The cell phone rang again.
[**: Am I good-looking?]
Fu Anan watched him repeat this sentence over and over again, and then replied to him, "Life is not only about what is under your feet, but also about poetry and the distance."
Fu Yizhi frowned as he looked at the new content, "Let's move out today."
The two of them had two rental houses in total. If one was abandoned, they still had the other one.
It’s not far from here, and the advantage is that it can block this place, so at least out of sight, out of mind.
Space makes moving more convenient.
The two of them went up and put all the necessary supplies into the space, including the cake that was placed in the guard room, and left without hesitation.
Before leaving, Fu Anan locked the door and paused at the neighbor's door—the takeaway box that had been there for several days was gone.
"An An."
Fu Yizhi's shout came from below.
We're leaving anyway, so why bother whether he's still here or not.
“Here it comes!”
She answered and ran downstairs quickly.
There are only two buildings between here and Fu Yizhi's rental house.
It only took them five minutes to walk there. His rental house was on the third floor, and its structure, design, and age were similar to Fu Anan's house.
The only thing worse than the previous house was the mosquitoes inside.
When she went to bed at night, the mosquitoes would buzz around her ears. Perhaps they hadn't eaten a meal for a long time, so they were waiting for Fu An'an's hot meal. When she woke up the next day, her head was covered with mosquitoes.
She yawned and kept scratching her arms and arms, "Brother Fu, there are so many mosquitoes here."
What’s even more annoying is that there are so many mosquitoes, all biting me.
She sat on the bed and let Fu Yizhi apply anti-swelling medicine on her.
Fu Yizhi couldn't help rubbing that white, tender and chubby face, and then he leaned over and gave her a long kiss on the bed.
The kiss is over!
Fu Anan jumped up, washed, ate breakfast, and finally prepared to go downstairs to buy a box of mosquito coils.
Fu Anan came back from downstairs quickly, ordered two plates of mosquito coils in one go, and crossed out the time on the calendar.
This is the fifth day of the game.
She checked the time. It was nine o'clock in the morning.
As soon as I turned on my phone, I received a news push about someone who jumped to his death yesterday.
Come here early in the morning.
Fu Anan rubbed his forehead.
[**:Are you there?]
The familiar text box was jumping, with a gloomy man's head on it.
The "**" messages appeared one after another. The first and second times were terrifying, but the third and fourth times Fu Anan was numb and calm.
What is Happy Planet
[**: Where is your mother?]
Perhaps because the ghost hadn’t killed anyone in several attempts, it didn’t feel very proud, so it disappeared after cursing.
Fu Anan stared at these words for several minutes, editing and deleting the message, deleting and editing it again, but ultimately she still did not send the words "Son, you don't understand your mother's happiness."
It's not worth it if you speak too quickly and make that thing angry and run away.
"What are you doing?"
Fu Yizhi came out of the shower and saw Fu Anan standing in a daze in front of the window.
"It's okay. The asterisk nickname just sent harassing text messages again."
Fu Anan showed him the chat history and touched his wet hair. "Brother Fu, please blow dry your hair, or you will catch a cold."
Fu Yizhi took the phone and sat down in front of her, "Help me blow it."
(End of this chapter)