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In the end, the little boy survived and left with his father. The boy's mother, on the other hand, was trapped in that room forever, being the mother of the female ghost.
It was a very simple plot, but coupled with those terrifying special effects, the audience screamed in fear.
The girls did not even eat the popcorn. One by one, they snuggled in their boyfriends' arms, covering their eyes with their hands, only revealing a slit to watch the movie.
Zhong Nuannuan, who was attracted by the content of the movie, completely ignored the screams of the women in the audience. After all, when she was upset in the past, she often went to the cinema alone to watch horror movies. This movie was a rare work of conscience in horror movies.
Therefore, Zhong Nuannuan was very happy watching it, and she munched on the popcorn.
Chi Yang, who was at the side, did not know what was going on in the movie. He only knew that the other girls were in their boyfriends' arms the whole time, while his Nuannuan was insensitive and kept eating popcorn.
The movie was over, and the popcorn was finished. The only thing that Chi Yang benefited from was that the two of them shared a straw to drink water.
Therefore, a certain director-general silently decided that in the future, he would lie in bed and play when he had time, and not do such a waste of time.
He felt that rolling in the sheets at home, enjoying Nuannuan undressing him, massaging him, and performing acupuncture was the most comfortable.
It was almost 11 o 'clock when he got home.
Previously, Chi Yang would struggle and say that he wanted to sleep on the sofa, but he had already tasted the sweetness twice. If he were to say such words again, he would not be able to open his mouth no matter what.
Therefore, after taking a shower, he consciously lay down next to Zhong Nuannuan.
Zhong Nuannuan had already prepared the acupuncture tools.
"Big Brother Chi Yang, the silver needles I wanted have been made. Today, I'll use specially made silver needles to perform acupuncture on you. The effect is much better than ordinary needles. "
The corners of Chi Yang's lips raised slightly. "Okay."
As long as his wife was helping him, anything was fine.
His wife's massage skills were still so good. Chi Yang closed his eyes comfortably, and the words that had been lingering in his heart for a long time could not come out.
After the massage and acupuncture, Zhong Nuannuan was already exhausted. Seeing that Chi Yang was still awake, she put the things away, dizzily crawled into his arms, and found a comfortable position to lie down.
"Big Brother Chi Yang, is something bothering you?"
Although her head was dizzy and she wanted to sleep, Zhong Nuannuan could not help but worry about Chi Yang.
Chi Yang looked at the obedient girl nestled in his arms, and the light in his eyes softened.
"Nuan Nuan, I have to go on a mission tomorrow. If it's fast, it might take a week. If it's slow, it might take more than half a month."
Zhong Nuannuan, who was about to fall asleep, instantly jolted when she heard this.
He looked up at Chi Yang with a look of reluctance.
"Will it take that long?"
She really wanted to ask him what mission he was going to carry out. If she could help him, he should be able to complete the mission quickly, right?
But she knew she couldn't ask.
The military base had strict rules. As a high-ranking officer in the military base, it was even more impossible for him to make a mistake on these matters.
Seeing the reluctance on his wife's face, Chi Yang finally understood what it meant by the saying, "The night of spring is bitter and the sun rises high. From now on, the king will not attend morning court."
Faced with his wife's reluctance to part, he felt a little reluctant to carry out the mission.
Chi Yang reached out and stroked his wife's soft hair, then nodded and promised, "But don't worry, I'll finish the mission as soon as possible and come back to accompany you."
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