The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 489 Hush, now is the moment of death (35)

When she opened the door, she stopped and looked around, feeling a little strange.

Didn't the little brother of the Meituan rider tell her that the takeaway is at the door?Why didn't she see it?

Aunt Jiang frowned, and while opening the door feeling puzzled, she wondered if she should call and ask after going in later.

A barbecue meal costs 50 yuan, which is not cheap.

After all, the ancestors are really poor now.

Opening the door and walking in from the entrance, Concubine Jiang lowered her head to change her shoes, but her eyes suddenly froze.

——Beside her feet, there was a pair of men's shoes neatly placed.

Aunt Jiang narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips and said nothing, and continued to take off her shoes and put on slippers.

Walking in, the living room was pitch black, only the curtains were drawn, and a ray of moonlight came in from the window.

Aunt Jiang raised her hand, touched the switch on the wall, and turned on the light.

In an instant, the whole living room was lit up.

Aunt Jiang saw the takeaway bag on the coffee table in the living room. It was tightly tied and the list was pasted outside. It seemed that no one had touched it.

Aunt Jiang walked over.

Seeing the scene in front of her, the girl raised her eyebrows with great interest. After she walked over, she sat leisurely on the sofa beside her, crossing her legs carelessly.

The girl lazily propped her arms and cheeks, and looked at the young man in front of her leisurely.

In front of her eyes, a 1.9-meter-long young man is curled up on her light beige sofa at the moment.

Her sofa is not very small, it can seat four or five people normally, but it is too small for a tall young man.

The whole person curled up tightly together, as if they were extremely wronged.

But despite being in such an uncomfortable environment, the young man hugged his knees tightly, but still relaxed and fell asleep lightly on her pillow.

She didn't even notice when she came home.

This is not like the vigilance that a person who has been tortured by perverted murderers for many years should have.

Aunt Jiang looked at him, and couldn't help muttering in her heart, he must have slept too comfortably.

Aunt Jiang put the phone aside, leaned over and squatted aside, slowly looking at the young man's face in light sleep.

The young man's sleeping posture is wronged and defenseless. When you look closely, you can see the blue and dark circles under the young man's eyes. They are very light and light, but they also give people a sense of haggard and fragile.

He rested his head on the pillow that he often hugged these days, his black and soft short hair looked a little fluffy, and the broken hair brushed his cheeks and brows.

Exquisite and beautiful browbones are connected to a high nose bridge. At this moment, those beautifully shaped eyes are tightly closed, and the long eyelashes are dark and thick, falling on the eyelids, almost blending with the slightly blue eye circles.

The crimson lips seemed very soft, as if they were easy to kiss.

This kind of him is different from the indifferent, playful and bloodthirsty him seen at the street corner, and also different from the abstinent and fair him in the interrogation room, and even more different from the sloppy and calm him in the taxi.

At this moment, he was defenseless, and in terms of beauty alone, he felt extremely well-behaved and heart-wrenching.

I have to say that Fragment's beauty every time makes Aunt Jiang's heart flutter.

If it weren't for her original intention to play with the fragments that tortured Chuyu in various small planes, to vent the anger that has been suppressed in her heart for tens of thousands of years, she would really be willing to have some fun with the fragments of Chuyu things.

(End of this chapter)