I can see hell in my left eye

Chapter 546: Exercise Before Bed
"Why did the recording pen record Tang Guran's voice? Logically speaking, it shouldn't be possible."

I was terrified.

A helpless smile appeared on Ming Si's face, he raised his head and patted my head, and said calmly, "Now I know what to do?"

He asked me again.

After a while, I asked him, "Have you heard the recording?"

He nodded.

"You should have told me earlier."

"It's not too late to know now."

"so what should I do?"

"..."

At this moment, even though I realized the problem, I still couldn't think of a definite way to help Tang Guran.

"It's fine if you don't record it."

"Recording?" I stared at Ming Si suspiciously, and he nodded: "Yes, Tang Guran cannot lend her body, so let her record what she wants to say to Tang Guren."

"this is okay too?"

"otherwise?"

I laughed dryly twice, as if there was no other better way than this.

"Actually, it's not impossible to lend her your body."

As soon as I muttered, Ming Si's face darkened, and he said sharply: "I object."

"why?"

"How many ghosts care about your body, don't you know?"

"Just a little while."

"No."

"..."

Mingsi's attitude is very tough, and I can't secretly lend my body to Tang Guran behind his back. Once he finds out, I will definitely be unable to bear it.

After much hesitation, I agreed to him.

"Then record it!"

With a sullen face, he said solemnly: "Don't try to play tricks."

"Understood, I will only help her record, and I will never take off the ghost ring again. If you are worried, just let the black spot monitor me."

"Surveillance?" He frowned, raised his chin high, and said arrogantly, "When did I let it watch you?"

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, seeing Ming Si staring at me seriously, I hurriedly changed my words: "Slip of the tongue, it's not surveillance, it's to protect me, okay?"

"It's almost there."

……

That day, under the care of Ming Si, I didn't go out the door, didn't step out, and stayed at home all the time.

He told me that Tang Guran's own frequency is very special, so the recording pen can record her voice.

At night, he tossed and turned on the bed unable to fall asleep, while Ming Si beside him was very quiet.

I sat up, scratched my head irritably, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then lay down straight, but still didn't feel sleepy.

The last time I checked the time on my phone, it was past two o'clock in the morning.

The night was surprisingly quiet, and the curtains shed a white moonlight.

I opened my eyes and stared at the window in a daze.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Ming Si's voice suddenly came from beside his ear.

The voice fell, and his hand stroked my cheek, which was cool.

"Can't sleep."

"Insomnia?" He turned over.

In the darkness, I heard the sound of him snapping his fingers, and then a lamp on the bedside lit up.

The light was orange and soft, hitting Ming Si's face, reflecting his handsome facial lines very gently.

"It seems to be insomnia, very sleepy, but I can't fall asleep no matter what."

He raised his lips and smiled, and suddenly stood up and pressed towards me.

"It seems that if you don't exercise for a long time, your wife's sleep quality is not good." He smiled evilly, and there was a dangerous signal in his bright eyes.

I swallowed my throat and pushed his shoulder hard, but his body didn't move at all.

"In order for my wife to have a good sleep, I think it is necessary to exercise before going to bed."

I was dumbfounded: "What exercise before going to bed?"

"you guess?"

"You shouldn't be..."

Before I could question him, he suddenly kissed me hard, which caught me off guard.

……

After a beautiful night, I didn't know when I fell asleep, but this sleep was extremely sweet and solid.

However, when he opened his eyes, it was already noon.

Remembering that there was a class in the afternoon, and it was still the professor's class, I got up in a panic, ran into the bathroom and took a shower, changed my clothes and rushed downstairs.

"woke up?"

Ming Si's voice came from the kitchen.

Hearing the reputation, he leaned out half of his body, with an apron around his waist, holding a complete recipe book in his hand, with a warm smile on his face.

He was actually studying his dark cuisine again.

"I have class, let's go first."

"Wait a few minutes, lunch will be ready soon."

"It's too late, I still have to see Tang Guran."

Who would want to eat dark dishes?I'd rather go out and drink Mistral.

"eat first."

"No, I'll just eat a little in the school cafeteria."

"Eat at home."

"I really don't want to eat."

I was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so I ran to the entrance to change my shoes, and was in a hurry to go out, but the door couldn't be opened no matter how hard I pulled it.

"I said, eat at home." A cold voice approached from behind.

I turned around in shock, Ming Si who was standing at the door of the kitchen suddenly appeared behind me at some point, staring at me blankly, still holding the cookbook in his hand.

I really don't know what 'delicious food' he made again, but I really don't want to eat it.

I expected that he had tampered with the door, so I couldn't open the door for life and death, and I was very anxious.

"Open the door!"

He didn't move, standing on the spot as steady as Mount Tai.

"You open the door for me, and I said I don't want to eat."

"Why, what I make is so hard to swallow?"

"Of course not. I'm running out of time. I'll eat it next time. No, wait until I come back, okay?" I softened my tone, almost begging him.

The corner of his mouth curled down, showing regret.

"I prepared it specially for you."

"I know, thank you for your hard work."

I patted him on the shoulder quickly to show comfort.

"Help me open the door. When I come back, I will definitely taste the big meal you prepared for me."

Although I said so, I can imagine what kind of food Mingsi made with my toes. It is nothing more than a scorched lump, or a scorched lump.

I smiled at him, but he didn't respond at all.

"Open the door for me." I tugged at his arm, acting like a baby to him on purpose.

He stared at me for a while, then turned his face to glance at the wall clock on the wall, his face changed, and he said with a half-smile, "It's [-]:[-], and your class is at [-]:[-] p.m., why are you panicking?"

"I'm going to see Tang Guran. Didn't I agree to help her record yesterday?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to see you after class?"

"I...that..."

In fact, I just don't want to taste the dark dishes he cooks.

"Leave after eating, there's still time." His tone was non-negotiable, he raised his arm, pulled me into his arms, and forcibly walked towards the restaurant with his arms around me.

When I arrived at the restaurant and saw the two dishes already placed on the table, I immediately felt hopeless.

It was not much different from what I expected. The two dishes on the table were really charred and charred. Just looking at them has completely lost my appetite. How can I eat them?
(End of this chapter)