The clock stops at exactly six.

Song Nianan hesitated at the door of Jiang Shen's room, wandering back and forth.

Every time she is alone, she always can't stop panicking in her heart.

Just as she was about to pluck up the courage to knock on the door, the door opened.

"Something?" The man was surprised that she was at the door.

"It's not a big deal, I just want to ask......" she bit her lip and pulled the topic, "what to eat tonight." ”

"What do you want to eat? I was about to go to the kitchen. "Just now the woman fell asleep, read it for a while, and wanted to go back to her room to get a book that she hadn't finished yet.

He threw the book behind him back, and there was no big sound, and it should have been thrown on the quilt safely.

"Whatever, I can do it." It doesn't matter what you eat, it's important, not alone.

Jiang Shen rolled up his sleeves as he walked, there were still some vegetables and a piece of meat in the kitchen, which would not be fresh tomorrow, and he planned to dispose of them all.

Song Nianan leaned on the door frame of the kitchen, suddenly a little embarrassed.

"What, do you want my help? I'm very good at washing vegetables! Afraid of the other party's refusal, Song Nianan hurriedly added.

The clock turned to half-past six.

Jiang Shen did not refuse, and Song Nianan happily walked to the edge of the pool.

He handed over a handful of greens.

Song Nianan tore off the green vegetables one by one and washed them carefully.

Jiang Shen was cutting the meat, looking at Song Nianan from time to time.

The woman was wearing a black dress, leaning on the edge of the sink, her head was lowered, an unconscious smile was on the corner of her mouth, her eyes were focused on looking at the green vegetables in her hand, her white and slender fingers formed a strong visual impact with the dishes, Jiang Shen's gaze fell on her hand, paused, and only moved away after three seconds.

It's beautiful.

"I've washed it, do you have anything else to wash?" Song Nianan invited the washed vegetables to put them in front of Jiang Shen.

"Wash the rice, the rice hasn't been burned yet." Jiang Shen handed the rice to Song Nian'an.

"How many meters?" In the corner of the kitchen, Song Nianan opened the lid and saw the measuring bucket inside, and was in trouble for a while.

The woman squatted on the ground, a small lump, and her face was very cute.

"A bowl and a half will be fine." The bucket is not big or small, the other party's food is small, his is very large, and basically he eats the meal.

The rice was quickly ready, and Song Nianan put it in the rice cooker, "Where is the plug board?" She asked, holding the plug.

"Give it to me." Jiang Shen held the plug in one hand and the rice cooker in the other hand to the other table in the kitchen, making sure that he would come back to continue cutting vegetables after cooking.

At this moment, the hour hand turned to seven.

Jiang Shen was still chopping vegetables.

Song Nian'an had already washed all the dishes that should be washed, and when she picked up another kitchen knife and wanted to cut it, she was stopped by Jiang Shen.

She knew that the other party disliked her for not looking good.

Jiang Shen is very skilled, and he often does it at a glance, Song Nianan stood beside him, watching him wave the shovel calmly, every time something is put into the pot, Song Nianan always subconsciously leans back, even if the place where she is standing is definitely a place where oil can't splash.

I'm still afraid, after all, her skin is very delicate, and she can't be burned.

Tsk, Mr. Jiang can look like everything, he is handsome, he has money, and his conversation is extraordinary, it would be more perfect if he smiled more!

Song Nianan thought about whether there was anything or not, Jiang Shen had already prepared four dishes and one soup.

At seven forty o'clock, the meal was served.

Song Nianan drank half a bowl of soup first, but because it was hot, he drank it slowly.

Scooped up half a bowl of rice, seven fifty-five.

Pulled two mouthfuls of rice, "Very good!" ”

The man's cooking skills are really very suitable for her appetite, she doesn't like to eat on weekdays, but after coming here, she will eat more, and her body seems to be improving, very small, the feeling that there seem to be two veins in the body returning to the correct position, can only be understood and indescribable.

"Then eat more." The small face is very beautiful, but if there is more meat, it will be more comfortable to look at.

Seven fifty-eight.

Song Nianan scooped a mouthful of rice into his mouth, chewed two bites, and lifted the chopsticks.

Seven fifty-nine.

She shoved the dish into her mouth and swallowed it.

Seven fifty-nine and thirty seconds.

Song Nianan scooped another spoonful and prepared to stuff it in his mouth.

Eight.

"Smack."

Song Nianan lay on the table without warning, the spoon in her hand fell to the ground and fell in half, and the rice was spilled on the table, some of which were pressed under her cuffs.

Jiang Shen got up quickly, patted her face, didn't react, and probed the bottom of her nose like yesterday.

It's the first time I've seen someone who can still sleep after eating.

Jiang Shen smiled helplessly, sat down on the chair next to her, leaned the person on his shoulder, cleaned up the rice grains on her clothes one by one, and then carried the person back to Song Nian'an's bedroom.

It was very dark in the bedroom, the woman didn't even pull the curtains, and the quilt was very messy, Jiang Shen first put the person on the small sofa on the side, and after the sheets and quilts were smooth, he picked up Song Nianan and put her on it.

I slept peacefully, without superfluous expressions.

There was still a cup of unfinished water on the bedside table, Jiang Shen frowned and picked it up, remembering that this was yesterday, he put it.

After making sure that the woman did not catch a cold, he left, and he quickly cleaned up the mess in the living room, and took a few bags of sorted garbage downstairs.

He entered Song Nian'an's bedroom again and put the water on the bedside table.

He sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, and looked at people for a long time.

The woman should have been frightened by the sound of prying the door last night, so today, she approached him again and again.

You should rely on him more, need him, trust him.

The man smiled, and just thinking about what it was like at that time made his blood boil.

There's nothing more interesting than watching your prey step by step into the realm of his control!

When he was half-asleep and half-awake, Song Nianan heard the strange sound again, but he couldn't open his eyes, his whole body couldn't move, and his heart was beating faster and faster in his chest.

Some are crying, some are laughing, some are whispering.

The sound of women's high heels in the hallway was mixed with the sound of men's hurried footsteps and the sound of clothes and fabrics rubbing against each other as they walked.

I don't know who lit a cigarette, and when I looked up at the perfect jawline, the smoke ring came out of the beautiful and thin lips, and it seemed that the smoke also had a sound.

Infinitely amplified.

Song Nianan obviously couldn't see a little picture, but it was clear in his mind.

The black and white scenery is unsettling and ominous for no reason.

Song Nianan only knew that he was struggling desperately, and he didn't understand why he was having the same dream continuously.

The hour hand turns to eleven.

The woman on the bed opened her eyes suddenly.

She clutched the quilt tightly, trying to wrap it tightly, curled up together, sweating all over.

Reason told her that she should go to the bathroom and take a shower.

But she didn't dare.

Why did those scenes always feel familiar to her?

Although they are all the same, the dreams of the two days are still different.

More voices were heard on the second day than on the first day, more like an extension of the development of events.

I didn't have time to think deeply, and the violent sound of prying the door outside the door came to mind again.

Song Nianan poked his head out of the quilt and listened, there is.

She swallowed, her mouth was dry, and she subconsciously fumbled around the bedside table.

Touching the cup, pouring it down tons and tons, paused.

Where is this water?

The cup in her hand avoided it like a snake and scorpion, and she smashed it to the ground.

The sound of the door is getting louder and louder.

The growing agitation in her heart, as if the wound had scabbed off, made her palpitate terribly.

Song Nian'an shrunk into a ball tremblingly, letting the quilt cover every part of his body.

She changed direction uneasily, lying on the side of the bed, trying to press down the heart that kept trying to penetrate from her body, she didn't even dare to gasp for air, she could only clench her teeth tightly, close her mouth, and snort unusually fast.

After a long time, the violent sound of prying the door finally stopped, and the strange mood was relieved, and she wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but her mouth could not be opened.

I can only pull the quilt down in a trance, and it's dawn.

After coming back to his senses, he found that his whole body was weak and his limbs were weak.

Pull back the curtains and the sun is shining.

I don't seem to be so scared anymore.

After washing, go to the bedside, clean up the pieces of the cup on the floor, and wrap them in tissues.

She was pretty sure it wasn't a dream.

Jiang Shen set breakfast on the table as he did the day before.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Shen raised his eyes and saw Song Nianan standing without saying a word, his face pale.

"The cup is broken." She lowered her eyebrows and said.

"Did it hurt?" The man walked up to Song Nianan quickly, looking up and down worriedly.

Song Nianan shook his head and threw the glass slag into the trash with weak feet.

The two sat at the dining table.

Song Nian'an was in a trance, holding a bun and gnawing it mechanically.

I gnawed too much, I didn't have time to swallow it, she choked, she coughed and coughed, and handed over a glass of water in time.

Song Nian'an pulled back her nerves at this time, and saw the man's eyes full of worry, she moved her mouth, wanting to ask but not daring to ask.

"What's uncomfortable?" Jiang Shen sensed that she was not in the right mood.

"You...... Did you hear any strange noises and the sound of the door being prying last night? She asked, nervous.

"I slept well and didn't hear that." Jiang Shen frowned, looking like he was trying to recall.

"You asked this question yesterday, did you find anything?" The man put down the bun in his hand with a serious expression.

"Is it only me who can hear me?" Song Nianan muttered uncertainly.

It's really terrifying!

"What did you find?" Jiang Shen looked at Song Nian'an, who was caught in his thoughts, and asked again.

"I don't know what's going on." Song Nian'an's face was full of distress, and he couldn't help but want to pull his hair.

I always feel that everything is not real, but it is so real.

"You really didn't hear anything?" Song Nianan looked at Jiang Shen expectantly, sincerely hoping that the other party could hear what she heard, so that she would not be afraid of being like this.

It seems that she and Jiang Shen are not companions.