After Song Ning prepared her things, she picked up the small bag and opened the door.

Outside the door, He Xin was about to knock on the door with a large porcelain jar on his face with a smile on his face.

No sooner had she put her hand on the door than it slammed open from within.

He Xin immediately put down his hand and raised a smiling face.

"Joe..."

"How are you?!"

He Xin didn't see the person he wanted to see, so he subconsciously confided in his heart.

As soon as the words came out, He Xin lowered his head and hid the resentment in his eyes.

Song Ning raised her eyebrows and looked at He Xin, "Why can't it be me?" ”

"This is my home, where else can I be if I'm not here?! It's you..."

Song Ning's eyes picked in the opposite direction, "That's your home!" ”

"Wrong..."

He Xin lowered his head, and didn't mean to say more to Song Ning.

Her goal is clear, and that is Jobo.

In addition to spending some thought on Qiao Bo, He Xin will be careful to maintain the relationship between the neighbors, but there is no need for Song Ning.

After He Xin finished speaking, he didn't look up, turned around and walked to the opposite door.

Song Ning's eyes narrowed, it was really unpleasant to watch!

Song Ning's right hand moved, intending to teach He Xin a small lesson...

He Xin turned around unconsciously, and a man suddenly appeared between He Xin and Song Ning, and Zhang Lai stopped in front of He Xin with both arms.

"Don't hurt her..."

The man looked at Song Ning pleadingly, "What kind of anger can be sprinkled on me, let her go..."

"Tsk... It's really stronger than gold! ”

The corners of Song Ning's mouth were slightly hooked, and she looked at the male ghost in front of her with a convincing face.

"People almost put a green hat on your head, and you still protect it!"

"Aren't you afraid that people will call you a cuckold?!"

The male ghost lowered his head gloomily, but his body was still firmly in front of He Xin.

"Who are you talking to?"

He Xin looked back suspiciously, looking at Song Ning with a look of surprise.

"What cuckold? What's over here..."

The last incident had too much psychological shadow on He Xin, and she couldn't listen to any gods and ghosts now.

Song Ning raised her eyebrows and looked at the male ghost, "Are you here or am I coming?" ”

"I..."

The male ghost squeezed out a low voice from his throat, "I'll watch her and don't let her bother you anymore..."

"Okay!"

Song Ning shrugged and made a gesture of please.

"Neurotic!"

He Xin's eyes glanced around a few times in a panic, and he took out the key with a shaking hand to open the door, and stepped in suddenly.

Kata!

The iron door was locked from the inside, and He Xin leaned against the door in a cold sweat.

Since the last incident, Zhao Liang has been a lot more honest.

Although he still followed He Xin's side, he never showed up in front of He Xin.

He Xin could sense his presence, but he couldn't find any evidence of the other party's existence.

The feeling of being watched all the time, like a shadow, like a bone in the throat...

In this way, the string in He Xin's heart was tense all the time, and he couldn't relax for half a moment.

This also made He Xin more and more anxious to grasp Qiao Bo, and she ran to Qiao Bo whenever she was free these days.

Either borrowing salt or delivering food, racking his brains to try his best to get close to Qiaobo.

Qiao Bo has been scared of her these days, and when he sees her, he subconsciously wants to hide, He Xin hasn't met Qiao Bo for several days.

This morning, she heard from the people in the family home that a vendor selling fried dough sticks came outside, so she ran out to buy a few in a hurry.

I was going to send it to Qiao Bo to brush up on my sense of existence, but I didn't expect to see Song Ning.

When did she come?

Did Chopper take her over?

Why is she so good?!

He Xin leaned his back against the door, his face distorted.

"Sooner or later..."

She will take her place!

Through a door panel, Zhao Liang stared at He Xin with a complicated face.

In the past, his soul was incomplete, his reason was completely empty, and he relied on instinct to follow He Xin's side.

After Song Ning summoned his soul for him, although he regained his memory and sanity, he was deceived by unwillingness...

He was madly jealous of Qiao Bo, why could Qiao Bo survive safely and be promoted with these military exploits?

Why didn't Chopper stop him and let him die for nothing?

Why can't Chopper give him a few more talismans...

Jealousy and unwillingness corroded his heart, making the anger in his heart heavier and heavier.

In addition, He Xin couldn't see the slightest sadness about his death, but he was eager to climb the wall...

All this deeply stimulated Zhao Liang and made him desperate to do such things to He Xin...

Afterwards, he was extremely remorseful and wanted to appear in front of He Xin to apologize to her.

But helplessly, when he asked Song Ning for help that time, he was injured by Song Ning's charm, and he was not able to show himself in front of He Xin at all.

Now that I have finally recovered from my injuries, I saw the scene this morning again.

Zhao Liang's heart was like a knife.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of locking inside that Zhao Liang suddenly came back to his senses.

He looked up at Song Ning, the kind of frustration that wanted to cry but not cry only made Song Ning frown.

Song Ning: ......

Made! As soon as I went out, I saw this goods...

It's unlucky!

"Can you wait for me for a while..."

Zhao Liang's voice was particularly gloomy because of his mood, and the temperature of the entire corridor dropped several degrees at once.

"I want to go to the underworld, but I can't find my way..."

With the ups and downs of Zhao Liang's voice, the lights in the corridor were clearly extinguished, and even in broad daylight, it looked particularly eerie and terrifying.

Song Ning glared at him with disgust, "Just talk, don't do this!" ”

Light bulbs are public assets, okay!

If it's broken, will you pay for it?!

As she spoke, Song Ning snapped her fingers, and the electric light immediately returned to normal.

Zhao Liang finally raised his head and lowered it again, what He Xin did made him a little faceless to face Song Ning.

However, Zhao Liang was finally able to control the yin qi emanating from his body, and the corridor suddenly became a lot clearer.

"That's pretty much it..."

Song Ning relaxed her fingers and waved her hand, "Hurry up, I don't have much time to accompany you..."

She still has to rush to Anning Town to rescue Liu Ping'an and them!

How can I spend so much time with him!

Song Ning said this, which can be regarded as responding to Zhao Liang's request.

Zhao Liang nodded gratefully to Song Ning, and suddenly disappeared in front of Song Ning's eyes.

Song Ning walked a little bored to the yard by her windowsill.

The advantage of the first floor is that there is a small courtyard, which is not big, only a dozen square meters.

But it can also satisfy the military families who can't stay idle, raise flowers, plant vegetables or something.

The small courtyard of their house has not been taken care of, and it is only fenced and grassy, and it looks like it is overgrown with weeds.

Near the base of the wall was a hoe with mud on the top and marks of hoeing on the ground below.

Obviously, the master encountered something urgent, and he didn't have time to put away the hoe, so he hurried away.

Song Ning weighed the weight of the hoe, looked at the yard again, and instantly gave up the plan to clean up.

Forget it, the small yard is still left to Qiao Bo to clean up!

Song Ning happily persuaded herself, clapped her hands and stretched.

The sun is so nice!

Yes...

A piercing scream suddenly came from next door, and Song Ning hooked the corners of her mouth quite happily.

It seems that a certain ghost is planning a showdown?

I hope He Xin can be honest in the future...