(MTL)What kind of bad thoughts can a female partner have?

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

    The director's team was completely inactive, so they had to be self-reliant.

    The crowd held a small meeting, Qin Zhi contributed her bag of spicy sausages, Shen Jiajia took out her braised pig's trotters, Zhou Cixuan picked a handful of green onions in the vegetable field outside, and Yu Shiyin's Hundred Flowers The soup, the egg noodles made by Tang Ran, were pieced together to make a dinner table.

    "Cheers!" The group officially started the variety show life with tea instead of wine.

    It was late at night, and in the light of the full moon, the whole town was sleeping peacefully, showing a demure that was different from the daytime.

    The inn is built next to the water. During the day, the murmur of the water is easily covered by the noise. It is very obvious at this time, but it is not noisy, giving people a sense of tranquility and leisure. The troubles during the day seem to gradually change with the current. Light, time has become gentle and gentle in this sound of water.

    Azhi was sleepy, but Azhi couldn't sleep. Qin Zhi covered her stomach and turned over on the bed, sat up with her hair disheveled, hungry.

    She doesn't like to eat noodles very much. After all, the hundred flower soup is someone else's thing. She is embarrassed to eat it in three bowls and four bowls. The food in her stomach has already been digested.

    The hunger was particularly evident and unbearable in the silent night. Qin Zhi finally gave in to it. She remembered that there should be some things left in the kitchen.

    But looking for something to eat in the middle of the night is not quite like the normal behavior of a female star, and the foodie people have not been very popular in recent years.

    She lay at the door and listened for a while, making sure no one got up at night, before sneaking out of the door, for fear of accidentally waking others up.

    Holding his breath, he walked to the entrance of the stairs, hammering his sore waist, straightening up and walking towards the handrail of the stairs. After squatting for a long time, she suddenly stood upright, making her eyes dark. Before she could grasp the handrail, she fell down.

    God will kill me. Qin Zhi sighed and covered her face with the quickest reaction.

    Fortunately, there was a thick carpet on the ground. Even if Qin Zhi rolled down the floor like a ball, there was no big deal except for a bit of confusion.

    Hungry and aggrieved, Qin Zhi simply lay down at the entrance of the stairs in a big font, and she rested.

    At this moment, she saw a dark shadow moving in this direction, and she was startled. She didn't hear anyone coming downstairs just now, what could this be?

    The ghost stories I read before going to bed just appeared in front of my eyes.

    Anzhuang is an ancient town. In ancient times, there was a plague or something. This kind of population gathering place must be dead and dead. Such a good place has grown.

    What ancient building resentment, ghost shadows in the middle of the night, and a strange smile by the water broke her unsteady belief in natural science in an instant, and she ran upstairs.

    Su Che, who was awakened by thirst in the middle of the night, went downstairs to drink water, but when he came back, he saw a suspicious figure running upstairs in a panic.