It made her feel very uncomfortable, and she became more and more panicked.

"I really didn't hear what you said, I just remember that in the early hours of the morning, I heard the sound of a cup breaking in a hazy way, did something happen?" Jiang Shen tried to keep his voice gentle.

"Oh......" Song Nian'an's eyes darkened, it was not the answer she expected, on the contrary, the other party's answer made her fall into deeper confusion and despair.

I didn't hear that loud noise, but I could hear the sound of the cup breaking.

Oh my God, there's got to be weird in this house!

"I don't know where to start." The woman on the couch was helpless.

The excitement in Jiang Shen's eyes surged, and he encouraged: "It doesn't have to be coherent, just say it roughly." ”

"I would dream in the first half of the night, and I would wake up in the second half of the night and hear a burst of prying doors." That's about it.

She curled her black hair on her chest and tugged at her masochistically.

Jiang Shen grabbed her hand and stopped her.

"If you don't mind, come to my room tonight." Jiang Shen frowned, this is a very serious matter.

"Hmm......" Song Nianan pursed his lips, "If it doesn't hinder you, it's naturally good!" ”

Song Nian'an couldn't ask for it.

"Let's have breakfast first." He said.

As soon as breakfast was finished, Teacher Fang appeared in front of them in a charming manner.

"Is Mr. Song's health better?" Teacher Fang looked at Jiang Shen with concern.

Song Nian'an: ???

She's here!

"Are you feeling better?" Jiang Shen asked, touching her head.

Song Nianan nodded.

Teacher Fang looked at her at this time: "If your body is better, let's go to class tomorrow." ”

The voice was noticeably colder by a few degrees.

Now Song Nianan understood.

Even if the other party doesn't remind them, Song Nianan and Jiang Shen will go to class tomorrow.

This is the third day of the holiday.

They looked around the room and found nothing out of the ordinary.

The number on the wrist is decreasing day by day.

"Diary!" Song Nianan suddenly remembered the strange diary.

She ran to the study and found it from the shelf, her hand holding the diary trembling a little.

Jiang Shen followed.

"Here you go." She handed the diary to Jiang Shen.

"Don't be afraid." Jiang Shen said soothingly.

The three words are said lightly, but she can't control it, and she doesn't know what she is panicking about, she is really angry.

"There it is."

Song Nian'an leaned over, and after seeing the content, his eyes widened slightly.

5.19, cloudy.

I had a dream that was almost real last night.

The reason why it's called a dream is because when I asked him if he heard strange sounds, he said no.

Although the space of the two-bedroom apartment is very large, it is not so big that he can't hear it at all.

I'm sure it's a dream, too hastily sure, what I'm afraid of, I don't know.

Little by little, the handwriting faded.

Disappear.

Song Nianan was completely panicked.

"It's like my diary, but I didn't write it!" The woman's voice was already crying.

It seems that he can run out and cry in the next second.

"Why am I the only one who hears those terrible sounds and sees those terrible scenes!" She raised her eyes suddenly, and the bottom of her eyes was soaked with tears at some point, and they rolled down as if they had burst the embankment.

The man was stunned and said in a low voice, "You calm down." ”

"Calm down?" Song Nianan looked at him in disbelief, snatched the diary from his hand, and slammed it on the ground, "How can you let me calm down!" ”

She gritted her teeth in hatred, walked over to the journal that had been thrown to the ground, and jumped and trampled on it like crazy.

"I've had enough of this place!"

"You're calming me down! You can't feel anything, you just don't have a backache when you stand and talk! She rushed to Jiang Shen's face, pointed to his nose and said, then turned around again and threw all the books on the bookshelf to the ground.

It all came out so suddenly.

"You really need to be calm!" The coolness in the man's voice made Song Nian's panic infinitely magnified.

I couldn't listen to anything at all.

The delicate body seemed to be full of strength at this moment, and tried in vain to knock down the bookshelf, but did not move.

I'm angry! I'm angry! I'm!!

Song Nianan didn't believe in the evil and made the strength of breastfeeding, but he still didn't move!

She kicked hard: "Even you are like this!" ”

It's like a fried kitten.

Fists clenched.

Jiang Shen, who was standing behind her, seemed to have seen enough of her sprinkling, and lifted people into the air from behind her.

"Ahh The sudden weightlessness made her scream, and after reacting to Jiang Shen, she screamed and struggled.

His legs were kicking and kicking in the air, his arms were waving constantly, Jiang Shen's face had a few more nail scratch marks, and the blood was oozing, and he didn't care.

Take the person directly out of the study and into his bedroom.

Throw people away.

Song Nianan was dizzy and dizzy, and his mood stabilized.

"You need to wake up." The man looked at her condescendingly.

Song Nian'an recalled what he had just done, ashamed and embarrassed, especially when he saw the blood marks on Jiang Shen's face, he reflexively shrank for a moment.

You don't have to guess to know it's her masterpiece, even if it's unintentional.

Jiang Shen was obviously angry, and fell heavily when he closed the door.

Song Nianan found himself in Jiang Shen's bedroom, got out of bed and leaned on the door to listen for a while, and only after there was no movement did he walk around the bedroom.

The force just now was too strong, making her yawn tiredly, Song Nianan chose Jiang Shen's quilt, which seemed to have the clear smell of a man's body.

Jiang Shen returned to the study and sorted out the mess.

When he picked up the journal, several notes fell out of it.

"If only I could catch that green train!"

"If only I could get the key!"

"I'm going to the back mountain!"

"Get out!"

Each slip of paper has a separate word on it.

This diary is really weird.

Jiang Shen put it back in its original position, took the note to the toilet, and watched the water flush it away.

When she returned to the bedroom again, the woman was sleeping deeply.

He pushed the couch to the edge of the bed, rested his legs, propped his head in one hand, and looked nonchalantly at the sleeping woman.

From her jet-black smooth hair, to her eyebrows, from her closed eyes to her pink lips.

His gaze is strong and aggressive, his gaze sticky and obsessive.

The sleeping woman seemed to feel something, frowning and turning over.

At this time, the man's sight was blocked.

He frowned in displeasure and simply closed his eyes.

The deep and shallow breaths of the two echoed in the room.

"Teacher Fang, tomorrow the two teachers, Jiang Shen and Song Nian'an, will start class, have you reminded them?" The headmaster was an elegant middle-aged man who played with a cigar in his hand, and sometimes put his mouth on the bottom of his nose and sniffed the faint smell of tobacco in the cigar.

"It's been reminded."

"Hmm...... Have you told them about the places on campus that you shouldn't go? He pulled a lighter out of a drawer.

"Don't worry, headmaster, I've made it clear!" Teacher Fang affirmed.

"Stand down." His addiction to cigarettes came up, and he smoked cigars in front of people, which had a bad effect.

He is a good principal who is good at managing his image.

When Song Nianan woke up, Jiang Shen was facing her, with the light on his back, and he was reading with his head down.

I watched it very seriously.

Seriously, she can disturb the other party with a small movement!

"Awake? Drink a glass of water. On the ground near him, there was a thermos flask, and when he saw the person wake up, he was the first to pour a glass of warm water.

Song Nianan took it, the water temperature was just right, she took a small sip, this man was really thoughtful.

There is really an illusion that they are a couple.

Except for the bad temper and the difficulty of approaching, almost everything is excellent, and they can be used to compare themselves with others.

"Your face, I think it needs to be dealt with." Song Nianan bit her lip and plucked up her courage to say, after all, it was her problem.

The blood stains on that face had dried up, the red had turned into crimson, a good face, it was made like this, and the other party didn't say a word about her, which made Song Nianan feel even more that he was a straw bag on the outside, and he was very top in appearance and appearance.

"I can't get it." Jiang Shen looked embarrassed.

"I'll help you! I remember that there seemed to be a first aid kit under the coffee table in the living room. She put the cup on the bedside table, and without waiting for Jiang Shen's consent, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed from the other side, and ran to the living room with a swoop, and sure enough, the first aid kit was there.

Jiang Shen looked at her cloaked back, and a smile flashed from the bottom of her eyes.

Song Nianan sat opposite Jiang Shen with a first-aid kit.

Eyes staring straight at his face.

If it weren't for the ruthlessness in the woman's eyes, he was afraid that he would have fallen like this.

He sat up straight and leaned forward slightly.

Song Nianan dipped a cotton swab in warm water to clean the blood little by little, the more he learned, there were as many as five places, and the small ok was stretched on the other party's face, which did not hinder his handsomeness at all.

On the contrary, it has a special flavor and is more manly!

It also melted away some of the indifference on his face.

"That's it!" She breathed a sigh of relief.

The man's face was calm, and he really didn't say a word about her, which made Song Nian'an feel even more guilty in his heart.

Dinner was made by Jiang Shen, and Song Nian'an didn't actually help much.

At the same point, the woman fell asleep, Jiang Shen carried the person back to his room, and only returned to the room after packing up the things on the dining table.

He was lying on the not so big sofa with his long legs a little aggrieved, and half hung outside.

After a while, I also fell into a light sleep.

A sense of powerlessness once again swept over Song Nian'an, who couldn't open her eyes, and she completely resisted the forced picture this time.

The woman's breathing suddenly became rapid, and Jiang Shen suddenly opened his eyes and got up from the sofa.

The light on the bedside table is turned on.

The woman's panicked face was clearly visible.

"Nian'an?" Jiang Shen's heart tightened, and he leaned over to probe her forehead, which was full of sweat.

No response.

He lifted the quilt, put one hand through the back of her neck, took the person into his arms, patted her back again and again, and patiently comforted her.

The woman in her arms seemed to calm down a little.