to dig boyfriend's grave

Lin Jia collapsed on the sofa with her eyes closed, enjoying the stinky paw massage.

Smelly pressed and pressed himself onto Lin Jia's body, opened his mouth, and fell asleep with his head buried.

"Sleeping again." Lin Jia raised the back of his stinky neck, "Sleep after eating every day, getting fatter and fatter."

Smelly twisted his neck slightly to free Lin Jia's hand, jumped to the ground, ran to the bedroom and buried himself under the quilt.

"Hey..." Lin Jia sighed, bought a kitten bed and didn't sleep, and insisted on huddling with him every day. He had to be careful every time in the middle of the night, lest he roll over and crush it.

Seeing that Big Brother Shen wouldn't grab the bed with him.

No, where did Shen Jiming sleep these days?

"Brother Shen." Lin Jia opened his eyes and glanced at him, "Where did you sleep?"

"...where to sleep?." Shen Jiming paused, "I... don't need to sleep."

"That's right, ghosts don't need to sleep." Lin Jia smiled, glanced at the news broadcast on the TV, stretched out his legs to grab the remote control on the coffee table, hooked it with his toes, and moved towards him. Jia leaned slightly, ready to grab it with his hands.The strength on the feet was not well controlled, and the remote control fell directly to the ground.

Watching the remote control fall to the ground, Lin Jia didn't even blink, and spread herself out on the sofa like a pancake.

Don't even want to turn it over.

The mixed doubles injury on his body made him not want to move. At first it didn't hurt, but when he relaxed, all the muscles in his body throbbed with pain.

He missed Shen Jiming's wonderful hand Rejuvenation Eighteen Touched.

But this matter... it's a little bit hard to say.

How to say?

Brother Shen, please touch me.

Isn't this perverted?

Lin Jia closed her eyes and thought about how to ask less perverted questions.

"Fuck...what..." Lin Jia, who was in deep thought, suddenly felt a cold object sticking to his face, opened his eyes hurriedly and found that it was a remote control floating in the air, turned his head to look at Shen Jiming, "What did you do?"

"Didn't you take the remote control?" Shen Jiming moved his fingers and landed the remote control on Lin Jia's hand.

"Is there still this kind of operation?" Lin Jia squeezed the remote control, "Are all ghosts so powerful?"

"I'm better." Shen Jiming smiled, "Which ghost have you seen that can still eat?"

"I haven't seen any other ghosts either..." Lin Jia changed the channel, "You're the only ghost I know."

"How about I take you to meet other..."

"No, that's fine." Lin Jia stared at the TV and hurriedly interrupted Shen Jiming's proposal, "I'll get to know you later, it's too early to get to know each other now."

"Recently, there has been progress in the bizarre head-butting fatal incident in the urban area of ​​our city. The hospital confirmed that it was a mental illness. Previous medical history is not ruled out. The confirmed death toll is 2. According to the police investigation, the two dead may be suspected of a murder case. The other people have been sent to a mental hospital for treatment, they are continuing to follow up and report, reporter Liu Yang will report for you..."

"I...fuck..." Lin Jia looked at the picture on TV, her eyes almost popped out, isn't this the group of people who came to find fault last time?

died?

"Here, what's going on?" Lin Jia turned to look at Shen Jiming, the hand holding the remote control trembled slightly.

Can you kill someone in a fight?

Why didn't he remember that he was so awesome?

Camera!Are there any cameras there?

Has anyone seen it?

How did he die?

"It's okay, it's none of your business." Shen Jiming raised his hand and patted Lin Jia's head, "Is it mental illness if the news doesn't mention it? And no one will say it, and they can't speak."

"No...how did you die?" Lin Jia asked in a low voice, "I was the one who was beaten. Doesn't that fat man faint too?"

"Probably... crazy?" Shen Jiming laughed in a low voice.

Lin Jia went to take a bath with a muddleheaded mind, and when she was lying on the bed, she was still thinking about why people died?The key is that the death of this person seems to have something to do with him.

Too bad.

Even the bruises and purples on his body started to turn bad together, he felt his flesh jumping and shouting for the hero to spare his life.

After hearing the steady breathing sound from the room, Shen Jiming put down the book in his hand and came to the bedroom.

Lin Jia lay sprawled on the bed, with her head on the Qinshan Mountains and her feet across the Yalu River, sleeping arrogantly.

Shen Jiming smiled and moved Lin Jia's position. Lin Jia insisted on her own territory in her sleep, and her belly was accidentally exposed when her shirt twisted.

Shen Jiming's hand that stretched out to help Lin Jia pull clothes stopped in mid-air. Lin Jia's exposed skin was covered with bruises and red marks. Looking at the wounds on Lin Jia's body, Shen Jiming's pupils were dark red. Start to spread outward.

"Smelly...don't make trouble..." Lin Jia slapped Shen Jiming on the face who was bending over to move him.

Shen Jiming was taken aback by this slap, and the blood red in his eyes shrank back into his eyeballs.

Seeing Lin Jia turned over, Shen Jiming touched his nose, put the quilt gently on Lin Jia's body, got up and turned the air conditioner up a few more degrees, and then lay down next to Lin Jia and closed his eyes. upper eye.

When Lin Jia was changing costumes in the crew the next day, she realized that all the injuries on her body were gone. She grabbed a handful of her own flesh and stayed in the room for a long time, until Ye Fan opened the door and came in.

Lin Jia smiled and put on his clothes. Mr. Shen was too polite and gave him a health care session in the middle of the night.

"Jiazi, I just received the news that Wulin Chao will have an audition tomorrow." Ye Fan patted Lin Jia on the shoulder, "Act well, I've talked to their assistant director, it shouldn't be a big problem for you to win this character!"

"So fast?" Lin Jia bowed her head and tied the straps on her costume, "Time flies pretty fast."

"It's pretty fast." Ye Fan sighed, "Come on, little Jiajia!"

"Revenge on me?" Lin Jia cast a glance at Ye Fan.

"You can call me Xiao Fanfan, but can't I call you Xiao Jiajia?" Ye Fan clicked his tongue, "Who made the rule?"

"I'm going to film." Lin Jia rolled his eyes.

Today's scene is a martial arts scene between him and the emperor's bodyguard, who is played by Huang Shanhai's apprentice.

His skills are very good, Lin Jia and his movements are very smooth, one pass at a time.

Because he was going to audition, Lin Jia approved a leave with the director, and followed Ye Fan to the Wulin chaos crew the next day.

After arriving at the place, Ye Fan called the assistant director of the show and led them into a large waiting room.

There were quite a lot of people in the actor's lounge, but they were all sitting quietly flipping scripts and playing with their phones.

"There are a lot of people." Lin Jia glanced at them, most of them were boys.

"Why are there so many people?" Ye Fan found a seat for Lin Jia to sit and review the script first, then went out to find someone with a frown.

About a quarter of an hour later, Lin Jia watched Ye Fan rush in angrily with a dark face, and pulled Lin Jia away.

Lin Jia was dragged two steps away, and after she realized it, she grabbed Ye Fan, "Brother Ye? What's the matter? What happened?"