Chapter 734: : Fierce, in the car (2)

Ten minutes later--
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" A louder voice than her rang in her ears, shaking her eyes suddenly, she saw Rong Qian pale and yelled and died. Grasping her hand deadly, almost digging into her wrist with his fingers.
"What's your name?" Anhao shook off his hand vigorously.
"It's so scary! You can only call me, but you can't call me?" Rong Qian was already irritated to a weakened spirit. After staring at her for a while, he sat back on the sofa and watched horror movies with antipyretics. At this moment, I was already sweating profusely, but the fever was completely receded.
Anhao took advantage of the less exciting and scary plot in the horror film, got up and rummaged around, found a thermometer in his medicine cabinet and threw it to him. One measure, thirty-seven degrees two.
"The fever is gone, not bad." She took the thermometer back and threw it back into the medicine cabinet, took the potato chips again and sat on the sofa while eating while watching TV.
Rong Qian sat down on the sofa and couldn't bear the scary things on the TV anymore, coupled with the clicking sound in his ears eating potato chips... He grinds his teeth: "My fever is gone. Still not leaving?"
An Hao didn't expect that he would rush her, so he rolled his eyes and made a natural expression: "You didn't want me to stay and take care of you?"
"Yeah, take care of me!" Rong Qian continued to grind his teeth, and suddenly grabbed the remote control and paused everything on the TV: "I have already burned out and you don't need to take care of it. Get out of here!"
"What do you mean? You cross the river and demolish the bridge?" Boss Anhao stretched out his hand to grab the remote control and continued to play the horror movie.
When the sound of the horror movie came out again, Rong Qian suddenly closed his eyes and fell frustrated on the back of the sofa, and rolled his eyes at him: "What I'm watching is exciting, don't even want to watch me go. This is the first disc. I will take out four discs and wait until I have finished watching the horror films in these four discs!"
Rong Qian was almost immediately suffocated by her words. Suddenly he got up and staggered back to the bedroom. Anhao thought he was scared away and didn't care about him. Anyway, if the fever goes down, he can't die. Love Sleep wherever you go.
It didn’t take long for Rong Qian to walk out again. He returned to the sofa with a heroic expression and sat down in his original position. At the same time, he picked up an eye mask and earphones and put it on. An Hao turned his eyes to his equipment, the corner of his mouth. Smoked.
"Since I'm afraid, I went back to the bedroom to sleep, why come here again?"
"I'm afraid you will be scared alone." Rong Qian's tone was full of resentment.
An Hao gave him a white look: "Isn't it a horror movie, and it's not real. Seeing you are scared, the old man is really worthless."
"What is such an ordinary horror movie? This is clearly one of the top ten horror movies in the world that has been banned-broadcast abroad! You are so ignorant as an old man! No one will be appetite watching this kind of thing, let alone I'm still a patient now! Patient! Do you understand the patient!" Rong Qian straightened up while wearing a blindfold, refusing to see everything on the screen so he directly argued with her.
An Hao glanced at him, and suddenly stretched out his hand to take off his blindfold. Rong Qian instantly saw the scene of ghost-eating ghost-eating people on TV. He immediately paled again, grabbing the blindfold and putting it on again.
An Hao scolded: "It is the banned-broadcast horror film that can be called a real horror film, and it is exciting enough."
Rong Qian sat next to her speechlessly, and heard her continue to eat apples and potato chips with a good appetite until the whole horror movie was over. Taking advantage of the quiet space in the room, he suddenly took off his blindfold and opened it. The slightly swollen and somewhat distressed eyes strangled by the blindfold asked, "Good Gu An, are you going to have nowhere to go tonight?"
The sound of eating potato chips suddenly stopped. After a few seconds, I put the potato chips in my hand into my mouth and chewed slowly. After a while, I continued to keep the original. Fast eating.
The machine where Rong Qian’s house puts the CD-ROM is very intelligent. She doesn’t need to change the CD-ROM. After all four CD-ROMs have been put in, it will automatically play the second CD. So the TV screen only goes dark for a few minutes, and then it continues to play Two horror films.
However, the scene did not enter Rong Qian's eyes at this moment. He just squinted at Anhao's continuous eating of potato chips as if nothing happened.
Until Anhao's bag of potato chips was suddenly taken away, she suddenly looked at him inexplicably, "What are you doing?"
"Why on earth are you out tonight? You still smell like alcohol on your body. Even after taking a shower, you still have such a strong smell of alcohol. It seems that you have drunk a lot, and the degree is definitely not low. You just came here. At that time, his face was not so good, what happened?"
Anhao didn't speak, and only reached out to grab the potato chips, but Rong Qian didn't give it to her. She immediately glared at him: "If you don't eat it, give it to me! Since you are a patient, just roll back to the bedroom and sleep. Let me watch it here alone!"
"So you really have nowhere to go tonight?" Rong Qian raised his eyebrows.
Anhao simply picked up the fruit knife on the table and continued to peel another apple. While peeling, staring at the screen, she didn't put Rong Qian's words in her ears and eyes at all, until Rong Qian suddenly came over to grab the fruit knife in her hand. She suddenly held the knife and pointed at him like this: "Do you dare to ask if you believe it or not I will let you taste the taste of being cut by a fruit knife!"
Rong Qian laughed. He could see that this woman should have been really stimulated, and no longer provoke her, but said lightly: "Just now Zuo Hancheng called and I answered."
Anhao was about to continue to peel the apples for a while, and suddenly turned his eyes to look at him: "Did you take it?"
Rong Qian turned his head and pointed at the bag she threw beside the coffee table: "The phone has been vibrating, so I picked it up."
"Why are you answering my call?" Anhao directly threw the apple and fruit knife in his hand onto the table, pulled out a wet towel and wiped his hands while standing up displeased to pick up his bag and take it from the inside. After I got out of the phone, I found that there was no longer a call from Zuo Hancheng, but I saw the call that was picked up an hour and a half ago in the call log.
She immediately turned to look at Rong Qian with an ugly expression, but saw Rong Qian sitting on the sofa with a calm expression, raising her eyebrows and looking at her.
"Do you know that once you answer the phone, he will be able to find it soon!" Anhao couldn't wait to smash the phone directly on his head.
This bastard!