The call was quickly connected. Listening to the inquiries on the other side, Cui Deng wanted to know about Qian Yan. His words suddenly got stuck in his throat. He couldn't say a word about Qian Yan.
After Cui Deng heard the warning over there, he was so frightened that he quickly hung up the phone and dialed Cui Weisong's number again, trying to tell him about Qian Yan, but he still couldn't say a word.
Cui Deng was really scared now.
He responded vaguely and hung up the phone, with beads of sweat on his forehead. At this moment, his door was pushed open, and he looked at the person standing at the door in horror, and backed away in fear.
"Your cell phone is still in my room, go and pack it away."
Cui Deng wanted to fight back, but thinking of all the weird things, he got scared and didn't say anything. He quickly stood up and followed him.
"It's so late. If you're hungry, you can order takeout. Come over and call me. If you don't want takeout, you can find something else to eat."
Cui Deng was picking up the scattered parts on the ground. He listened to the sound above his head and had no intention of responding. After picking up the parts, he quickly returned to the room. He must find a way to expose Duan Qianyan and send her to be sliced up to feel at ease.
Since there is no way to say it, he can write it.
A minute later, he looked at the blank notebook with a pen, his face turned pale with fear. He couldn't write anything about Duan Qianyan.
This time, he was really desperate.
At this moment, he was also hungry and planned to find something else to eat. There were various foods in the living room and refrigerator.
He sat on the sofa, actually feeling a little scared. He looked back at Qianyan's room and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the door was closed.
He opened the biscuit package, picked up a biscuit and put it into his mouth. After chewing it twice, he spit it out with a pale face.
Why does it taste so bad and smell so bad?
Is it broken?
Cui Deng thought this was the case, so he took other food, and found that the food was as unpalatable as it could be, and it was impossible to eat it. Finally, he picked up an apple that he didn't like, and it smelled of rottenness.
Looking at the pile of food in front of him that he usually thought was good but now couldn't eat, he suddenly remembered what Duan Qianyan said just now.
He likes noodles so much that the only food he can eat in the future is noodles...
Cui Deng trembled all over, remembering the scene where Duan Qianyan casually crushed his cell phone, and his heart became more and more frightened.
No way?
At this time, Qianyan opened the door and Cui Deng turned his head stiffly.
"You could try something else, like that fruit basket."
Cui Deng shook his head subconsciously, wanting to say something, but Qian Yan had already closed the door. He was staring at the fruit basket alone in a daze, and quickly backed away and hid in the room.
After a while, he sat up, picked up the blank notebook he had planned to write on, tore out a piece and put it in his mouth.
In fact, he just wanted to try it, but he didn't expect that the moment he entered the door, he had an appetite. He knew clearly that the white paper would never be delicious, but he couldn't help but chew one piece after another. This made the usually domineering and arrogant Cui
Deng was so scared that he cried.
He called Cui Weisong again, but couldn't tell Duan Qianyan's fault, so he could only cry and ask Cui Weisong to come back.
After hanging up the phone, he still couldn't help but tear off the book and eat it, as if it was delicious.
It wasn't until he felt his stomach was a little full that he controlled the action of eating the book and felt a little relieved. However, the delicious taste of the book still lingered in his mouth, and he always felt an urge.
Cuiden was scared.
He couldn't sleep and planned to talk to Duan Qianyan.
When he walked to Duan Qianyan's door, he remembered how scary she was. If he knocked on the door at this time, it would definitely anger her, so he silently withdrew his hand.