He came with great glory

Chapter 180 Intimidation
Fu Ying sat on the cabinet at the door, leaning against the wall, and was kissed by the man until she gasped for a long time before recovering.

"Let's go." The corner of his mouth slipped to her ear, his voice was low and hoarse, and his desire was ready to come out.

Fu Ying grabbed the clothes that were unbuttoned at the neckline, blushed, and nodded slightly: "Well, be careful on the road."

"Call me if you have anything to do, anytime at night."

"Yeah." Her eyes were flushed, because of embarrassment.

Shen Liguang repeated what he said downstairs before leaving.

She rubbed her hot cheeks, tidied her clothes, got down from the shoe cabinet, locked the door, and went to check the windows, closing them tightly one by one.

Finally, she closed the curtains and went into the bathroom with her pajamas.

As soon as the warm water drenched his body, there was a knock on the door.

The sound was loud, like something heavy was hitting hard.

Fu Ying's nerves tensed immediately, she quickly washed off the bubbles on her body, put on her pajamas and walked out of the bathroom.

She stepped on her slippers and carefully went to the cat's eye to look, but there was no one at the door.

Fu Ying was about to look back, when a dead mouse suddenly fell out of the cat's eye, hanging on the door, right on the cat's eye.

Fu Ying was so frightened that she lost her voice and backed away again and again, her face was pale, and a thin layer of sweat suddenly appeared on her forehead.

The lights in the room also suddenly went out, and there was darkness in front of my eyes, and I couldn't see anything.

Then the loud knocking on the door started again.

It's like the reminder in a horror movie.

Fu Ying was so frightened that she trembled, her body froze on the spot, becoming more and more stiff, her steps seemed to be weighed by a thousand pieces of gold, and she couldn't take a step forward.

There was only a knock on the door, and the other party seemed to be deliberately knocking on the door hard for a while, and stopped abruptly for a while.

Fu Ying didn't dare to ask who was at the door, so she could only keep silent, pretending that there was no one in the house.

She turned her head to look at the dark living room, and suddenly felt creepy and scared from the bottom of her bones.

The knocking on the door stopped suddenly, and it was strange to be quiet.

Fu Ying took a deep breath, groped her way to the sofa, and looked for her cell phone.

Finally, I found the sofa in the dark. I searched all over the coffee table and in the crevices of the sofa, but I couldn't find the phone.

Fu Ying thought about it for a while, and remembered that when she entered the door, she left it on the cabinet at the door.

Fu Ying was about to approach the door when there was another knock on the door.

Suddenly a series of strange events reminded Fu Ying of the fat girl.

The door was slapped loudly, causing noise to the neighbors next door. Fu Ying heard someone yelling outside, saying that the person should leave, and the knocking on the door stopped abruptly.

Fu Ying walked to the door and successfully got the phone. It was charged to [-]% before, but now it is only [-]% left. Just as Fu Ying called Shen Liguang, someone actually spoke outside the door.

At that time, Shen Liguang was boiling Chinese medicine for Li Ruolan at home, when he heard the phone ringing, he picked it up, and saw that it was Fu Ying who swiped the connection button.

There was no sound on the phone, and then the line was disconnected.

Shen Liguang stared at the phone, and dialed back again, prompting that it was turned off.

Shen Liguang reached out to turn off the fire, got up and picked up his coat to go out.

Li Ruolan watched him go out in a hurry, and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"I don't know, go out and have a look."

The car was driving very fast, while waiting for the traffic light, Shen Liguang felt irritable, and stuffed a cigarette into his mouth.

He rushed to the apartment without taking two puffs of a cigarette.

It was quiet all around, only the sound of his footsteps.

Small high-rise, no elevator, Shen Liguang went into the corridor and glanced behind him, no one was there.

He went upstairs and walked to the door. The dead mouse had just died and was still dripping with blood. With the wind blowing in, it was hanging dangling on the door.

Shen Liguang frowned, put the cigarette between his fingers into his mouth, stretched out his hand and broke the thread, and looked back at the corridor again.

Under the too white light, the hallway was silent, the window at the end of the hallway was open, and a gust of drafts blew through, so the mischief seemed to be really haunted.

Shen Liguang withdrew his gaze and took out the key from his pocket to open the door. The room was pitch black, with only the light from the corridor shining in.

The whole living room was like an endless darkness, the room seemed so quiet that no one was there, and Shen Liguang reached out to press the switch, but there was no response.

He turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone to illuminate the living room, but there was no one in it.

While calling Fu Ying, he pushed open the bedroom door.

The girl in the quilt curled up into a ball, and when Shen Liguang called her, she carefully emerged from the quilt.

Shen Liguang walked over quickly and sat on the bed.

"Why are you so scared?"

Fu Ying swallowed, her face was still pale, she kept pushing into his arms.

Shen Liguang stretched out his arms to embrace her, let Fu Ying sit on his lap, and looked down at her face with the light of the phone.

"It's just a prank."

Fu Ying nodded, her voice hoarse: "I know, I also know who did it."

"I'll take care of it." Shen Liguang's eyes darkened, he took a drag on his cigarette, and pressed the remaining half of the cigarette on the table.

"Can you handle it? The legs are on her body, and she will come whenever she wants." Fu Ying felt aggrieved just thinking about it, and her eyes turned red as she spoke, and finally he was awkward in her arms.

In the end, he leaned on the man's shoulder and uttered a dirty word in a crying voice: "What the hell just now... It scared me to death..."

Sometimes swear words are not used to curse people, but to express emotions.

Fu Ying only found out now.

"Your swearing sounds like a baby." Shen Liguang couldn't help laughing, turned his head and kissed her on the cheek, "Have you recovered yet?"

Fu Ying sniffed and rubbed against his coat in revenge.

"I want to go home."

"it is good."

She didn't even have time to change her clothes, so she wrapped her nightgown with a down jacket. She was so frightened that she hurried back, with slippers on her feet, her two white ankles exposed to the air.

Shen Liguang led her, and in the other hand he held the rope that hung the mouse.

"Really a dead mouse?"

"En." Shen Liguang responded, went to look at the switch, and was pushed down.

Seeing his frown, Fu Ying was frightened: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing? It's just that the switch was pushed down." Shen Liguang clenched her hand a little bit, his eyes darkened in the dark, "Don't come to the apartment for the next two days."

Fu Ying nodded, still afraid, she couldn't help but cast a glance behind her.

The orange chandelier in the corridor of the building behind was swayed by the wind, making a "squeak, squeak" sound, and the place was dim and bright, really like a scene in a ghost movie.

Fu Ying leaned closer to Shen Liguang, her fingers tightly clutching the man next to her, her small movements almost melted Shen Liguang to pieces.

"Are you afraid of death just now?"

He took her hand and put it to his mouth, let out a breath, and rubbed it gently.

The little girl's hands were cold, so he grabbed them and covered them.

The little girl mumbled, "No."

Shen Liguang raised his eyebrows, with a slight smile in his tone: "I don't believe it, who was crying just now?"

In the cold night, the champagne color of the street lamps sprinkled the avenue, the girl stubbornly turned her head away and ignored him.

(End of this chapter)