to dig boyfriend's grave

"Have you eaten yet?" Shen Jiming rescued Smelly from Lin Jia's hands.

"Ah... I ate it." Lin Jia turned around in a circle and walked towards the sofa, touched her belly that was stretched, "I ate hot pot."

"En." Shen Jiming picked up the lunch box on the coffee table and prepared to put it in the small refrigerator.

"Is that rice?" Lin Jia said, the pattern on the lunch box was the same as what he ate yesterday.

"Well, yesterday you said it was delicious, so I went to get one from him." Shen Jiming shook the lunch box, "I'll put it in the refrigerator first."

"Wait!" Lin Jia stood up and held Shen Jiming, "I, I don't seem to be full."

"It happens to be still hot." Shen Jiming smiled and handed it over.

Lin Jia rubbed his belly and looked at Shen Jiming who was sitting next to him and watching TV.

The lights in the living room were not turned on, the curtains were drawn, and only the light of the TV was projected on Shen Jiming's face.

From Lin Jia's angle, all he could see was his well-defined profile.

Shen Jiming... No, this ghost, if he doesn't have a smile on his face, he looks a little cold.

But when she smiles, she becomes...very gentle.

Lin Jia thought this was probably the reason why his stomach was bursting today.

Shen Jiming, the little goblin, smiled at him with the corners of his mouth curled up. It was as if his brain exploded on the spot, and he was completely white in the rumbling.

"Are you still going?" Shen Jiming turned to look at Lin Jia.

In the case of insufficient light, Shen Jiming's eyes will be dark red, and the deepest part seems to be immersed in a piece of ink.

Lin Jia stared at Shen Jiming's eyes without saying a word, this is so beautiful, he thought so.

"What's wrong?" Shen Jiming waved his hand in front of Lin Jia's eyes.

"Ah? No." Lin Jia grabbed Shen Jiming's hand dangling in front of his eyes, and quickly bounced it away, "Hiss... so cold."

Shen Jiming's hand was too cold, it was as cold as grabbing a piece of ice.

The air conditioner was turned on in the living room, and the temperature was already low enough. Lin Jia did not expect Shen Jiming to be colder than the air conditioner.

Mr. Shen is a living refrigerator.

"Are you okay?" Shen Jiming withdrew his hand and looked at Lin Jia worriedly, "How about we go for a walk?"

"...Okay." Lin Jia stood himself up from the sofa with difficulty, and when he staggered out of the room, he felt like an old hen that should pop out an egg from the back of his butt in the next second.

It was almost getting dark, and there were quite a lot of people on the street, and it was very lively with people coming and going.

There is also a warm breeze that is unique to summer nights.

Lin Jia put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked slowly forward. With the experience of being recognized by fans today, he put on a peaked cap before going out.

Shen Jiming, who was walking next to him, was wearing a black T-shirt. Last time he asked Shen Jiming if he needed to take a bath, Shen Jiming came to see him wearing different clothes almost every day, and he didn't bother to ask a ghost How did the clothes come from.

Shen Jiming also wore a pair of sunglasses. His striking height and air-conditioned demeanor made the girls who passed by turn their heads frequently, making Lin Jia terrified.

After all, he already has fans. What if he is knocked out by fanatical fans and brought home?There is no guarantee for the evening festival.

He pulled Shen Jiming's clothes and walked back.

"Aren't you leaving?" Shen Jiming obediently followed behind Lin Jia. "go back?"

"En." Lin Jia pressed down on her hat, "My stomach is no longer distended."

"Close your eyes." Shen Jiming said.

"What?" Lin Jia didn't realize it, and turned to look at Shen Jiming behind him. Unexpectedly, Shen Jiming lowered his head and pointed at the back of his head at some point. When he turned around, he almost kissed him .

Looking at Shen Jiming who was close at hand, Lin Jia's mind went blank for a moment, she opened her mouth but said nothing.

Shen Jiming looked at Lin Jia who was stunned, a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth, he turned his head, and whispered in Lin Jia's ear, "Close your eyes."

Lin Jia's mind was full of Shen Jiming's voice telling him to close his eyes. He completely forgot that he was standing on the street with people coming and going, and just closed his eyes like that.

In the next second, he felt himself being pulled into Shen Jiming's arms, and the icy breath disappeared as soon as it enveloped him.

Opening his eyes, Lin Jia found that he had arrived at the hotel room.

Looking at Shen Jiming in front of him, Lin Jia coughed a few times and touched his nose. He thought Shen Jiming was going to kiss him.

Lin Jia thought about finding a topic to interrupt the awkward atmosphere.

Shen Jiming frowned suddenly and conjured a wooden sign from his hand.

Lin Jia didn't see the words on the wooden sign clearly, but saw some kind of monster and a dazzling red light attached to it.

"I have something to do, I have to go first." Shen Jiming touched Lin Jia's head. "I'll be right back."

There was a wave in the air, and Shen Jiming disappeared before Lin Jia's eyes.

Raising his hand to press the curled hair on his head, Lin Jia was stunned for a while, but he really wanted to leave as soon as he said that, he turned his head and looked at the darkened sky outside.

"Let's go, let's go, the stars in the sky are in the Big Dipper." Lin Jia sang, turned and went to the bedroom to get the clothes and went into the bathroom. "Hey, hey, hey, join the Big Dipper, let's roar when the road is uneven~"

Lin Jia propped his hands on the wall, closed his eyes and felt the traces of the water flowing over his body, why didn't he usually feel that the water in this hotel was so irritating?

Hooked his fire everywhere.

"Ah!" Lin Jia opened his eyes and shouted irritably. Young and middle-aged people are full of anger, and once they come up, they can't be extinguished.

The fire extinguishers didn't work well.

He put his forehead against the smooth wall and reached down with his hand.

Lin Jia dawdled in the bathroom for a full hour before slowly walking out wearing a pair of big underpants.

He fell face down on the bed and bounced a few times on the soft mattress.

At the last moment, Shen Jiming's closing eyes were all in his mind.

Like in the ear.

Shen Jiming's purposely lowered voice was particularly nice, very... sexy.

The smile is also very seductive...

stop!Can't think about it anymore!

Lin Jia suddenly sat up from the bed, and if he thought about it again, the fire that had just been extinguished would have to burn again.

He got out of bed and went to the living room to bring the phone over. He pressed the phone but there was no response.

Lin Jia frowned and patted the phone screen, broken?

Or... out of power?

After charging it, Lin Jia sat and waited for a while, and the black screen of the mobile phone turned on.

As soon as I turned on the phone, it was full of missed calls, a number that had no notes but was very familiar.

He and Shen Jiming went for a walk without taking their mobile phone, but he remembered that the mobile phone still had a little power, probably because it was called to turn off automatically.

Why the hell is he looking for him and making so many phone calls?

Holding the phone, Lin Jia sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while, then picked up the phone and called back.

The call was picked up quickly, as if the person on the other end had been waiting.

"Hello? Jiazi?" The old woman's voice sounded, panting rapidly, "Your father...your father is dying."

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There is another chapter today, which was issued in the form of 666 at two o'clock in the morning.

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