Chapter 500 The Terrible Husband

Unfamiliar expression, strange tone, Huang Ling's husband seemed to be sleepwalking, he stood on the bed, tiptoe, as if something grabbed his neck, looked down at Huang Ling.

Her eyelids were rolled up and her eyes were bulging. In the darkened bedroom, her husband, who had lived with Huang Ling for several years, stared at her like this.

"The soup I made for you is in the kitchen, drink it while it's hot."

The room they rented was not big and the bedroom was cramped. Huang Ling leaned against the wall with her back against the wall, clutching her phone with all her fingers.

She had a very bad premonition in her heart that once she made a call, her husband would most likely kill her.

"I-I'm not too hungry." Huang Ling moved towards the door. She grabbed the bedroom door handle, but before she could open the door, her husband jumped over from the bed.

Jia Ming's body was very stiff, and all the joints could not be bent normally, giving the impression that he was a puppet being carried by a silk thread.

A pale hand grabbed Huang Ling's arm, and a burst of coldness came. For the first time, Huang Ling found that her husband's palm could not feel any warmth.

She was so nervous that she couldn't speak, her body trembled slightly, and her pupils were beating uneasily.

The husband's face came closer, his eyelids rolled up, and most of the eyeballs were occupied by the whites of his eyes: "I'm done, you drink a little."

"Okay, I'll drink..." Huang Ling didn't dare to resist, she was worried that she would die in this narrow and dark room.

The bedroom door was opened by her husband, and the familiar and unfamiliar man stood on tiptoe and walked into the kitchen holding Huang Ling's hand in a very strange manner.

The doors and windows were closed, and the house seemed completely cut off from the outside world.

Huang Ling did not dare to resist and was dragged into the kitchen by her husband.

As soon as she entered, she saw an iron pot for making soup on the gas stove.

"I boiled it for a long time before I simmered it. Come and taste it."

Jia Ming stood on tiptoe, raised his hands stiffly, took the iron pan off the gas stove, and put it on the dining table.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, the room seemed to become even more gloomy.

He found two pairs of bowls and chopsticks and put them on the side of the pot, then looked straight at Huang Ling: "Come and try it, it's delicious.

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"En." Huang Ling nodded lightly. She glanced into the iron pot. Inside was a shredded rag doll. Various fragments floated on the clear soup in the pot. The most conspicuous one was a plastic human face.

The face of the doll was partially boiled, but Huang Ling recognized it at a glance. This doll was the first doll Jia Ming bought for herself.

It was very cheap. At that time, the two had just arrived in Jiujiang and were not married yet. They were young and innocent, and they were full of hope for the future.

Looking at the shredded doll in the pot, Huang Ling felt that the precious memory in her heart was being ripped apart.

"How can you use it to make soup?" Huang Ling didn't hold back, but said it anyway.

Jia Ming didn't answer Huang Ling's question. He picked up the spoon in the pot and filled Huang Ling with a full bowl: "Try it."

"This is the memory between the two of us!" Huang Ling stood beside her, feeling that the strength in her body was being drawn out a little bit.

"Memory?" Jia Ming looked at the doll in the pot, and in a very puzzled tone, gave a more frightening answer: "Isn't this our two children? What does it have to do with memory?"

He swallowed his saliva and let out an unpleasant laugh in his throat: "A lot of children, they will come back after they are thrown away, so just eat them all in the stomach."

A normal person would never be able to say such a thing, Jia Ming stood on tiptoe and leaned his head on his shoulders: "Quick, eat it all, eat it all!"

Huang Ling held a spoon in her hand. She looked at the floating debris in the bowl and the baby's face, feeling a little nauseous.

Touching the phone screen with her finger, she wanted to call Chen Ge, but after thinking about it, what's the use of calling? It is impossible for Chen Ge to rush over immediately, and by the time he arrives, he may have already encountered an accident.

"Why don't you eat it? Isn't it delicious? Don't you like the taste? Listen! There are children crying in here? What a wonderful sound." Jia Ming picked up the spoon in the pot and drank it Dakou, it was only clear soup, but he seemed to have tasted the best delicacy, showing a very enjoyable expression: "I hate children, especially those bad children who ran out of the red house, they stole the things in the door, I really want to eat them."

After drinking, Jia Ming's rolling eyes slowly returned to normal. He looked at Huang Ling: "Drink! Do you want me to feed you?"

She clenched the spoon tightly, but Huang Ling couldn't say anything. Her tangled appearance fell into Jia Ming's eyes.

"Don't know how to take it? I'll help you." Jia Ming picked up the fruit knife on the table: "Let me cut it open for you, it's alright, you can drink the whole pot soon, and later I'll also make you a tastier soup with fresher ingredients."

Jia Ming tiptoed towards Huang Ling, his tone was very scary.

Huang Ling couldn't control it any longer. She threw away the spoon in her hand and pressed the one-button dial directly. Coincidentally, when she pressed the one-button dial, the phone page changed, and someone called at this time. on the phone.

Her one-touch dial call didn't get through, and her finger was on the answer button.

"Are you the one who took my car tonight? You made my car like this, and you thought you could solve it by throwing two hundred dollars? If you don't give an explanation tonight, then I will..."

"Help! Help! Call the police! I live on the fourth floor! My husband is crazy!"

Hearing the voice on the other side of the phone, Huang Ling completely lost control. She shouted with the phone and rushed to the door of the living room.

Like a drowning person grabbing the last straw, Huang Ling burst out with unprecedented potential, and she was very fast.

The door of the living room is divided into two floors. The inner door was easily opened by her, but the outer security door was locked by someone. To open it, you must find the key.

"Help! Help!"

Huang Ling's voice echoed in the corridor, the cold wind poured into her sleeves, and she shook the door lock desperately.

"I warn you, don't scare me." The young driver's voice was trembling in the phone. He had been in a coma for most of the night, and just woke up and saw someone left a note next to the phone, so he called and wanted to know more about tonight. What happened, by the way, ask for some compensation.

Huang Ling was still shouting, she desperately slammed into the security door, and the sharp voice could be heard clearly throughout the building.

"Have a drink." The husband quietly moved behind Huang Ling.

"Help!" Huang Ling shouted hoarsely, her back slammed against the security door, and her mobile phone pointed at Jia Ming, the scene in front of her made her even more collapsed!

Jia Ming's head was slanted and slumped on his shoulders, his eyelids were rolled up, and his eyes were bulging. In fact, he was not standing on tiptoes at all, but the shadow behind him was pinching his neck and was carrying him around.

"Have a drink."

"Help! Don't come here!"

Huang Ling's voice could be heard far away in the corridor. After a few seconds, the door opposite Huang Ling's house was suddenly opened, and an old lady glanced outside.

At this time, Jia Ming had poured the soup from the bowl into Huang Ling's mouth, and his eyes became dull as he watched Huang Ling's body fall softly.

The old man opposite the door seemed to be taken aback by this scene. She opened the security door and walked to Huang Ling's house, asking with a hint of sympathy, "Xiao Jia, Huang Ling, is she ill again?"

Jia Ming lifted Huang Ling up, his lowered head slowly lifted, his expression completely returned to normal, but his expression was a little stiff: "Hey, I have nightmares at night, and I refuse to take medicine."

"It's really embarrassing for you, guarding a patient." The old lady shook her head gently: "You'd better take her to a regular hospital for a look. This month, she has been sick three times, and if it goes on like this, what will happen? thing."

"Well, definitely." Jia Ming hung up Huang Ling's cell phone and closed the security door.