northernbook Chapter 170 Sad (For Subscription)
Chapter 170 Sad (For Subscription)
Such a scene made Song Hongli's body shiver, and his eyes were filled with fluid overflowing from physical fear.
He wanted to get up and run away, run away from this house, run away from this weird bed.
However, his body was still firmly fixed on the bed, making him unable to move.
Seeing that the bulging object in the quilt gradually moved towards him, and then the outline of an arm appeared on his lower abdomen.
Song Hongli could only guess that the object was embracing him, or maybe... was about to shoot at his prey.
"Who...are you...what is..." Song Hongli asked with a trembling voice, but the object didn't answer him, instead it moved closer and closer to him.
Feeling that the pillow next to his head sank a lot, Song Hongli turned his head slowly, "two seven seven".
He stared stiffly at the empty pillow, but felt that someone was staring at his face.
This kind of feeling made him feel creepy, he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to look away.
He tried to see what was causing the ghost, but when the cold feeling got closer and closer, he was so frightened that he finally closed his eyes and didn't dare to open them again.
After he closed his eyes, the coldness of approaching gradually faded away.
Song Hongli kept praying in his heart to end such a terrible thing quickly, but he couldn't help but look at the thing that was bulging in the bed.
The scary thing is that whenever he opened his eyes, he could feel someone staring at him, and when he closed his eyes, the sight gradually disappeared.
Song Hongli was in a state of extreme panic all night, and the next morning, when the bulge in the quilt finally disappeared, and his body returned to freedom.
Song Hongli didn't care about anything, he grabbed the phone and just put on a coat and ran out.
He called the company to ask for another day off and drove to his friend's house.
That home is too evil, he dare not go back, at least not now.
"You really want to go back to your haunted house? Not going to sell it?
After work in the evening, Song Hongli sat on the sofa in the living room, listening to the words of another person in the room, and looked up at him with some dissatisfaction.
He has been staying at a friend's house for the past few days, and his friend is Nan Yu, who he met in a bar a few years ago.
A very unisex name, and her dress and style are also very unisex.
Nan Yu has medium-length hair from head to shoulders, is tall and has long legs, and is covered in tattoos. He is a well-known composer.
Usually he is very smooth at work, but when he comes to himself, he becomes a veritable vicious tongue.
"I just bought that house, and I live very comfortably. I think it was just an accident. If there are really dirty things to keep up with me, why haven't I encountered them these days?
Song Hongli naturally didn't like Nan Yu's calling his own house a haunted house. Who knew that Nan Yu had already laughed out loud as soon as he finished speaking.
"I said, Song Hongli, you are too naive, maybe that ghost just likes to scare you in your house. That ghost must be a lecher, otherwise why would he touch you in the bathroom.
For Nan Yu, Song Hongli was very relieved, and naturally he didn't hide what the ghost did in the bathroom, watching the man laughed heartlessly.
Song Hongli didn't bother to care about her, so he packed up and drove home.
When he arrived at the long-lost door, he rummaged through his bag for his own key, and the phone rang suddenly.
Looking at the familiar number, Song Hongli hesitated to pick it up.
Jiang Qinghan hasn't called him for a long time, and today is the first time in a month.
After answering the phone, Song Hongli entered the room and opened the window that had not been ventilated for several days.
"Hongli, in fact, my marriage was arranged by my parents. You know, I never refused their requests since I was a child. But in fact, I still like you in my heart, and I can't let you go, so you Can you...
"If you're calling just to talk about it, I think we've discussed it. Once you get married, we'll break up completely. I won't continue to be your lover, a third person in someone else's family.
"Jiang Qinghan, I'm also a dignified person, I didn't expect the two of us to be together for so long, but we couldn't resist an order from your parents.
"If you really want to get married, don't call me again.
After Song Hongli finished speaking, he hung up the phone, but the strange thing, the heart that was obviously sad before, has now been much better...
It seems that time really rots everything, no matter how deep the love is, and the pain goes too far, the saddest time has passed, that is, the bridge returns to the bridge and the road returns. Heart trouble.
Opening the window to change the air in the room, Song Hongli closed the window and turned on the air conditioner, finally feeling a lot more comfortable in the room.
It seems that the things in this room have already gone, and it is indeed the right choice to come back by yourself.
Thinking of this, Song Hongli hummed a song casually, sat on the sofa and sorted out the materials needed for tomorrow's court session, and she didn't yawn until late at night to take a shower.
Although he felt that there was no problem in the room, Song Hongli still had lingering fears about what happened last time.
This time, he deliberately turned the light on very brightly, and he didn't dawdled. Instead, he quickly washed his body and walked out of the bathroom.
When he was sitting quietly in the room blowing his hair, Song Hongli smiled confidently. As expected, nothing strange happened. It seems that the house should be clean.
Thinking of this, Song Hongli applied the body lotion and lay on the bed with peace of mind and fell asleep, but he didn't know that after he fell asleep, the lights in the bathroom turned off again.
In a place he couldn't see, the bathtub gradually filled with water, and then, a figure of 5.3 slowly lay in, stirring the slightly cold water inside.
Then, step by step, he came out of the bathroom and stood beside his bed.
"Ali..."
Song Hongli slept soundly that night, although in the second half of the night he felt colder as he slept, but nothing strange happened.
Hearing the alarm sounded, he rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed.
However, the coldness and stiffness of his body made him feel that something was not right.
There was nothing unusual in the room, but there were a few clear marks on the floor.
It wasn't the water mark left by stepping on it with his slippers, and it wasn't his own footprint, but a mark that he wouldn't notice if he didn't look at it.
Ask for a monthly pass.