Thinking about this stubble, Tong Mu is no longer depressed.

Anyway, she also has a small intelligence organization, although she didn't see it with her own eyes, but she can hear the wonderful speeches of the uncles and aunts, which is also very good.

Tong Mu packed up his things and went out with his notebook.

Fu Guanmo was drinking hot water, and when he saw her coming out of the bedroom, he was elated.

He was a little depressed.

Are girls like this now?

Changing faces is as fast as flipping through a book.

It's not been half an hour, has it?

Tong Mu didn't say hello to him, and went out with a small notebook.

Fu Guanmo stopped her, "Where are you going?" ”

Tong Mu was stunned and replied, "Go out for a while." ”

Fu Guanmo: ......

This is the same as not saying it.

If it was in the past, Tong Mu would definitely tell him where to go, with whom, and what to do.

But today, she didn't say anything.

Fu Guanmo twisted her eyebrows, she hadn't lost her breath yet.

He was answered by the sound of the door closing softly.

For the first time in so many years, Mr. Fu has dealt with a woman.

He pursed his thin lips.

Sure enough, it's troublesome.

Fu Guanmo withdrew his gaze and quietly looked at the newspaper in his hand.

This is his role in this copy.

When I'm at home on a non-working day, I sit there and read the newspaper when I have nothing to do.

He looked at it for a long time, but didn't see anything.

Thinking that Tong Mu had left so simply, he threw down the newspaper in his hand and went out with a knife.

It's really carrying a knife.

After Zhao Ling fainted, there were no kind neighbors who cared about her.

They are surprisingly popular in the game.

His own popularity is very poor, and the character he gives is also very poor.

A working couple who live in a tube building and don't know anyone.

Hey, speaking of which, there are such people everywhere in real life.

How many people like Tong Mu are chatting with the uncle all day long and getting along with the neighborhood?

I lay on the floor for a long time, and finally woke up on my own.

She was in a daze for a long time, and finally crawled back into the house and closed the door in a trembling way.

Tong Mu didn't know all this.

By the time Tong Mu went out, even the bloodstains outside had been cleaned up.

The fog in this building is getting thicker and thicker, and as the days of the day increase, the fog also rises exponentially.

She can't even go out bare-faced now, and she has to wear a mask.

Zhao Ling went back to the house alone and sat for a long time, worried that the door had been open for so long and Wu Hao would be attacked by ghosts.

After taking a look in the bedroom, Wu Hao was still sleeping soundly on the bed.

She breathed a sigh of relief and went back to the living room to sit.

I've been thinking about Wang Bo in my heart.

She and Wang Bo were together in the last game, and they can be regarded as living and dying together.

Now that her teammate has died suddenly, she has a hard time accepting it.

I have to think about how Brother Hao will tell him the news later, he must be even more painful.

After sitting in the room in a daze for half an hour, Zhao Ling smelled the remnants of last night's wine.

She hurriedly took out the perfume and sprayed it in the house, and her nose felt much better.

Zhao Ling is a hard-working woman in real life, and if anything happens, she has to go on.

It's just that when she saw Wang Bo die today, she suddenly realized that if she became like that one day and died in the real world, would anyone remember her......

Breakfast was no longer cooked, and I sat at the table for more than two hours.

Until Wu Hao woke up, he had a splitting headache, and his sobriety after a hangover was always painful.

"Xiaoling...... Xiaoling! ”

Zhao Ling was shouted back to her senses by him, and hurriedly stood up and ran over.

"Brother Hao, what's wrong?"

Wu Hao rubbed his head, "Seeing that you are not here, ask you, my head hurts so much...... Hiss ......"

Zhao Ling originally wanted to talk about Wang Bo, but when she saw that he had a terrible headache, she hurriedly swallowed it in her stomach.

"Brother Hao, I warmed the sobering soup in the kitchen, and it won't hurt if I drink it."

"Hurry up and bring it up!"

Wu Hao rubbed his temples, there was no air in and out, and he looked uncomfortable.

Zhao Ling didn't care much about his tone, and hurriedly ran into the kitchen to bring the decanting soup and feed him to drink.

Wu Hao slept for another half an hour before he woke up.

He got dressed and came out, and saw Zhao Ling sitting at the table, a little dissatisfied.

"Xiaoling, why don't you go out to find out the news today? Breakfast was also not available. ”

In fact, the latter sentence is the point, I drank a stomach of wine last night, and I slept for so long today, and I was hungry early.

Zhao Ling turned her head sluggishly and looked at him, her eyes full of sadness.

"Brother Hao...... Marble ...... Bozi he ......"

Zhao Ling has always called Wang Bo by his name, such an intimate title, only he can shout.

Wu Hao realized the seriousness of the matter, and he wrinkled his eyebrows.

"What's wrong with the marble?"

Zhao Ling was in a trance all morning, and now at this moment, she suddenly reacted.

She wailed and cried, "The marble is gone......"

"Brother Hao...... He's gone......"

Zhao Ling was out of breath crying, lying on the table, sobbing profusely.

Wu Hao was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't stand steadily, and took several steps back.

Without waiting for Zhao Ling to be too sad, he suddenly fell backwards and fainted.

Zhao Ling raised her head sluggishly, "Brother Hao?!" ”

She hurriedly ran over and struggled to help the person up. Why did you just wake up and still faint? Isn't it too exciting?!

Zhao Ling regretted it a little, she had known that she would wait for Wu Hao to come to her senses before talking about it, now it was too dangerous.

Brother Hao really regarded them as very important, and they all fainted.

In this way, Wu Hao, who had just left the room, was carried into the bedroom by Zhao Ling with great effort and put on the bed.

After doing this, she wiped her sweat and sat on the side panting.

Wu Hao secretly narrowed one eye and glanced at her.

Isn't it just a dead person?

There are still few dead people in this game, as if the sky is falling.

In fact, Wu Hao was still a little sad, he thought that Wang Bo would be able to block it for a while when he was chased by ghosts, but now he is so dead.

Ay......

What a waste......

Anyway, he happens to be dizzy, so let's sleep a little longer.

Wu Hao closed his eyes.

After another half an hour of sleep, he woke up.

Zhao Ling came over to see him with concern, only to see him staring at the white weaving lamp sluggishly and not saying a word.

Zhao Ling was bitter in her heart, "Brother Hao, the deceased is gone, we ......"

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "We still have to look forward." ”

Wu Hao ignored her, just stared at the ceiling, his lips moving.

When I got closer, I realized that he was shouting one after another, "Bozi...... Marble ......"

Zhao Ling was sad in her heart, she cried a lot, and she had already discharged her depression.

Seeing Wu Hao like this, he couldn't help but feel soft-hearted.

A man like her Brother Hao is worthy of being cherished.

She wiped away her tears and stood up with a smile.

"Brother Hao, I'll cook first, if you're still not feeling well, just lie down."

In real life, Zhao Ling is a housewife.

What kind of tribulation has not been suffered, except for this kind of life and death event.

She quickly picked up her spirits and went into the kitchen.