Chapter 11: The Ghost Press
Mo Qingyi had goosebumps all over her body, and her body was instantly freed from the heat, followed by a cold sweat.
When I opened and closed my eyes, I suddenly realized that I was dreaming within a dream.
The air conditioning didn't hit 30 degrees, and there was no one around the room, everything was a dream.
"Nerves!!"
It was those people who scared her a lot before, and now she can't stand the slightest fright.
Mo Qingyi sat for a while, got up and got out of bed to pour boiling water. I walked to the kitchen, took out a bottle of mineral water and drank half a bottle, and finally felt a lot more comfortable. It's just that there is a weird feeling in her heart, as if something is wrong, but she said that she can't hit it.
Mo Qingyi leaned out of the window and saw a beam of lights outside from the reflection of the glass, she opened the window curiously to find out, only to find that the lights were off all around their community, but she was the only one, which was brightly lit.
The dazzling light is particularly strange in the dark night. It's just that none of the other residents are quiet.
She remembers one time, she just forgot to turn off the kitchen lights, and was attacked by the residents opposite for three hours, and finally she spent 1,000 yuan to settle the situation. Since then, she has been up at night and has not dared to turn on the lights again.
It's just that tonight, so bright as day, why didn't that family move at all.
Mo Qingyi couldn't figure it out, so she simply went back to sleep, went back in the dark, lay on the bed, and gathered the quilt, but smelled a faint fragrance.
Somewhat familiar......
Mo Qingyi just wanted to get up, and hugged her waist tightly with one hand.
Jin Yunheng!!
Ghostly perverts!!
"Jin Shao, this is my home!" Mo Qingyi said solemnly.
With that, he shrunk his shoulders and ducked into the corner of the side.
Jin Yunheng took a step further with his long hand, leaned his head on Mo Qingyi's back, and took a few deep breaths, "Don't move." β
"This is my home, my bedroom, my bed." Mo Qingyi said solemnly again.
Fortunately, her ability to resist pressure is not bad, otherwise she would have been scared out of the problem a long time ago.
"Hmm."
Jin Yunheng just replied lightly.
"I'm a patient, not a deaf."
You're mentally retarded! Mo Qingyi said secretly in her heart.
She reminded her like this, Jin Yunheng pretended not to understand, and lay on her bed with a dead face, obviously not wanting to move her position.
If the enemy doesn't move, she moves.
Mo Qingyi was about to get out of bed, but Jin Yunheng snorted coldly and said, "Although I am a patient, I have all the instincts that a man should have. Just lying down, it won't move you, you can rest assured. β
"My family can't accommodate your big Buddha, I can't afford to provoke it, I can afford to hide."
"Hide? Ho. Do you want me to turn on the lights in the whole neighborhood? β
Mo Qingyi, "......"
How can there be such a boring person!!
The lights were turned on so brightly, it was nothing more than that he could see wherever she fled.
As for tonight's play, it seems that he has bought a lot of people's hearts.
Mo Qingyi then lay down like a dead fish, motionless, as if there was no one beside her.
I looked at my phone, and it was only 11 o'clock. She felt like it was almost dawn.
Every second beside Jin Yunheng was torment.
Mo Qingyi closed her eyes and fell asleep in a daze. But in the middle of the night, his body was stiff, he couldn't move, and his consciousness was very clear.
Mo Qingyi knew very well that it was a ghost press again.
Mo Qingyi breathed calmly, and there was a faint breath on her face from top to bottom, from her forehead, to the tip of her nose, to her lips, she wanted to move, but she couldn't move.
Jin Yunheng squinted his eyes, looked at the face close at hand, was a little surprised, and pinched Mo Qingyi's neck slightly, Mo Qingyi took a big breath as if he had been relieved, and looked at a pair of eagle falcon eyes with his eyes open.
The two looked at each other, and Jin Yunheng suddenly smiled, "Can't wait?" β
"Not really. I'm on the bed. β
"Ghost press? You're saying I'm a ghost? β
Mo Qingyi was helpless, remembering that the person in front of her had lived abroad for so many years, so she was naturally not familiar with some of China's "folk legends".
"The ghost press is when the mind wakes up earlier than the body, that is, your body has not woken up yet, but your mind is active. No matter how active the mind is, it can't wake up the sleepy limbs. β
"Who taught you biology? How can you still be allowed to minor in nursing. β
"I'm not Baidu Encyclopedia, I don't like those clichΓ©s, I can't memorize them, I just say what I understand."
Mo Qingyi looked at half of his body being pressed by Jin Yunheng, and it was clear at a glance.
No wonder the ghost presses the bed, why does he feel so numb in his body.
Suddenly, there was a faint knock on the door.
The two of them looked at the door together, looked back at the same time again, and said, "Looking for you?" β
"Who's going to look for me at night. Jin Shao, hurry home. β
Jin Yunheng frowned, he obviously explained everything, how could he ......
Jin Yunheng was thinking about it, Mo Qingyi's mobile phone rang, and three words appeared on the screen.
Big baby.
Ho.
A treacherous smile appeared on the corner of Jin Yunheng's mouth.
Mo Qingyi didn't expect that it would be this person.
It's still a big night!
Not to mention that there are still people at home!!
Mo Qingyi broke out in a cold sweat, subconsciously looked at Jin Yunheng, saw him sitting upright unhurriedly, and looked at her with a smile.
Mo Qingyi's legs were weak, she refused to answer the phone, and explained: "This is a blind date, I ...... it"
The knock outside the door became louder, and Mo Qingyi closed her eyes in despair.
God, if she knocks it down again, will she be able to rent it here?
Mo Qingyi hurriedly got out of bed, put on a sweater jacket with a knitted sweater, and trotted out barefoot.
Mo Qingyi opened the door and looked at a drunken unconscious stinky face outside the door, and she was angry. A red face, red is worthy of the classic color of Dior's lipstick.
"Zhou Buqi, where to go!! Don't bother me!! Mo Qingyi reprimanded impatiently.
This is an unreliable blind date introduced by an unreliable relative.
Just because this little deflated three-week uneven father won a villa and a car by mahjong, since then, card friends have come to the door for advice, as for Zhou Buqi, took over his old father's mantle, obediently started a new round of mahjong life.
It's just that Zhou Buqi doesn't know how to be satisfied, people are worse and more attentive.
"Qingyi, why don't you come, don't you come to contact me......"
Zhou Buqi was endured all over his body, covered with skin and bones, with purple hair and a purple shirt, he was extremely angry.
"Do I know you well? Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!! β
Mo Qingyi was even more impatient and hurried.
Zhou Buqi stared at Mo Qingyi's pajamas under his sweater with hazy eyes, a good show appeared in his mind, smirked, and stretched out one hand to hug Mo Qingyi.
Mo Qingyi hid, but let Zhou Buqi walk into her room alive.
Mo Qingyi looked at the "Kill Matt" crawling on the ground, irritable, raised her foot and made a gesture to kick, and immediately withdrew her foot when she thought of her mistake in the first two days.
Unexpectedly, someone was leaning against the wall with his arm and looking at Zhou Buqi on the ground and said, "He's not me, not so fragile." With a little more effort, I returned this one of mine......"
Mo Qingyi, "......"
Isn't it true that rich people think differently?
When did he owe him......
"If he disturbs my sleep and doesn't throw him down here, he should thank me for my kindness." Jin Yunheng said again.
Mo Qingyi looked at Jin Yunheng blankly.
Merciful, truly merciful.
Mo Qingyi squatted down, grabbed Zhou Buqi's arm and prepared to drag him out.
Zhou Buqi hugged Mo Qingyi's waist and crawled to sit up.
The fire in Mo Qingyi's heart was burning.
Bang!
There was a loud bang.
Zhou Buqi fell asleep and lay on the ground, motionless.
Mo Qingyi looked up at Jin Yunheng and looked at the vase in his hand, really admiring this young master.
Just now, it was the vase and the loud sound made by the back of Zhou Buqi's head.
Mo Qingyi dragged Zhou Buqi out of the door, but was stopped by Jin Yunheng, "You're not afraid that he will wake up and continue to knock on the door?" β
"It's even more of a hindrance here. If you can throw him where he should go......" Mo Qingyi muttered.
"I can help you with this. But is there a requirement? β
When Mo Qingyi heard the word can, she came to her senses, and looked at Jin Yunheng with a longing expression, throwing any worries out of the clouds.
"Jin Shao, please help, ask for ......"
Jin Yunheng smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, slapped his palms towards the door, and suddenly two reports of sturdy figures appeared, holding Zhou Buqi to the door with one hand.
Mo Qingyi was dumbfounded.
And this operation......
The door closed, and the room returned to quiet again, Mo Qingyi looked at the uneven sweater on her body, scolded irritably, took off her sweater and threw it into the trash can by the door.
Turned around and walked to the bathroom, flushed, and washed his hands desperately......
Vaguely, she heard something, thought she was hallucinating, and didn't pay attention to it.
Until the familiar woody fragrance entered the tip of her nose, and she suddenly woke up.
"I'm hungry."
Mo Qingyi understood that what she heard just now seemed to be these two words.
Mo Qingyi turned off the water, turned around and was 10 centimeters away from Jin Yunheng, didn't dare to look directly, and hid to the side.
Jin Yunheng sneered at the mirror, unbuttoned his shirt, and a square gauze under his right abdomen showed a little scarlet.
I don't know when it was pulled.
Jin Yunheng tore off the gauze, opened the medical box on the washstand, and indifferently sutured the wound with his eyes, applied medicine, and bandaged it.
The whole process is done in one go, without sound, without pause, and it is like a smooth stream.
Only a thin layer of sweat appeared on Jin Yunheng's forehead.
Jin Yunheng tidied up and propped his hands on the countertop, "Not a single shot kills, it's the stupidest thing you've ever done!! β
Jin Yunheng sat on the sofa, and after a while, a bowl of steaming wontons was placed in front of him, as well as a few side dishes and sauces, making sufficient preparations for his taste choice.
Mo Qingyi also brought it herself, and the wontons in the bowl were floating with bright red chili oil, snorting and eating, the sound was extremely loud, not at all like what a lady should look like.
Jin Yunheng wanted to say something, but he didn't say more.
Looking at the floating wontons and reminiscing about the past, the last time he ate wontons was 20 years ago, when his mother thought of ways to cook for him every day.
The two of them ate their own food, and when it was over, Mo Qingyi asked with a serious face: "Jin Shao, what is your request?" β