The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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Do the people next door just eat these?

Eating these for a long time...will be very unhealthy, right?

She murmured under her breath.

Entrusted by others, she is not willing to help,

Mu Qiusheng picked up the key, looked at the closed opposite door, walked over tiredly, and opened it according to Yun Ling's instructions.

as soon as the door opens,

The damp and damp wind blows in instantly, carrying a musty smell.

At a glance, the house is still pitch-black, with no light shining through.

The black curtains were drawn tightly, not letting in a ray of sunlight from outside.

The whole house looks like a haunted house, cold and eerie.

Mu Qiusheng didn't dare to look around, picked up the boxes and put them inside the door.

After putting it away,

She put the key on the box and was about to exit and close the door,

Suddenly, there was a coughing sound in the house, low and sickly.

In the dead and silent house, when the coughing sound came faintly, it seemed a little frightening for no reason.

Especially, Mu Qiusheng who is very timid.

She shook her hand and subconsciously took a step back.

After all, she was afraid, she didn't dare to stay, closed the door quickly, and ran back to her home.

His heart was beating wildly, obviously frightened.

Although I don't know what kind of person the younger brother who lives across the street is,

But looking at the living environment, it feels very strange.

She has always been timid and easily afraid of strangers.

so,

Thirty-six strategies, running is the best policy.

The little girl who stood there patted her chest and slowly came back to her senses,

She took another look at the door of her house and confirmed that it was locked. Then she lay down on the sofa with peace of mind and started swiping her phone.

Gui Chi still didn't reply to her, not even a full stop.

The dialog box was quiet, her last question was still lying there.

Mu Qiusheng sighed, thought for a while, and started typing.

"Master, have you eaten yet?"

"I'm going to cook wontons tonight. The filling is super delicious beef. When I'm done cooking, I'll take a photo for you?"

She worked hard to create topics.

The other party did not reply.

Su Jinsheng waited for a while, then walked into the kitchen.

When she came out again, she was holding a steaming bowl of wonton noodles, with green onion floating on top, and pink and tender wontons,

The wheat-colored noodles are pressed underneath, soft, exuding a unique aroma.

Under the light, with a large white porcelain bowl, even a simple bowl of wonton noodles looks extremely attractive.

Mu Qiusheng was very hungry, so he took a quick photo and sent it to Gui Chi, and then happily ate.

The noodles are sizzling and satisfying.

After the photo is sent,

The other party still didn't reply.

Quietly, he returned to his aloof look.

Mu Qiusheng hugged the big bowl and looked at the sunset outside the window. Unconsciously, she thought of the person next door.

Although I have never seen that person, but based on the coughing sound and the accumulation of instant food,

She could probably guess that that person... might be outrageous.

At least, judging from that house,

It must have been three months without sun.

If you don't bask in the sun for a long time, people seem to be... getting sick, right?

She sucked on the noodles, thinking secretly.

"Ding dong—"

The black screen of the phone suddenly turned on.

Mu Qiusheng stopped thinking, immediately put down his chopsticks, and picked up his phone.

This time, the ghost returned a...

comma.

Mu Qiusheng: "..."