With an unfamiliar expression and a strange tone, Huang Ling's husband seemed to be sleepwalking. He stood on the bed, tiptoeing, and his neck seemed to be caught by something, looking down at Huang Ling.
With her eyelids rolled up and her eyes protruding, in the bedroom shrouded in darkness, Huang Ling's husband, who had lived with her for several years, was staring at her.
"The soup I made for you is in the kitchen, drink it while it's hot."
The room they rented was not big and the bedroom was narrow. Huang Ling leaned against the wall and clutched her cell phone with her fingers.
She had a very bad premonition that once she made the call, her husband would probably kill her.
"I, I'm not too hungry." Huang Ling moved towards the door of the room. She grabbed the bedroom door handle, but before she could open the door, her husband jumped over from the bed.
Jia Ming's body is very stiff, and all joints cannot bend normally. He feels like a puppet being held up by silk threads.
Pale hands grabbed Huang Ling's arm, and a cold feeling came. For the first time, Huang Ling found that her husband's palm could not feel any warmth.
She was too nervous to speak, her body was shaking slightly, and her pupils were beating uneasily.
The husband's face came closer, his eyelids rolled up, and most of his eyeballs were occupied by the whites of his eyes: "I've done everything, you can drink a little."
"Okay, I'll drink..." Huang Ling didn't dare to resist. She was worried that she would die in this narrow, dark room.
The bedroom door was opened by her husband, and the familiar yet unfamiliar man walked into the kitchen on tiptoes, holding Huang Ling's hand in a very strange posture.
The doors and windows were closed, and the house seemed completely isolated from the outside world.
Huang Ling did not dare to resist and was dragged into the kitchen by her husband.
As soon as she entered, she saw an iron pot for making soup placed on the gas stove.
Jia Ming stood on tiptoe, raised his hands stiffly, took the iron pot off the gas stove, and placed it on the dining table.
When I opened the lid of the pot, the room seemed to become even colder.
He found two pairs of bowls and chopsticks and placed them beside the pot, then looked directly at Huang Ling: "Come and try it, it's delicious."
"Yes." Huang Ling nodded slightly. She glanced into the iron pot. It was dark and she didn't know what it was.
"What is this?" Huang Ling couldn't hold back and said it anyway.
Jia Ming did not reply to Huang Ling's question. He picked up the spoon in the pot and filled Huang Ling's bowl with it: "Have a taste."
A normal person would never say such a thing. Jia Ming stood on tiptoes and put his head on his shoulders: "Quick, eat them all, eat them all!"
Huang Ling was holding a spoon in her hand. She felt a little nauseous looking at the floating debris in the bowl.
Touching the screen of the phone with her finger, she wanted to call Chen Ge, but then she thought about it, what was the use of calling? Chen Ge couldn't rush over immediately. By the time he arrived, she might have encountered something unexpected.
"Why don't you eat it? Isn't it delicious? Don't you like the taste? Listen! There is a child crying in it? What a beautiful sound." Jia Ming picked up the spoon in the pot and drank it.
Taking a big sip, it was obviously just clear soup, but he seemed to be tasting the finest delicacies, showing an expression of enjoyment.
After drinking, Jia Ming's upturned eyes slowly returned to normal. He looked at Huang Ling: "Drink quickly! Do you want me to feed you?"
Huang Ling tightened her grip on the spoon, but she couldn't take it down. Her tangled look fell into Jia Ming's eyes.
"Don't know how to eat it? Let me help you." Jia Ming picked up the fruit knife on the dining table: "Let me help you cut it. It's okay. You will be able to drink the whole pot soon. From now on,
I will also make more delicious soup for you, using fresher ingredients."
Jia Ming tiptoed towards Huang Ling, his tone was very scary.
Huang Ling couldn't control it anymore. She threw away the spoon in her hand and pressed one-touch dialing. Coincidentally, when she pressed one-touch dialing, the page on her mobile phone changed. Someone called at this time.
Got the phone call.
Her one-touch dialing call did not go through, and her finger pressed on the answer button.
"Are you the person who took my car tonight? You made my car look like this, and you think it can be solved by throwing two hundred yuan away? If you don't give me an explanation tonight, then I will..."
"Help! Help! Call the police! I live on the fourth floor! My husband is crazy!"
Hearing the voice on the phone, Huang Ling completely lost control. She shouted with the phone and rushed towards the door of the living room.
Like a drowning person grabbing the last straw, Huang Ling burst out with unprecedented potential, and she was very fast.
The door to the living room has two floors. She opened the inner door easily, but the security door outside was locked. She had to find the key to open it.
"Help! Help!"
Huang Ling's voice echoed in the corridor, the cold wind poured into her sleeves, and she shook the door lock desperately.
"I'm warning you, don't scare me." The young driver's voice on the phone was trembling. He had been in a coma for most of the night. When he woke up, he saw someone leaving a note next to the phone, so he made a call to ask about tonight.
What happened, please ask for some compensation.
Huang Ling was still shouting. She banged against the security door with all her strength, and the sharp sound could be heard clearly in the whole building.
"Take a sip." The husband quietly moved behind Huang Ling.
"Help!" Huang Ling screamed at the top of her lungs. Her back hit the security door and her cell phone shined at Jia Ming. The picture in front of her made her even more devastated!
Jia Ming's head hung crookedly on his shoulders, his eyelids were rolled up, and his eyes were bulging. In fact, he was not standing on tiptoes at all, but the shadow behind him was pinching his neck and carrying him around.
"Take a sip."
"Help! Don't come here!"
Huang Ling's voice sounded far away in the corridor. After about a few seconds, the door opposite Huang Ling's house was suddenly opened, and an old lady took a look outside.
At this time, Jia Ming had already poured the soup from the bowl into Huang Ling's mouth. His eyes became dull as he watched Huang Ling's body fall softly.
The old man opposite was already used to this scene. She opened the security door and walked to the door of Huang Ling's house. She asked with a hint of sympathy: "Xiao Jia, Huang Ling is sick again?"
Jia Ming supported Huang Ling and slowly raised his lowered head. His expression completely returned to normal, but his expression was a little stiff: "Hey, I have nightmares at night and refuse to take medicine even if I live or die."
"It's really hard for you, guarding a patient." The old lady shook her head gently: "You'd better take her to a regular hospital for a checkup. This month, she has been sick three times. If she keeps going like this, there's no telling what will happen.
thing."
"Yes, definitely." Jia Ming hung up Huang Ling's cell phone and closed the security door.