Yin Zhichen covered the blanket for Quan Baolan, pointed to the living room and said, "Tonight, I won't leave, sleep on the sofa." You, it's really not worry-free, there's something called oppa, don't fall again. ”

Quan Baolan nodded with a red face, then shrunk his head under the blanket, leaving only a slit to secretly look at Yin Zhichen. Seeing Yin Zhichen turn off the lights and go out, he stretched out his head and patted his chest and exhaled a long breath.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Quan Baolan suddenly shrank under the blanket and secretly observed in the crack.

Yin Zhichen pushed open the door, walked to the bedside, put Quanbaolan's mobile phone on the bedside table, and gently patted her head hiding under the blanket and said, "The phone is here, something is called oppa." So saying, he went out.

Yin Zhichen turned off the light in the living room and lay on the sofa, with his eyes closed but couldn't sleep. I went back to Seoul for two days, but I slept at another girl's house for both days, and one had just known each other for less than a day, and the other had never even met in person.

took out his mobile phone, flipped through the phone address book at random, and when he turned to the name Park Ji-yeon, his thumb couldn't help but pause. I edited a text message, I thought it was inappropriate and deleted it, I rewrote it and deleted it, and in the end it didn't send it. I thought forget it, it's so late, the girl named Park Ji-yeon is probably already asleep.

Yin Zhichen reached into his pocket and pulled out the two post-it notes from his wallet. Leaning on the faint light of the mobile phone screen, staring at the post-it note in a daze, he didn't notice that the words on the post-it note in his hand were upside down.

At this moment, why is he the only one who can't sleep? In the bedroom across the wall, Quan Baolan also turned over and over, the first time he had a stranger when he was so big, and it was a big man who spent the night in his own home. Looking at the closed door, I struggled with the question, "What if he falls asleep and he breaks in, should I lock the door?" ~Forget it, just think of it as ~ temptation, yes, temptation. Quan Baolan himself was easily persuaded by himself, and he didn't think about how much he would pay if this so-called "temptation" failed.

It wasn't just the two of them who couldn't sleep, seven or eight kilometers away, a girl in her twenties was lying on the bed staring at her phone in a daze. The sheets were new and didn't fit the surrounding home, apparently not bought by the girl herself. If Yin Zhichen saw it, he would definitely know it, yes, this is the room he slept in last night. And the girl is the girl who left the post-it note - Park Ji-yeon.

Park Ji-yeon held her mobile phone in both hands, flipped through today's call records and text message boxes, and muttered: "That's right, it's all here, it's not at all." The hateful drunkard Agassi, who left without even a contact information. I left a phone number, it's been a day, and I haven't been contacted, ungrateful! After saying that, Park Ji-yeon threw the phone aside and turned over.

Park Ji-yeon lay on her side, staring at the brand-new sheets and band-aided hands. I don't know if it was a slow reaction or something, but after a long time, Park Ji-yeon suddenly sat up. "Oops, it's a loss!" Park Ji-yeon grabbed her hair into a chicken nest and pouted, "I didn't fall asleep in bed, my finger hurt, I haven't eaten the meal yet, I'm dying, I'm dying, I......'m dying."

Tonight is destined to be sleepless.

The messenger of a new day arrived, dispelled the night, and gently lifted the light brown silk veil that shrouded the earth from the east, and poured the sun on the faces of every sleeping one. Yin Zhichen slowly opened his eyes, although the morning sun was not too dazzling, he still stretched out his hand to cover his eyes when he just opened his eyes, he needed to get used to it slowly.

Yin Zhichen got up from the sofa, rubbed his tight cheeks, got up and walked to the bathroom, washed his face, straightened his hair, and went out.

Walking on the street, navigating with his mobile phone, Yin Zhichen found a nearby breakfast shop. After nearly 20 years of independent living, I have not developed the basic skill of cooking. Perhaps it is Han Guo's innate machismo, Yin Zhichen has always had a sense of resistance to cooking. I don't want to learn, so I naturally can't do it well, so that Yin Zhichen's cooking skills are still at the level of instant noodles.

In Hanguo, breakfast is not as varied as Huaguo, but it is similar to a Chinese dinner, nothing more than rice and kimchi. Yin Zhichen ordered two bowls of rice, some spicy cabbage, pickled radish, and two bowls of beef bone soup. After packing the bag, he walked to Quanbaolan's house with breakfast.

After putting breakfast on the coffee table in the living room, I knocked lightly on the bedroom door, but there was no movement in the bedroom. Pushed open the door and walked to the bed, wanting to wake up Quan Baolan, but when she saw her slightly trembling eyelashes, she knew that this girl was pretending to be asleep. So he sighed deliberately, raised his left hand to look at his watch, and said in an exaggerated tone: "I still said that I am not a pig, what time is it, and I sleep more soundly than a pig." ”

"Nasty, who do you say is a pig!" Quan Baolan opened his eyes abruptly and sat up suddenly. Seeing Yin Zhichen's forced smile, Quan Baolan didn't know that he had been fooled, and shouted without smiling: "Zhichen oppa!" ”

After listening to this oppa, Yin Zhichen felt furious in his heart, and hurriedly pulled over the topic: "Okay, okay, breakfast is bought, I'll help you go wash up." Everything was calm, but after a few steps, Yin Zhichen felt that something was wrong, and there was an extra crab hand on his waist.

Quan Baolan saw Yin Zhichen "gasp" and close the door of the bathroom, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Hmph, you are asked to bully me." He hummed proudly and washed up.

On the sofa, Quan Baolan was drinking beef bone soup while secretly looking at Yin Zhichen, who was sitting not far away.

Yin Zhichen ate breakfast quickly, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and said to Quan Baolan: "Baolan, you eat slowly, I'll make a call." ”

After speaking, he walked out of the door and dialed Sun Xinhao's phone with his mobile phone, and the phone was quickly connected.

“Boss。” Sun Xinhao's voice rang from the other end of the phone.

Yin Zhichen looked left and right and said, "Mouse, how is the investigation going?" ”

"The boss is like this, it's easy to check on the surface, but the problem is that things don't seem to be as simple as they seem. Judging from the existing clues, this matter is involved in the above, and the specific situation is not easy to talk about on the phone. ”

Yin Zhichen frowned and said, "I know, what about the other thing?" ”

"What's the matter?"

"The owner of the room that asked you to investigate is~" Yin Zhichen didn't know how to describe it.

"The future boss lady?"

"Ahem!" Yin Zhichen coughed heavily.

"Well, it's Miss Park." Sun Xinhao broke out in a cold sweat, "That, Boss, you have to be mentally prepared." Old~ uh, Miss Park is also in the combination of Park Injing's boss, so there is no need for additional investigation at all, the information in my hand is very detailed. It's just that the boss side ~~ The boss wants to open a point.,Actually, it's not bad.,It's troublesome to introduce each other to the province.。 ”

"Mouse, I haven't seen you for a day, I'm not too bold, dare to tease me." Listening to Sun Xinhao's heart-wrenching laughter on the other end of the phone, Yin Zhichen said, "Call XXX in a while, contact Manager Luo to bring me the car I ordered yesterday, I can't leave now if I have something to do." To put it mildly, Manager Luo is still good, and he gave me a lot of discounts. Okay, let's talk about other things. ”

"Boss, you still care about that money, really." Sun Xinhao grumbled on the other side of the phone.

Yin Zhichen Manchester United black line, his strange subordinates, it's really enough: "No more nonsense, I~" Before the words were finished, the phone had been hung up, Yin Zhichen sighed softly, should he be considered lucky or unlucky to meet this group of desperate brothers in this life?