The mystery husband is a little bad

Fu ran, who was standing at the entrance of the corridor, was stunned.

"The young man is really thoughtful. There are not many young people willing to cook now. Your girlfriend is happy."

"She's not my girlfriend." Mu Shenrong explained that at the end of the sentence, "at least not now."

Fu ran was stunned again. What did he mean by this? Now it is not. Will it be in the future?

No, it won't be!

"Young man, Auntie looks after you. Cheer up."

"Then I'll go first, thank you aunt."

Fu ran quickly shrank inside and saw him go out of the dormitory building.

At this time, the takeout arrived, her cell phone rang instantly, and the clear bell was particularly clear in the silent building.

Mu Shenrong looked up at the stairs. Fu ran hurriedly cleared his throat and picked up: "Hello, is the master here? I'll come down now."

No way, she had to appear on the stairs under the eyes of Mu Shenrong, but it seemed to be just coming out. She didn't know anything about what happened before.

After taking delivery, she seemed to miss him, passing him by, leaving his tall body standing in the sun.

Back in the bedroom, open the take out cover, and a strong smell of oil will spread.

After a taste, it was hard to swallow, so he vomited in one side of the lid.

It's not that she is picky. What she ordered is fried rice with eggs. If she doesn't see the eggs, she won't say. The rice is sticky and salty. It's just that -

she resolutely threw it into the garbage can on one side. It's better to eat a bucket of instant noodles.

Originally, she didn't want to eat in the hot sun, but now in this situation, she decided to go to the canteen to have some.

Because there are not many students left, the school only opened a staff canteen in the dining room of the middle school, where all teachers and students can only go if they want to eat.

The road is a little far. When we arrived in the hot sun, the food had already been beaten to the bottom.

"Auntie said:" you go to the stir fry window over there to have a look, there are still some

"Thank you."

But when she came to the cooking window, she saw Mu Shenrong sitting there eating.

A person, a meat and a vegetable plus a soup, are stir fried dishes, smell that smell delicious.

But to her dismay, as soon as she came near, the uncle inside closed the window: "classmate, there is no food, come back in the evening."

"Not at all. The aunt over there asked me to come and have a look."

"It's so hot, we dare not prepare more dishes. Alas, there is still a little soup left. Do you want it?"

……

He's over there. Isn't it too annoying for her to eat soup here.

"No, thank you."

When she turned to leave, she heard Mu Shenrong say, "at this time, the restaurants outside are all resting. You can't eat if you want to. Come and eat together."

"Thank you. No need. Take your time."

At last, she bought a few barrels of instant noodles in the downstairs canteen and chatted with them.

When I lie in bed and take a nap, I feel like I'm going to give up.

In the evening, she went to the canteen early and ate a few hot dishes, which made her energetic.

It's sultry in the evening of summer.

In the past, the campus was full of walking students after dark, which was a rare quiet time. When I went back to the dormitory from the middle campus, there was no one on the road. There was a river passing through the campus. Willows were planted on the Bank of the river, and many wooden chairs were placed.

She used to be occupied by little lovers, but she didn't get to sit in a round. Today, she is sitting on a wooden chair alone, feeling the little coolness brought by the late wind, looking at the sunset in the sky and finally falling into the horizon. The sound of cicadas in her ears and the ripples of fish in the lake are really hard to get comfortable.

It was still early, so she went to the library to look for some Russian materials.

As the saying goes, one minute on stage, ten years on stage.

Outsiders only see the brilliance on the stage when they succeed, but they don't know how much they have to pay behind for the brilliance.

After looking for a junior professional book, she sat on the self-study table next to her. After half an hour, she stood up and went to the water dispenser on the second floor to pour water. But when she just poured half, the light suddenly went black.

She was so worried that she found the whole library in darkness.

Well, the system shut down automatically. The whole building was cut off.

It was supposed to be closed at 10:30 p.m., but now there are few people, so it's closed at 8:00 p.m.

Her cell phone is still in the study room. Now the door of the study room is closed. She can't get in at all. She runs to the first floor. The door is locked. The librarian must have gone back. What should she do.

At the thought that she might be the only one left in such a large library, she suddenly felt her back was cold and her hair would stand up."Is there anyone else? Hello, is there anyone?" She cried out, and the empty echo was so obvious that it was frightening. She took two steps back and stood with her glass close to the wall.

Quiet breathing is audible.

After a long time, she forced herself to calm down slowly. If she stayed here all night, the problem would not be serious. In addition to the hot spot, and although it was dark inside, the moon tonight was round and bright. The cold white moonlight penetrated through the window edge, which had a unique flavor.

She stood at the window, fascinated by the moon, but suddenly there was a sound of heavy footsteps in her ear. She had a hard time settling down and raised it again.

Strange and disorderly things in her mind, she immediately curled up in the corner, holding her breath, holding the thermos cup on her hand.

The footsteps, from far to near, are heavier and clearer as she grows older. Her body trembles with each other. She has heard many stories in the library for a long time

Near, the footsteps are closer

"Ah -" she felt the heavy footsteps in front of her eyes. She closed her eyes and waved the thermos cup out of her hand.

"Dong -" smashed heavily on the unidentified object, then heard a sad groan, "Fu ran, am I a man or a ghost?"

The familiar voice, accompanied by the low curse, made Fu ran open his eyes in an instant: "Mu Shenrong? How are you? "

"Otherwise, what do you think it is."

"Why are you here?!"

"I'll ask you that. Why are you here?"

No matter how annoying he was, he always knew people he knew. Fu Ran's courage also increased: "read a Book downstairs and come up to get water. As a result, the library is closed. I can't get out. What's the matter with you?"

Mu Shenrong covered his forehead and said, "I checked the data on the fourth floor and found that half of it had no power. I had to come down, but I was hit and my head was blown."