Seeing Wang Qing eating the meat in the earthen pot, Fang Yajing smelled the aroma of the meat and became a little greedy. She picked up a spoon and scooped a piece into her bowl.
However, as soon as the chopsticks touched the meat in the bowl, a strange sense of fear and crisis suddenly seized her mind, and alarm bells blared in her head.
can not eat!
Fang Yajing's hands trembled violently, and the chopsticks in her hands fell to the ground with a "pop" sound.
Hearing this movement, all eyes turned to her.
Fang Yajing was stared at by so many pairs of eyes. The color on her face faded, but she still tried to maintain her composure. She sat in her original position and spoke in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't hold the chopsticks steady."
After saying that, he bent down and slowly picked up the chopsticks that had fallen to the ground, taking as much time as possible.
Her talent reminds her not to eat the meat in the bowl.
But why can Wang Qing eat it?
Didn't Wang Qing notice that there was something wrong with the meat?
Fang Yajing couldn't understand, but she chose to believe in her talent.
She looked at the meat in the bowl but didn't take off her chopsticks.
"I remembered that I was still losing weight. Alas, I ate too much today. I'll just skip this piece of meat."
Tan Yushi, Xie Xiaoyu and Zhang Wenxiu didn't eat the meat in the earthen pot either.
Almost all the meat in the jar went into Wang Qing's stomach.
After entering the village for so long, several people finally had a full meal.
When the sky was dark, the third uncle sent Wang Qing and others back to their residence.
That night, it was very quiet outside and nothing happened.
Wang Qing slept until midnight, but felt an indescribable heat in his stomach, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of charcoal, which was burning violently in his body.
Wang Qing was suddenly awakened from her sleep by this discomfort.
She hummed uncomfortably and stretched out a hand to the bedside, trying to touch her mobile phone, but she couldn't reach it.
The monster squatting on the beam was startled by Wang Qing's voice.
The head with countless blood vessels torn off was like a tattered mop head at the moment, with several broken blood vessels hanging limply on it, fluttering around whenever it moved.
His head instinctively lowered following the sound, and then he quickly retracted without knowing what he was thinking of.
He gathered himself into a ball and nestled on the beam.
Wang Qing is still touching her phone.
For a long time, after hearing constant noises, the monster cautiously poked its head out a little.
Two soft blood vessels in the darkness slowly hung down from the beams, gently pushing the rectangular block placed on the bedside table forward.
The fingertips finally touched the familiar smooth and cold screen.
Wang Qing grabbed the phone and with his eyes closed, he was able to skillfully unlock the password lock with his fingerprints.
The cold white light reflected from the screen, irritating the eyelids.
Wang Qing finally opened his eyes with difficulty.
I looked at the time, it was two in the morning.
Wang Qing held her stomach uncomfortably, feeling hot and bloated.
The rabbit meat eaten seems to be able to multiply indefinitely in the stomach, growing more pieces of meat at a speed that exceeds the digestion rate of gastric acid, filling the stomach bag with swelling.
There is even an illusion that they will go down the stomach, squeeze into the esophagus, and then pour out of the throat.
Wang Qing finally couldn't bear it anymore and dialed the housekeeper's number regardless of whether it was midnight or not.
The call connection sound on the phone only rang twice and was quickly picked up.
"Ms. Wang, I called you late at night. What's the matter?"
On the other end of the phone, the butler's voice was as gentle, humble and polite as ever, and there was no trace of the anger or sleepiness of being woken from sleep.
Wang Qing didn't have time to feel guilty and said with a groan: "I'm full, can you give me some stomach-building and digestion tablets?"
Wang Qing was lying on the bed, spread out.
She felt that as long as she sat up, the contents of her stomach would rise up her throat and vomit out.
On the other end of the phone, the housekeeper remained suspiciously silent.
When he spoke again, his voice was slightly cautious: "What did you eat?"
Wang Qing frowned and recalled what he had eaten tonight.
"I just ate some ordinary farm food... Oh, and there was also a rabbit. I caught it myself and asked the villagers to cook it for me. Not to mention, it was delicious."
Recalling the taste of rabbit, Wang Qing couldn't help but lick his lips.
Just when I was about to ask the housekeeper if I could raise rabbits on the farm, my stomach started churning again.
"Hey, is it convenient for you to come here now? Is it difficult to open to traffic at this late hour? If you can come here, please bring me some stomach and digestive tablets."
There was no sound on the other end of the phone for a long time.
Just when Wang Qing was wondering if the housekeeper fell asleep while answering the phone, the housekeeper's voice finally came.
"Besides bloating, do you have any other discomfort?"
Wang Qing: "No, no, I just ate too much, had indigestion, and felt very full."
The housekeeper seemed more relieved and said in a gentle and gentle tone: "Then please wait a moment. The mountain road is difficult to travel at night, but since it is your need, I will get there as soon as possible..."
Before the housekeeper finished speaking, Wang Qing suddenly felt nauseated.
"vomit--"
Finally, he couldn't hold it back anymore, turned over, lay on the edge of the bed and vomited.
In the darkness, Wang Qing could only feel lumps of flesh, wrapped in greasy mucus, jumping out of his throat, like living creatures.
Wang Qing vomited some of it out, and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed in his stomach.
Although it was still hot and swollen, it felt more like a comfortable and satisfying feeling.
Wang Qing reached out and touched the bedside table.
In the darkness, with bright red blood vessels hanging from the beams, Wang Qing carefully pushed the tissue on the bedside table towards Wang Qing's hand.
Wang Qing took out a tissue, wiped his mouth, and lay back on the bed.
Ah, it's much more comfortable.
I guess I really ate too much.
Wang Qing raised the phone again.
"What did you just say? Oh yes...it's hard to walk at night. It's okay. You don't need to come. I'm fine."
It was quite unkind to call the housekeeper over from the farm in the middle of the night.
Wang Qing was no longer feeling so uncomfortable, and the guilt naturally surged up in his heart.
It's not easy to be a worker these days. You have to answer calls from your boss in the middle of the night to work overtime.
housekeeper:"……"
Wang Qing: "Don't worry, I'm fine. You don't need to come over."
Butler: "...that's good."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Qing turned off the phone, touched his warm belly, closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.
But the thing on the rafter couldn't help but lower its head, and the blood vessels on its head stretched towards the piece of meat on the ground.
After a slight sound of mucus being squeezed, the blood vessels rested on the ground contentedly.
The ground was as clean as if it had been licked back and forth countless times.
Finally, a blood vessel slowly lifted up.
He cautiously approached Wang Qing and rubbed against the quilt on the edge of the bed.
Makes an indistinct sound.
"m...m...mama..."
