My Mr. Gu is Courting Death Again

She couldn't open her eyes, so she subconsciously touched her phone. It seemed like she answered it, but it seemed like she didn't answer it, it seemed like she had spoken, but it seemed like she didn't. After that, everything calmed down, and she fell into darkness again.

I don't know how long I slept for, but when Xu Laiwei woke up again, it was already dawn outside.

Wisps of sunlight poured into the room, bringing some warmth. Xu Weiwei stared at the ceiling with dull eyes for a while before his consciousness gradually returned.

Then she discovered that there was a towel covering her forehead.

Xu Weilai took it off and stared at the towel with a blank look... She lived alone. Before she fell asleep, she didn't put the towel on her forehead. How did this come about?

Could it be that she was in a daze and ran to get it herself, but she has no memory?

But this possibility is not very high. After all, she has fallen ill. If she doesn't have enough consciousness to support herself when she gets up, she will collapse after taking a few steps. How can she be able to hold on and walk to the bathroom and back again? Woolen cloth.

If she didn't do it herself, someone came into the house?

Her first reaction was the old lady of the landlady. Maybe the old lady came to see her, saw that she was sick, and took care of her by the way?

Wait...that's not right!

Since she came back, the old lady landlord returned the key to the apartment to her. The old lady didn't have the key, so it was impossible for her to come in by herself!

Not an old lady, but a thief?

But what kind of thief would come in and take care of her?

Countless ideas emerged in Xu Weilai's mind, and they were rejected by her one by one. She couldn't think of them for the time being, so she had to suppress them first.

Fortunately, after such a long sleep, she regained some energy. She touched her forehead and found that her fever seemed to have subsided, but her body was still a little sore and weak.

Xu Weiwei lifted up the quilt, got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, washed his face with warm water, brushed his teeth, wiped his body briefly, and walked out of the room slowly.

There was no one in the hall or the kitchen, and there were no signs of anything being moved or rummaged through, so it could be ruled out that a thief had entered the house.

Xu Weilai walked into the kitchen, ready to pour himself a glass of water, when his eyes suddenly focused on the stove.

There... there was actually a small pot with cooked porridge in it!

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly stepped forward, opened the lid and took a look to make sure she saw it correctly. There was indeed white porridge inside...

Therefore, someone must have come into her house. They not only put a cold towel on her head to help her get rid of the fever, but also helped her cook white porridge so that she could eat it when she woke up.

Who is it?

When she is here, except for the old lady who is familiar with her and walks around, she is basically alone!

She touched the outer edge of the small pot. It was still warm. Does that mean that the person had not been gone for long? Or did you just leave?

Xu Weiwei subconsciously rushed to the door, opened it, and looked out. However, the corridor outside was empty. She closed the door again, ran to the balcony, leaned on the railing, and looked downstairs.

No clues were found.

Xu Weiwei thought for a while, turned around and walked back to the room. She sat on the bed and thought for a while, then picked up her phone and started making calls.

She first called the landlord's old lady and asked her if she had been here. The old lady denied it and the biggest suspect was eliminated. Xu Weilai frowned and then made a second call.

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