Wen Yiren looked at Yang Meimei, "Or, you have to have it?" ”

Yang Meimei hurriedly shook her head, "How is it possible, I haven't had it either." ”

"That's it."

In the middle of the night, it was pouring rain outside.

Wen Yiren stared at his phone, and Lu Shixiu sent many text messages.

Before she came, she greeted him and said that she had a field job in the past two days.

"Sister Yiren, what are you doing in a daze, by the way, you would call Mr. Lu at this point when you were in the United States, why didn't you have it today?"

Wen Yiren put down his phone, "He's busy." ”

"Also, Mr. Lu has a lot of opportunities, alas, Sister Yiren, I really envy you so much, I can find such an excellent husband as Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu is a typical actor, Sister Yiren, you are so happy."

Happiness?

If you only have the memories of this life, you are indeed very happy.

Can......

Seeing that Wen Yiren's expression was a little strange, Yang Meimei couldn't help but be curious, "Sister Yiren, did you quarrel with Mr. Lu?" ”

"No, you're thinking about something, you ......"

As he was talking, there was a sudden sound of 'clang' downstairs, followed by Li Xingguo's whimper, which sounded a little terrifying.

The two glanced at each other, quickly opened the door and ran downstairs, under the dim light, Li Xingguo lay on the ground with a painful face, the wheelchair next to him had been turned over, and the ground was full of water stains.

Seeing Wen Yiren, Li Xingguo hurriedly waved his hand at her, babbling in his throat, wanting to speak but unable to speak.

"Grandpa Li, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Yiren hurriedly helped Li Xingguo up.

His complexion looked terrible, his eye sockets were sunken, and his bones were very clear.

"Devil, devil, she's ......"

"What's the matter, old man, you said that you need to ring the bell at the head of the bed."

Li Chunhua hurriedly ran down, wearing a pair of medieval-style white pajamas, running down the stairs, quite a sense of a female ghost.

"Woo, you...... Devil, devil ......"

"Old man, you're talking nonsense again, let's go, let's go back and rest."

Wen Yiren followed behind the two and watched Li Chunhua help Li Xingguo to lie down on the bed.

"Grandpa Li, this is ......"

"Oh, he's afraid of thunder and rain, and he starts talking nonsense every time the weather is like this."

"That's right, Grandma Li, otherwise you go up and rest, Mei Mei and I will take care of it here."

"No need, I'll take care of it, young people can't stay up late, you go back to sleep first."

Wen Yiren didn't continue to insist, and pulled Yangmeimei upstairs quickly.

As soon as I arrived on the second floor, I smelled a strong smell of burning candles.

I couldn't help but glance at Li Chunhua's room opposite, where the smell came from.

Through the crack in the door, you can clearly see the flickering candlelight.

"Sister Pleasant ......"

"Let's go, let's go in."

Wen Yiren pushed Yang Meimei into the room, her face serious.

After entering the door, Wen Yiren did not forget to carefully inspect the room.

"Sister Yiren, what are you doing here?"

"See if there's any surveillance, just in case."

"Sister Yiren, you made me so scared, do you have anything to say to me?"

Wen Yiren stared at the pouring rain outside the window, and was silent for a long time, "Meimei, have you seen it?" ”

Yang Meimei was puzzled, "What do you see?" ”

"There are two souls in Li Chunhua's body, one is already asleep, and the other is controlling her body, the soul that controls her body......" Speaking of this, Wen Yiren paused, "It's not hers." "Baidu" When he laughed, there was a breeze blowing through Jiezhong Literature, and the latest chapter of "Jiezhong Literature was free to read for the first time.