Delicate beauty gets entangled by paranoia

The man with glasses suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise, his voice became difficult and low, "I'm your new neighbor across the door, I..."

Song Yanchen didn't notice the slight cunning and idiot's look in this strange man's eyes, he was immersed in his panic, and he couldn't wait to reach out his hand to hold him, as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw. Tears, hastily interrupted.

"Help, help me, I, I met a ghost..."

The man with glasses raised his brows slightly, and stared at Song Yanchen's overly good-looking face seriously. Not only did he not treat him as crazy, but he held him backhanded impatiently, and comforted him with shining eyes, "Then you Are you okay? How can I help you?"

Song Yanchen couldn't bear it anymore, tears poured down his face, his shoulders couldn't help shaking, the great fear made it extremely difficult for him to even speak.

The man with glasses brushed his dry lower lip with his tongue, imagining that he was licking the moist eyeballs of the other party, and the whole person became more and more excited, "How about this, you go to my room first, and you calm down first." Come on, tell me what's going on."

Song Yanchen's eyes lit up, he didn't have any shoes on, he just subconsciously grabbed the key on the entry cabinet, and excitedly wanted to follow the other party.

The man with glasses stared at his fingers curled up tightly, his toes trembling slightly, his throat tightened even more.

I really want to lick...

Finally, the man with glasses couldn't bear it anymore, he bent down, and covered the other's cold feet.

Song Yanchen was startled, and quickly took a step back.

But the other party picked up the shoes next to him and put them in front of Song Yanchen, and said softly, "Put on the shoes first, and I will take you there."

Song Yanchen's heart was only alert for a moment, and then fell back into his chest. He nodded, suppressing the discomfort of being offended just now.

The black shadow silently followed Song Yanchen's voice, and his dark and violent eyes moved back and forth on the intimate movements of the two in front of him.

What a disobedient bad boy...

hehehe...

As soon as he entered the door, Song Yanchen's footsteps stopped subconsciously.

Why is there a smell of blood in the room.

Aware of Song Yanchen's stiff expression, the man with glasses turned on the light calmly, and took the initiative to explain, "Today I just went to the vegetable market to buy a freshly killed pig, and there is still pig meat piled up in the kitchen, and the pig blood is all over the place. , so the smell won't go away."

Song Yanchen's face was pale, and he looked so restrained.

The man with glasses smiled and pulled Song Yanchen's hand. Song Yanchen shuddered and pulled it back subconsciously.

The man's face froze for a moment, and a hunter-like dark light flashed in his eyes, but his rigid expression was quickly relaxed, like a Beijing opera actor who changed his face very quickly.

The man with glasses greeted Song Yanchen to sit on the sofa, poured him a cup of tea enthusiastically, and then asked intimately, "Do you want to eat something more?"

Song Yanchen put his legs together, covered the hot tea with both hands, lowered his head nervously, and nodded numbly.

"Okay, I'll go and see if there is anything else to eat in the refrigerator," said the man with glasses and walked into the kitchen again.

Song Yanchen's expression paused slightly, his eyes moved down, and he looked at the dormitory-shaped refrigerator under the coffee table, feeling a little strange.

Isn't the refrigerator right here?

The man with glasses quickly came out of the kitchen again, still looking dignified and unremarkable, but he waved his hand regretfully, "I'm sorry, I just found out that I ate all the food at home. It's been a week."

Song Yanchen's heart tightened when he heard this, and his eyes slowly moved to the unopened potato chips at his feet.

Smelling the lingering fishy smell in the air, and thinking about all the weird things that happened after he came in, Song Yanchen's sense of discomfort and anxiety became more and more intense.

Even his brain began to flash back to the bloody picture of the death of the girl who jumped off the building last night.

Nausea crept up his throat again.

He couldn't bear it anymore, got up quickly, covered his mouth and was about to walk towards the toilet.

Seeing this, the man with glasses grabbed him quickly, "Wait!"

Song Yanchen looked back at him with red eyes, the man grinned, showing a dangerous but meaningful smile, "I'm sorry, the toilet is blocked today and hasn't been repaired yet, if you really want to vomit, just spit it in the trash can It'll be fine."

"......" Song Yanchen's face became even uglier in an instant, and his shoulders couldn't stop shaking wildly.

something is wrong...

Something is wrong with this man......

Song Yanchen's brain buzzed, sending out a powerful alarm.

He couldn't stand the weird atmosphere again, hurriedly shook off the other party, took a step back,

But he never thought that Song Yanchen's foot slipped, and his back directly hit the transparent door of the kitchen. The black shadow quickly grabbed his lower back with his hands, and Song Yanchen avoided injury and regained his footing.

Song Yanchen subconsciously turned his head to look into the kitchen. The severed hands and fingers were placed on the chopping board, and there were patches of blood flowing on the tiled floor...

This is not killing pigs, this is clearly killing!

Song Yanchen's whole body shook, nausea and panic rushed to the peak one after another, he supported the wall behind him with both hands, and moved his steps tremblingly.

When the man in glasses reacted in such a panic, not only did he not have the panic of his secret being discovered, but also an imperceptible excitement flashed in his eyes.

He stepped forward, grabbed Song Yanchen's arm with a ferocious face, and then pulled him onto the sofa.

Song Yanchen was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with thin arms and legs, he was easily thrown onto the sofa.

Song Yanchen couldn't hold back anymore, cried aloud, and began to beg frantically, "I didn't see anything, you let me go, I beg you."

The man in glasses tore off his tie and slowly unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He bent down and skillfully tied Song Yanchen's hands with his tie.

Song Yanchen's eyes turned red, knowing that he was doomed, he opened his mouth and was about to scream, -------The sound insulation here is not good.

"Help! You've killed someone! Help, help, uh-uh----" Song Yanchen was about to continue screaming when the man took off his upper body clothes, crumpled the clothes and stuffed them into Song Yanchen's mouth.

The man with glasses looked at him condescendingly, showing a rare look of pity, and smacked his tongue, "Don't waste your energy, the people here are more selfish and indifferent than the other, even if they hear it, they will pretend not to hear it, no Someone will come to your rescue."

As he said that, the man with glasses let out a low laugh, which was ironic, as if he saw through everything, with a hint of coolness and coldness.

Song Yanchen was in a hurry, he let out a whining sound, his feet started kicking wildly, and even the slippers fell off his feet.

Looking at the appetizer in front of him, he stretched out his hand, and the tip of his tongue swept over his index finger, and he was about to start enjoying it.

Song Yanchen made a sound of despair and collapse, struggling constantly.

Eight words can describe his current situation: just escaped from the wolf's den, and then entered the tiger's mouth.

Song Yanchen was going to be tortured like crazy.

Seeing that the man's disgusting body was about to be attached, Song Yanchen subconsciously closed his eyes.

Before he could react, he felt warm liquid splashed on his face (review, let me remind you first, there is blood here), and the sound of a knife being inserted and then drawn out successively sounded in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yanchen heard the other party wailing in pain.

Song Yanchen was startled, and just about to open his eyes, a pair of big hands covered his eyelids.

The man's warm and delicate voice sounded beside his ears, as if filled with tenderness, "Don't look."

Song Yanchen's heart seemed to be covered with wormwood for a moment, scratched by a feather, and an indescribable emotion slowly climbed into his heart.

He held his breath, and could only rely on hearing and touch to feel everything around him.

With the loud noise of a heavy object hitting the ground, all the movement disappeared, and the surrounding became quiet.

Song Yanchen bit his lower lip, tears fell silently from his eyes.

Song Yanchen knew very well that the one who helped him just now was the 'ghost' he knew, the pervert who hid in the dark and secretly watched him, and the creator of the traces on his body.

Song Yanchen couldn't hold back at all, and cried louder and louder.

The black shadow carefully tore off the dirty cloth stuffed in Song Yanchen's mouth, and stared at the uncooled corpse beside the sofa with a disgusted expression.

How dare you do this to my baby!

but........

Hei Ying lowered his head and looked at the baby in his arms.

Seeing the baby shrink into his arms with a face full of fear, curled up in an extremely insecure posture, God knows how proud he is.

He just wanted to let this misbehaving child know that this world is full of dangers.

There is no one to trust and rely on except yourself.

Gee.

The black shadow did not untie the tie that bound Song Yanchen's hands, but instead covered the other's eyes, lowered his head and kissed.

This was the first time Soi Ying kissed Song Yanchen when he was awake.

Song Yanchen tightened his grip, he could only bear the other party's kiss passively and with difficulty due to his inexperience.

Song Yanchen raised his head silently, obviously wanting to avoid it, but his action turned into pandering, wanting a swan to be slaughtered, revealing his most beautiful and fragile neck, without the slightest awareness of being a source of fatal temptation.

Shadow laughed.

be mine........

Song Yanchen's heart was jumping up and down like a derailed train, as if it was about to rush out of his chest in the next second, and his slender and fine eyelashes also trembled silently.

Having had enough of kissing, Heiying picked up the other party, buried Song Yanchen's face in his arms, and prevented him from seeing the scenes he shouldn't have seen, and then hugged the other party contentedly and disappeared in place.

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The author has something to say:

A certain ghost: My weak wife who can't take care of herself.

Xiao Song: Scared me to death, scared me to death, my husband posted it.