Exhaled silently, I can't be like this anymore, I have to pay for the shirt.

Before entering the house, I looked at the east building, the lights were on, they were all at home, and Qian'an should have returned.

After sitting in the living room for a while, the mobile phone buzzed, and when I clicked on it, it was a text message from an unfamiliar number.

Tell me some precautions and how to protect my shoulders.

I looked at the text message and was slightly confused, "Who sent it to me?"

Immediately after that, I slapped my forehead, "Wan Yingying, you don't have a long heart, of course it's Meng Qin, you just finished calling."

I replied with a thank you, thinking of the dirty things that scare me in the hospital, will they bother Meng Qin?

As soon as the idea came up, I rejected it, and they didn't have the guts, unless they wanted to be exceeded.

There is a debtor and a debtor, and Ciyin will never cause new trouble for herself.

With my heart relaxed, I quickly saved Meng Qin's mobile phone number.

When entering the name, the word Meng Qin was deleted and 'Meng Rongtang' was deposited.

Seeing that Meng Qin didn't send any more text messages, I sat on the sofa and rested for a while.

I looked sideways at my right arm, but the swelling had decreased a lot.

Recalling the many amazing annoying things I did that night, the more I thought about it, the more troubled I became, I got up and went to the kitchen, and took out three bags of solid soup ingredients in one go, and the color was pitch black after cooking, and the aroma was so strong that it smoked my eyes.

After cooling, it is sticky and sticky, like an asphalt raw material.

I gritted my teeth, but poured it into the bowl and gulped it down. ap.

To tell the truth, although this well-frequented solid soup may seem indescribable, the taste is not too terrifying.

It's like mixing dozens of boxes of rouge powder into bean soup.

Greasy and crooked!

It's a bit mushy.

However, it has a very outstanding advantage, it is mushy and hungry.

When I was full of food and drink, I pulled out a large plastic bag, limped upstairs, and began to organize my clothes in slow motion when I entered the bathroom.

Professor Tsang said that I could take a bath, but I had to have the help of my family to prevent a second dislocation of my shoulder.

I naturally nodded in agreement in front of Zeng Lao, and I couldn't tell the real situation.

When it comes to bathing, we can only rely on ourselves.

The tidying up is very slow, and the clothes are already sweating.

No way, I have the habit of taking a shower after training, otherwise I won't be able to sleep.

When there is no barrier in the body, I tied the big plastic bag firmly, took out two holes, hung them around my neck, and stuffed my forearm into the bag just along the holes taken out below, and looked in the mirror.

The warm splash poured down on my head, and I slapped the shower gel awkwardly with one hand, the white foam reminding me of Meng Qin's shirt again.

I can't help but feel annoyed, I have to contact him after buying the shirt, I happen to have a mobile phone number, and they are all friends......

Friend?!

I paused, "No, why didn't I feel bad?!"

I didn't mention it when I was in the hospital, when my arm was swollen and I had a fight, but then we talked in the car.

Meng Qin and I also exchanged mobile phone numbers and made friends!

Why is there still no reaction to the corruption in the body?

He touched his forehead and temples.

It's not stuffy, it's not rising, it's not beating.

There was no palpitation, shortness of breath, nosebleeds.

What's going on?

Isn't it evil?

I stood up sharply, and my brow twitched and hissed, as my right shoulder hurt.

The answer seems to be issued together, am I too badly injured? Is the bottom of the corruption withered?

With a wry smile, Meng Qin was really sent by the Buddha to bless me.

Every time he shows up, it's a good time.

Thinking of this, I cleared up the matter of the fragrance.

Maybe it's because I'm close to the Buddha that I can smell each other with him

The aroma.

God is very kind to me, and can let me know Meng Qin.

I hope that when I invite him to dinner, it will be smooth, bathed in Buddha energy, and not dizzy.

After changing into pajamas, I went straight to the study with my white handbag and bunked on the floor.

The room soon fell silent, and I sat against the bookcase, with only the rustle of the pages flipping.

Looking at it, I realized that I was so comfortable, and I panicked, as if I was lazy.

Simply lie on your back on the ground, slowly move to the base of the wall, and spread your legs left and right into a line, trying to keep the tail bone close to the root of the wall.

It wasn't until the movement was standard that I exhaled slightly and continued to lie flat reading the book, rubbing my chin when I needed to turn the page.

I thought I would fall asleep directly, but who knew that my stomach was very powerful and took the lead in making a revolution.

I don't know if it's because I drank too much solid soup, or because of the recoil of making friends with Meng Qin, it's already midnight after tossing.

I fell asleep in a daze, and I would hear the sound of the master lecturing in my ears.

He never asked me what was going on during the day, as if he was careless, teaching me to reduce my suffering.

When I don't take these so-called sufferings seriously, I don't feel anything.

Rustle ~ rustle ~

As if I was sleeping, I heard a slight noise coming from inside the room.

I sat up, forgetting that my arm hurt and trying to get my tracksuit.

When I looked up, I saw a person sitting at a desk in the dimly lit room.

I looked intently, making sure it was a man or a woman.

She was sitting on the desk with her back to me, her head slightly tilted, her long hair spread out, and she was combing it with a comb.

The moonlight shone on her back, and she was undressed, revealing her skin upturned and white, like a large fish scale......

I instinctively touched my eyebrows, it didn't hurt, so she was......

"Who are you?"

She ignored me, still combing her hair slowly.

The scene was so weird that I stood up with one hand on the ground and tentatively approached her, "Speak!!"

Her hand holding the comb paused slightly, and her head turned stiffly towards me.

An old lady's puffy face immediately caught my eye.

I looked at her in surprise, "Are you Aunt Ai Qiu and her aunt?!"

How did you get in?!

"It's me."

Her face was bloodless, her whole face was as white as paper, and her lips seemed to be sticky with a layer of white face, "Didn't you always want to show me things, I'm here."

"Get out!!"

I didn't have time to be afraid, I realized that my right arm was unbound, and I slapped her!

The strength was released, and I sat up for no reason, panting slightly in my throat.

After looking around, he realized that he was still sleeping on the floor.

The room was dim and dark, and the desk was empty.

Having a nightmare?

I slowed down for a few seconds, got up to pour a glass of water, and my eyes swept over the table, and suddenly I noticed that there was some reflection.

When I got closer, there were water stains on the table, and I stretched out my hand to touch it, and the water was as cold as ice.

I was wondering where the water came from, and when I rolled my eyes, I realized that it was my right hand that touched the water.

The hanging triangle scarf is gone again!

Whew~~

I don't know when the window opened.

I looked over, and saw the silhouette of a human body faintly emerging behind the curtain, and before I could step forward to pull her out, the person rushed towards me vigorously behind the curtain, and the entire arched curtain was convex and deformed, "Xie Wanying!!"

「！！！」

I sat up again vigorously, this time pulling at my shoulders, and the corners of my lips followed.