Zhang Jing was lying on the bed and feeling in a daze. She felt that her stomach was empty and she wanted to eat. In the kitchen, Zhang Jing opened the refrigerator, but only had mineral water. After drinking a few bottles of mineral water, Zhang Jing's hunger did not weaken at all, but she became even more hungry.

She was looking for all kinds of food in the kitchen, and kept muttering: "How could it be that there was no food? Where is my snacks? What are the food, what I eat, what I eat!!!"

He kept fiddling the things on the kitchen stove in his hand, and suddenly his nose twitched twice and said, "What does it taste so good? I just take one bite, just one bite."

The kitchen glass reflects the jumping candlelight on the kitchen table. Zhang Jing turned around and found that there was a table of good dishes and good food on the dining table.

After twitching his nose, he went straight to the dining table, picked up the spoon, the fragrant seaweed in the seaweed egg soup, and the right eggs. Zhang Jing had long since lost the words she said, "Just eat just one bite." Just as she was eating her very special food, the kitchen door was quietly closed.

Zhong Tingting felt that she had drunk too much tea after doing yoga, and wanted to go to the bathroom and unpack the curtains in the bathroom.

There was a dark red thing flowing out at the connection of the water pipe, emitting a faint rust and a faint fishy smell. Zhong Tingting turned around and wanted to see where the smell came from. Unexpectedly, her feet were slipping in the water, her body began to tilt significantly, and her hands were scratching the curtains in the chaos. She pulled them down. The curtains wrapped in panic...

Zhong Tingting began to feel difficult to breathe, and she began to struggle. The more she struggled, the more she could not breathe, and the more she could not breathe, the more she became panicked. She was nervous. She finally fell to the ground. The curtain finally stopped entangling her. She could breathe. After breathing through her big mouthfuls, a blood mark slowly appeared in her throat...

“Ah~~~~~”

With a scream, Zhong Tingting suddenly started from the bed, breathing the familiar air in the room with big mouthfuls, looking around in horror, everything familiar was also the familiar husband lying beside him, pressing his undulating chest with both hands, secretly glad: Fortunately it was a dream.

‘Ding~~’

The phone on the bedside table rang with a brief glimmer of light. Zhong Tingting was curiously picking up her husband's phone, which was a message: "Husband, when will you come back? Baby misses you."

Zhong Tingting said nothing, put her phone back in place and lay back on the bed.

Zhang Jing was woken up by the sound of buying groceries in the morning market. She felt that she had a long dream. She opened her eyes and was in the kitchen. She felt a little cold and planned to get up and go back to the bedroom.

The quartz clock in the kitchen has pointed the hand to 8:30, and I am almost late again. In an instant, Zhang Jing finally felt something was wrong!

She remembered the dream of having a full meal last night, and looked at everything on the dining table. She violated the rules of Yupan Zhenxiu Hotel. There were chopsticks with blood flowing on the dining table, and there were still bright red and disgusting things left in the bowl. Suddenly, the whole kitchen was filled with a stimulating smell of blood...

Zhang Jing took a few steps back and was unable to struggle, but just retching. At the same time, the phone in the living room kept ringing. Zhang Jing finally answered the phone with a little consciousness from the chaos: "Hey?"

"Zhang Jing, what did you do? Are you not here to work yet?"

"I, um... is it Master?"

"Nonsense, hurry up and pack up and come to work, I'll ask the driver to pick you up."

Zhang Jing changed into clothes in the midst of her brain, looked at the messy kitchen, and took the elevator nervously.

Zhang Jing returned to the TV shopping anchor column, and the girl who had been competing for jobs with her disappeared inexplicably. After the police investigated several times without success, the case also became a unsolved case.

Zhang Jing has never been so happy, and she has returned to the position of anchor. Should she talk to Li Yuxiang about marriage?

Late at night, Zhang Jing and Zhong Tingting were lying in the dark yoga classroom. The three of them were elegant in their movements, standing with their feet wide open from time to time, putting their hands on the floor, and moving their bodies gently like snakes from time to time, and occasionally walking around their heads. The faint fragrance in the room made the two of them not tired at all after class.

Today is the fourth day of the yoga course for two people. Zhang Jing wants to persist for another three days. Can she carry out the next stage of yoga training?

The sound of a car whistle came from the door. Zhang Jing thought that it must be her boyfriend Li Yuxiang who came to pick her up. She ran to the door excitedly and saw Zhong Tingting pulling the man's arm and acting coquettishly with peach blossoms on her face. Zhang Jing felt a burst of envy and resentment, and a burst of waves in her heart. The little bit of hope and fantasy in her heart were shattered. The love she pursued was just like this.

Zhang Jing didn't dare to go home, and the disgusting scenes at home made her afraid to face them.

I had no way to go, so I could only stalk on the road until my legs were almost unconscious, and I could only go home.

After Li Yuxiang and Zhong Tingting were warm in the bedroom for a long time, they saw Zhong Tingting’s eyes half open and half closed and almost asleep. Li Yuxiang came to the bathroom, took out his cell phone and sent a text message: Let’s break up, I love my wife very much.

After a long time, Li Yuxiang's text message did not respond. After mute the phone, he returned to the bedroom and fell asleep deeply.

When Zhang Jing returned home, the fragrance radiated from the air. She held her breath and leaned into the kitchen. Everything in the morning had long disappeared. Is it a dream?

Zhang Jing felt a little scared and uneasy. He didn't know what was wrong, but he was tired but had no sleepiness. He took out his phone and turned off the power automatically without the power. He was too lazy to charge. He saw a glimpse of the unclosed drawer on the bedside table in the corner of his eyes. There was something shining in it that attracted Zhang Jing's attention.

Zhang Jing lazily reached out her hand to open the drawer, whispered it for a while and took out a rectangular thing. She put it in front of her. She looked at her slight eye bags and crow's feet carefully. Thinking about it, she was indeed not young. Her son has not had much time to go home since she went to college, and she doesn't know if her son has a girlfriend.

With his eyes back to himself in the mirror again, Zhang Jing did find that his changes were a little white, and seemed to have lost weight. He touched his face with his right hand and said softly: 'I wish it was better if it was a little more perfect.'

Suddenly, Zhang Jing felt that her body was itchy, first with her hair, then with her neck, then with her back and arms to her calves. In short, she was itchy all over her body, making her unable to fall asleep and was in a bad mood. She suddenly got up and walked into the bathroom with her cell phone...

Three people sat in a tea room in the midnight restaurant and slowly drank tea. Lan looked at the smoke slowly rising from the incense burner and said, "It seems that someone is going to take the bait."

Long Wuzhi glanced contemptuously: "It's still too low in color, and the gray-black soul always makes people taste bad."

Wu You said: "It's already very good. If you eat people, aren't you afraid of violating the laws of heaven?"

"Tiand? We have violated enough, is it still a little short of it?"
Chapter completed!