Wen Juan had already prepared Guan Peng's residence, which was the house of a female teacher on the first floor of herself, and she took a long leave and went back to give birth. And her room can be said to be fully equipped, at this time it is dinner time, Wen Juan is using the induction cooker to show off her cooking skills, there is already a plate of tomato scrambled eggs and a plate of braised eggplant on the table, and egg sour soup is simmering in the pot.

His hobby, how could she forget it, looking at the dishes on the table, she was a little distracted.

'Bang ......' woke her up with a series of knocks on the door, and she smelled a hint of mush in her nose, hurriedly turned off the power, wiped her hands on her apron, and opened the door.

There was no one outside the door, Wen Juan walked out and looked left and right, the corridor was a little dark, but it didn't affect the sight, it was empty.

Could it be that I was just thinking too distractedly, and I had an illusion? Wen Juan smiled and closed the door, came to the pot, scooped up a spoonful of thick soup and put it in her mouth, the paste did not affect the taste, it was okay.

Put the soup into a blue and white porcelain bowl, take out the cold dishes he bought from the refrigerator, four dishes and one soup, the colors complement each other, will he like it?

"Bang Bang ......" knock on the door sounded again, Wen Juan quickly came to the door, there was still no one, just as she was about to return to the house, there was a sudden cold feeling of being targeted on her back, she hurriedly turned around, and a figure appeared in front of her.

"Ahh Wen Juan instinctively retreated into the house, and the figure took a step forward, revealing a face.

"Wang Ruibo?" Wen Juan shouted loudly, and hurriedly grabbed his palm, as if he was afraid that he would disappear: "Oh my God! You're not dead? Where have you been this month, Uncle Wang is going to die in a hurry. ”

"I ...... I don't know. Wang Ruibo rubbed his head, his face painful.

Amnesia? Wen Juan couldn't help but think that no matter what, as long as she lived, it would be fine: "Come in, I just cooked." ”

Wang Ruibo followed in, when he stepped into the house, Wen Juan smelled a strange smell, as if it was the smell of decaying plants, and after a closer look, he immediately found that Wang Ruibo's clothes were covered with mud, and even the eyes he wore were covered with a layer of dust, making him look like he had just crawled out of the grave.

Wen Juan's heart pounded violently, and she couldn't help but look at Wang Ruibo carefully, his demeanor was a little stiff, his face was pale almost the white of a dead man, and the pupils behind his lenses hadn't even turned since he entered the room.

Wen Juan put a bowl of rice in front of Wang Ruibo's eyes, only to see him slowly pick up the chopsticks and put the rice and vegetables in his mouth to chew.

Wen Juan exhaled a long breath, dead people don't eat, she was too nervous just now, no wonder people often say that suspicion gives birth to dark ghosts.

"Ah, hurry up and report to Mr. Wang." Wen Juan suddenly thought that this should inform Mr. Wang, he would be very happy, took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his apron, and was about to dial, when the corner of his eye suddenly found a little abnormality in Wang Ruibo.

The eyes under the frame never closed once even when eating, and what made her feel even more creepy was that Wang Ruibo's eyelids were much worse than the color of the surrounding skin, as if a piece of bark had been glued to it.

At the same time, Wang Ruibo also noticed her eyes and put down his chopsticks: "Did you find it?" ”

"Huh?" Wen Juan picked up a knife on the table and asked pretending to be puzzled, "What did you find?" ”