Best Delinquent Wife’s Order: Rise Again, Hubby

Zuo Hancheng's solemn voice came: "Where?"

Rong Qian glanced at Anhao's direction again, then grinned and said, "Who am I? I call like a deadly serial call in the middle of the night, what's the matter? The wife ran away?"

The other end of the phone was silent for two seconds: "Rong Qian?"

Rong Qian snorted, "As soon as I don't have it for so long, Zuo's ears are still very good. I remember my sister hadn't gone to Africa when I called you last time."

While talking, Rong Qian looked in the direction of the utility room from time to time, half of his body was almost buried in the cabinet, and he didn't know if he found it.

"She's there with you?" Zuo Hancheng's voice was clear, without any surprise, but he obviously did not conceal the unhappiness in his voice.

Rong Qian squinted his eyes, smiled somewhat proudly, and asked instead: "Why didn't Zuo ask what she was doing with me now? One o'clock in the morning, lonely man and widow, dry wood, oh, this night is exceptionally beautiful..."

However, no matter how provocative he was, Zuo Hancheng's response was to cut off the phone.

Rong Qian paused, took a look at the phone that had been hung up, and put his cell phone back into his safe bag blankly, withdrew his hand and continued to shrink on the sofa wrapped in the quilt, squinting his eyes and enjoying it. Looking at the night outside the window.

"I said you can't put things in the utility room, it's okay if you don't clean up the old man usually, what is the mess of you?" Anhao found a box in the utility room and dragged the box. After I came out, I found a pile of CDs inside. I finally found a few horror movies, but found that there were all kinds of messy clothes under the box, which looked completely out of Rong Qian's style.

"That box is not mine." Rong Qian turned his eyes to look in that direction and replied: "How long do you think I've been to City A? I haven't stayed here for too long three years ago. How could I collect so many CDs? It was a friend of mine who temporarily kept the trash that he had collected for many years before leaving the country. I thought those things were too messy. After they were sent, they were thrown into the utility room. I didn't even know what was inside."

Anhao immediately looked inside, and she just said, Rong Qian’s expression just now seemed to be uninterested in horror movies, but there are really a few horror movies that were particularly popular a few years ago in this box. Four CDs came out, turned around and walked out, and started to study how to put the film in front of the TV.

Rong Qian glanced at the CD box she had thrown on the coffee table. The blood-stained female ghost on it was glaring at him with her hand outstretched. She was horrified as she shivered in the quilt while watching she was squatting in front of the TV. Anhao: "Why are you excited? Can we watch another movie? Japanese action movies are good too!"

Anhao was too lazy to care about him. After putting the CD-ROM, he turned around and ran into the kitchen to search around. He found some fresh fruits in the refrigerator, and found two unopened bags of potato chips beside him, holding his favorite fruits contentedly. I went out with potato chips and sat directly on the sofa where Rong Qian was.

The TV had just been buffered for two minutes and then began to show the horror film on the CD. The first shot was a female ghost with long hair covering her face slowly crawling out, dark eyes that seemed to be able to eat people. Staring at them...

Rong Qian felt his body chill as he watched. He felt that the sweat could not be covered, but Gu Anhao sat next to him as if he was watching a literary film while staring at the female ghost on the screen while cutting it with a fruit knife. I took an apple and cut the apple in half. My eyes never left the screen. I put the apple in my mouth while biting, and at the same time handed the other half to her, but because I didn’t look at him, the apple that came over almost hit him. Eyes: "Then, here you are."

"I don't want to eat!" Rong Qian put his head aside in angrily: "You can still eat this kind of film. Gu An is really amazing for you!"

Anhao took the apples back and put them in the fruit bowl on the coffee table. It didn’t matter whether he liked it or not, she didn’t usually look at it anyway. She used to only have her lips with Huang Amao when she was in school. I secretly watched it in the bedroom. At that time, the three little girls huddled in a small bed and watched the horror movie on the computer screen. When they got to the thrilling place, they screamed and hugged each other.

And now...

She didn't know why she wanted to watch a horror movie. The bloodier the better, the scarier the better, but it happened on the TV screen that it was a particularly terrifying scene right now. Rong Qian closed his eyes and refused to watch it. , I was scared just by listening to the sound, but Anhao bit the apple bit by bit without feeling at all.

Rong Qian kept his eyes closed, and the sound on the TV gradually became less terrifying. He slowly opened his eyes. However, as soon as the camera turned, it turned into a scene where a female ghost was deliberately made mystery by the camera. She stretched out her hands, still staring at her. Hold him.

Rong Qian was shocked in a cold sweat, but at this moment, there was a clicking sound in his ear.

He suddenly turned his eyes, and saw that as the female ghost on the camera tore off a living human head, Gu Anhao tore open the bag of potato chips. When the female ghost began to **** human blood with blood, Gu Anhao He began to put the potato chips into his mouth, and with the chuckle of chewing the potato chips, Rong Qian felt that he might be weakened.

There were bursts of screams and ghost screams on the TV. Rong Qian could not bear it. He suddenly opened the quilt and hid in the bedroom. As a result, as soon as he moved, he turned his face to look at him. At the same time stretched out his hand and grabbed his hand: "Oh, sweating!"

Rong Qian looked at the sweat stains on his clothes silently. He had been shivering just now, and he didn't realize that he was actually sweating.

"The effect of this medicine is not so fast. It seems that horror movies are effective in treating fever." Anhao hummed and said while continuing to eat potato chips, staring at the TV and said: "It's not It’s amazing, a horror movie has only been watched for less than 20 minutes, and you are scared to sweat. Rong Qian, you are also good enough!"

"Neurotic!" Rong Qian rolled his eyes. Although he was sweating, he had no energy to get up. He could only continue to sit on the sofa and endure the terrifying pictures and sounds on the TV screen.

Suddenly on the TV, he was shocked for a while, but he didn't dare to open his eyes again, so he simply leaned his head on Anhao's shoulder, and drew his face away with disgust, but Rong Qian suddenly picked it up. Eyebrow, opened his eyes and asked: "Did you drink before you came to me? Why is there alcohol on you?"

"I have a fever and my nose is so sensitive? You can smell it even after I have taken a bath? Dog nose, what are you?" Anhao glanced at him.

"I have a fever, not a cold." Rong Qian rolled his eyes.