For several days, Xie Lingjun stayed at Jiang Feiran's house after dark.

Even though Jiang Feiran was worried and carefully covered up all traces, rumors gradually began to spread in the community.

It's not that there is a big star in and out of a certain building, but a strange man goes in and out of Jiang Feiran's house, every time he comes in the middle of the night, and he wears a hat when he goes out.

“…… I saw her as a single woman, and I didn't see her go out to work, probably because her ex-husband's inheritance ran out and started a leather and meat business. ”

"I don't think Miss Jiang is like that, isn't she the one who writes books?"

"I can earn a lot of money by writing books, my old man has also published a poetry collection, and the manuscript fee is not enough to buy a pork leg, so everyone has bought a house. ”

"yes, I don't think it's reliable either. She said she wrote books, but she's been writing for four years, and when do you think she'll give us a few books to read? ”

"Yes, yes, I heard my daughter-in-law say that there is something like that now...... What kind of anchor, scratching his head in front of the camera, what kind of reward, and warning my son......"

Several middle-aged women chatted on the fitness equipment in the community after finishing their housework, and they spoke eloquently one by one, without controlling their volume at all. Jiang Feiran took the courier and came back, and naturally heard those words.

Her face was ugly, and her hand holding the delivery box clenched. Xie Lingjun goes in and out, once or twice, it's okay, but it is inevitable to be seen for a few days, especially if she is a single woman, it is even more noticeable.

Jiang Feiran really wanted to drop the express, where is this, she is talking nonsense if she doesn't understand, but how can she explain that there are men in and out of her house?

Thinking of this, the breath was like a popped balloon and deflated in an instant.

At the entrance of the building, Jiang Feiran met Cui Guanchao's mother, Wang Yazhi. has been a neighbor upstairs and downstairs for a few years, Wang Yazhi still has some understanding of Jiang Feiran's character, she is not good at saying those gossips directly, so she dodged and asked a few words, and reminded her to pay attention to her private life.

Jiang Feiran was even more depressed, the rumors spread completely, and she became a "celebrity" in the community. She caught a glimpse of the doorbell at the door, and as soon as she got on fire, she found a screwdriver and removed the doorbell.

……

Late at night, Xie Lingjun came over as usual.

Parking spaces in the community are tight, and Xie Lingjun needs to park his car several buildings away. But it didn't affect him anything, and no one noticed him in the dark anyway.

When he arrived at Building 366, he saw two men outside the corridor poking their heads through the iron fence. Xie Lingjun frowned and slowed down, and listened to one of them: "Did you say that little widow was looking for a man tonight?"

Another man was holding the fence, his head was eager to be stuffed in, and his low laughter was obscene: "It's okay for someone, the queue is not over, anyway, it's all for people to sleep on, I just don't know how much to charge for a night......"

Xie Lingjun was still thinking about the word "little widow", when he heard that indecent and shameless sentence, his face suddenly turned dark, and the fingers hanging by his side clenched unconsciously.

He paced over, and the sound of clattering footsteps was especially loud in the silence of the night, and when the two men heard the footsteps, they turned their heads to see a man dressed in black and wearing a hat and mask.

The two of them were only working boys who came home late at night, but they restrained themselves a little and waited for the man to walk over.

But unexpectedly, the man stood still in front of them, looked at them with a pair of cold eyes, and said, "What are you doing?"