applying a mask.

Wen Yiren lay next to Song Qingyu, "Qingyu, I'll tell you a ghost story, right?" ”

"Okay."

Wen Yiren obviously felt that the light of Xu Yuan's mobile phone was shaking.

Wickedly smiled, "Do you want to listen to scary or funny?" ”

"Nonsense, ghost stories must be listened to scary."

"Ahem, then I'll get started."

Wen Yiren cleared her throat, "This is a true story, it happened to a person I know. ”

Wen Yiren first tricked the mystery.

At the moment, an automatic camera is recording the scene in the house.

A dimly lit room, a faint cell phone light, and a warm and pleasant shade sound.

"Let's call her Xiaomei for the time being, my friend Xiaomei is an intern in a company, the salary is not high, so she rented a single apartment near the company, which is the kind of small duplex, with a living area below and a sleeping place above. She had lived there for half a year and had never seen her neighbors across the door or on the left and right. ”

Speaking of this, Wen Yiren paused deliberately, "One night, she worked overtime until the early hours of the morning before going home, casually made a cup of instant noodles and began to wash and sleep, just when she was drowsy, she suddenly heard a knock on the door, thinking who was looking for her, ran to the cat's eye to see, there was no shadow, and then, she went back to sleep, just lay down, the knock on the door remembered again, this time, it was from next door." ”

Wen Yiren knocked on the wall, and Xu Yuan was already trembling with fright.

Xiaomei didn't think so, and continued to sleep, and then, ah, she heard someone knocking on the wall again, knock knock, knock knock, Xiaomei thought that someone finally lived next door, maybe cleaning up the house, or didn't take it seriously, but at three o'clock in the morning, Xiaomei suddenly heard the sound of the key lock hole, which came from her room door...... "Baidu" When he laughed, there was a breeze blowing through the latest chapter of Jiezhong Literature "Read it for free for the first time."