Suddenly, the corpse's mouth suddenly changed into a dead face.
Soon the face came from the bedroom, enjoying the sound of groaning and giggling.
Shen Rongyin takes a cold look at Chen Jing's shriveled corpse. Instead, he sits in front of the dresser, opens the drawer, and takes out a high-grade jewelry bracelet box.
With a click, she opened the lid of the box, and saw that the green and bright red blood bracelet was full of bright red blood, dripping on the ground through the jewelry box.
Shen Rong as like as two peas, and a towel on her face, and a bracelet that is exactly the same on her wrist.
The old face of Shen Rongyin's forehead suddenly shrieked and disappeared. Before long, the old woman's face in front of the mirror returned to its smooth and young appearance. Shen Rongyin showed a satisfied, penetrating and strange smile.
On the other side, Chi Shuyan sees her father come back at 8:30 in the evening. She doesn't know how to cook, but she cooks porridge very well. She cooks LingMi porridge specially for her father.
Late Lingyan's dignified face in smelling the rice porridge fragrance at home eased a few minutes, the face is also good-looking many: "Yan Yan! Did you cook yourself? Why don't you go to the canteen? "
"Dad, I cooked some porridge, you drink more porridge, and I specially brought pickles! It's all made by your daughter. Here you are Chi Shuyan also tried cooking just now, but she is really no talent for cooking. The taste is very bad. Chi Shuyan simply pours and changes the pickle.
She doesn't want to have diarrhea when her father goes out on business tomorrow.
Now she has put porridge and pickles on the table. Chi Lingyan looks very gentle. She didn't have much appetite before. But now she has a little appetite when she smells the fragrance of LingMi porridge.
Chi Lingyan has also tasted the LingMi porridge sent to him by his daughter before. It tastes very good, and it's a wonderful thing. He hasn't eaten it for a long time. Chi Lingyan can't wait.
Although this meal is only rice porridge with pickles, it is very simple, but the two father and daughter eat very happy, but the two feet just finished, Wei Ting brought a lot of food to come.
Chi Lingyan couldn't help but say: "how polite is Lao Wei and your mother? Yan Yan and I can eat some at will! "
Chi Shu Yan opened his mouth and said, "Dad, when you were away just now, uncle Wei and aunt Chang wanted me to go to Wei's house for dinner."
Wei Ting couldn't help but say, "sister Shuyan, my parents have also said that everyone is their own. If Uncle Chi is not here, you can go to my house for dinner. You're welcome what? "
Although LingMi porridge was finished, Wei Ting still smelled the aftertaste, especially fragrant. Wei Ting was a little rare: "sister Shuyan, what good things did you make for uncle Chi in the evening? It's too fragrant, and your craftsmanship is also very good!"
Chi Shu Yan, a hypocritical cook killer
Chi Shuyan still liked Wei family, including Wei Ting in front of her. Before Wei Ting left, Chi Shuyan went to the room and produced a small bag of LingMi of more than ten jin. This LingMi was not what her father ate, but the LingMi she sold on the Internet, which was only roughly washed with aura, and handed it to Wei Ting: "brother Wei, here you are The smell just now is the taste of this rice porridge. If you like it, I'll tell you which Taobao store to sell it next time! By the way, you'd better call my name in the future
Have been calling sister Shuyan, how she has been called sister Lin illusion!
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