my ghost husband

Chapter 27 The chick complex
The second floor of the house has been basically completed. The structure here is very similar to that of our rural houses. There is a small living room on the second floor, and there are rooms around it.The only difference is that there is no bathroom in the rural rooms, and the bathroom is placed in the room here.It can be regarded as following the fashion.

There are four rooms on the second floor, and the one near the stairs is a small room, which is probably used as a utility room.There is also a relatively large one, which should be a children's room. The master bedroom is on the opposite side of the house, which can be done in rural houses.And the master bedroom is usually very large.I gently pushed the door of the master bedroom open, and the moonlight streamed in through the large open window.Can basically see the situation in the room.

This room is at least more than 30 square meters. If the bathroom is added, it can be more than 40 square meters.The bathroom next to the door is also made like rural land without money, a full ten square meters.The decoration here is the same as downstairs, it is a black, white and gray design, it should be Zong Sheng's own choice of style.

In the room, there is a big white bed, a white closet, a white table, and a white stool.The main color is white, and occasionally a few blacks can be used as embellishments.

I let out a breath slowly, there is really no one, he is not here.I was still a little unwilling to give up, took out my mobile phone and dialed that number again, but I was still prompted to turn off the phone.Where did he go?Back home?Impossible, like me, he doesn't like that village, even if he stays in a hotel outside, he won't think about going back.

I exited the room, and just as I was about to close the door, I felt the wind blowing in through the window.When decorating a house, doors and windows are opened to allow ventilation.But now it's late at night, and looking at the moon in the sky, maybe it will rain in the middle of the night or early in the morning.

Our climate here has this characteristic. It often rains at three or four o'clock in the morning and clears at five or six o'clock.Thinking of the possibility that the newly bought small table will be drenched by rain, even if I don't regard this place as my home, I still kindly go over and help him close the window.

Just as I was walking towards the window, I saw a foot protruding from the other side of the bed.

Someone was sitting on the ground over the bed!My heart skipped a beat, and I walked over quickly, and the one lying on the ground, curled up, turned out to be Zong Sheng!

"Zong Sheng!" I whispered, and immediately squatted down and pulled him up.The bed is right next to him, why does he sit on the ground like this when he doesn't go to bed?How many days has he been here?I had a lot of questions in my mind, but he was in a coma and couldn't give me any response at all.

"Zong Sheng, Zong Sheng! Wake up!" I used all my strength to help him sit up.This man doesn't look fat, why is he so heavy all over his body?

Dragging, dragging hard, after several minutes, I dragged him onto the bed.Now that he is in this state, he can't call the workers below to help, who knows what will happen?Better to wake him up first.

I patted his face: "Zong Sheng? Zong Sheng?" I put my hand under his nose to test it out, and it seemed that he was still angry, but very weak.Where is he hurt?
I looked at his whole body, there was no wound, I pulled his collar, the scar on his collarbone remained the same, why did he become unconscious?

I patted him with my hand to see if I could find anything useful.He was wearing army green multi-pocket overalls with pockets everywhere to store things.I dug those things out.There are small compasses, red threads, copper coins, yin incense rolled up in red paper, mud in small bags, peach wood nails, small writing brushes, and many other things that I don’t know.

I underestimated in a low voice: "Is this going to be a jingle cat? It can decorate anything. Hey, do you want to send you to the hospital?"

After asking this sentence, I froze for a moment.How could it be possible to send him to the hospital?The last time he scratched his own hand, the next day he recovered so that there was no scar at all. If he was sent to the hospital, the people in the hospital would not call the police, or would they report it to the research institute and send him to have an autopsy?

If not sent to the hospital, what should I do?
By the way, he said he came to me because he was injured, and my qi could make him recover.I used to always feel that he should be able to feel the feeling of him entering my body in my dream. If that was the case, I fell asleep lying on the front desk before, and I was sucked down by him, and then Shen Jien used his vagina Did the incense burning on the top of his head also affect him?
I quickly hugged his head and rummaged through his short hair.really!On the top of his head, there are two small burn marks.He didn't fall into a coma because he was scalded by Shen Jien!
So now, what should I do?Keep letting him suck my breath?

I figured this out, and hurried over to close the door, locked it, took off my shoes, and lay down beside him.

"That's fine. Zong Sheng, if you want to suck my breath, just suck it, just don't kill me. You wake up quickly, you always feel that something will happen."

I lay beside him, closed my eyes, wasn't it just sleep, a dream?What are you afraid of?
But why have I been lying down for so long, but still haven't fallen asleep?I used to be able to fall asleep in a daze even when I was sitting, and he would appear in the darkness.But now I try my best to relax myself and try my best to sleep, but I can't fall asleep anyway.

I raised my head and looked at Zong Cheng who was clearly unconscious beside me: "Hey, how can I let you breathe my breath? Hey!"

By the way, blood, the previous few times, I drank his blood. On the day I drank his blood, it seemed that it was easy for him to enter my body.

I grabbed his hand, it was white, but not smooth, with thick calluses.I chose the back of the hand, the place where he cut himself last time.He can cut it with his nails, but I can't.I still rummaged around in the room for a while before I found a screw that was not installed in the drawer under the big bed.

"Zong Cheng, bear with it, I can only scratch you with this screw now. I don't have a knife, and I don't have your nails." I was cruel and scratched hard.I feel like I'm already working too hard.But there was only a red mark on the back of his hand.

Biting his lip and looking at him, his face hasn't changed at all.I struck again, this time, I turned my face away and made up my mind. As soon as I exerted force, blood really came out.

Seeing the blood oozing out of the cut skin by me, I took a few deep breaths and held my breath, then took his hand and put it in my mouth.The smell of blood permeated immediately.

Didn't Shen Ji'en say that Zong Sheng is a ghost?But he has blood, and I'm still drinking his blood.He is a ghost, but he is definitely a living person.

My fledgling complex got to me again.

Putting down his hand, the taste of his blood was still in his mouth, watching him still lying on the bed unchanged.I suddenly felt like crying.I've tried so hard to do these things, but to no avail.He wouldn't just die like this, would he?He was scalded by Shen Ji'en, that's why he did this, so it's more or less like I hurt him, me. . .

"Zong Sheng, you must be fine. You, if you really become a ghost, I, how can I tell your grandma?" I was so anxious that I burst into tears, always thinking that if he really died, he would be regarded as being killed by me. Killed.

When crying, people feel very tired, so tired that they just want to close their eyes.I ended up falling on top of him crying and falling asleep.

In the darkness, in the darkness, there is still his breath.I can feel that the person holding me is Zong Sheng, and I can also feel that all the strength in my body is passing away, and I am getting more and more tired, really tired.I worked very hard to say a word: "Zong Sheng, live well. I know, you are still alive."

I was so tired that I lost consciousness at all.

When I heard the voice again, it was an old man's voice saying: "She was very weak and almost died. Are you trying to kill her? She is dead, and you won't live for a few days."

Zong Sheng's voice said: "Isn't she still alive? Grandpa."

(End of this chapter)