At the entrance of a certain community, there is a black Bentley Mulsanne parked on the side of the road, and there is a man with dark eyes sitting in the back seat of the car. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You don't have to send it here in the future, you can call my phone if you have something." His thin lips were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth did not have much expression.

"Yes, sir!" The driver in front of him answered cautiously, but he actually wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and was meticulously dressed, and he was obviously not an ordinary person.

"Also, the old gentleman wants me to remind you that there are not many months left in the year."

"I know what I know." After that, the man opened the door and got out of the car, and he was actually wearing ordinary white-collar clothes.

……

"Coming back?"

"Hmm!"

Yan Yan heard the sound of the door opening and glanced at the door, sure enough, Gu Dongyang was back, but her eyes did not linger long, and she still lowered her head and played with the iPad in her hand.

"What are you doing?" THE AWKWARD IPAD WAS PULLED AWAY FROM BEHIND BY GU DONGYANG, AND SHE HADN'T FINISHED WATCHING THE FUNNY VIDEO JUST NOW, SO SHE WAS OBVIOUSLY A LITTLE UNHAPPY.

"Put it here and look at it, don't keep your head down, it's not good for the cervical spine!" GU DONGYANG PUT THE IPAD ON THE COFFEE TABLE IN FRONT OF THE SOFA, BUT IT WAS NOT HIGH ENOUGH, SO HE TOOK A FEW MAGAZINES NEXT TO HIM AND PUT THEM UNDERNEATH.

"Head on here!" He took a cushion and stuffed it behind Miss Lin's back, and leaned her back again.

"Why did you go today?" Yan Yan adjusted her posture and asked.

"In the company, there is a new APP to be listed." Gu Dongyang pursed his lips and smiled, and also bent down to sit down next to Yan Yan.

"What APP, mobile game?" She turned her face sideways.

"No, it's slimming." Gu Dongyang's smile today was too tender.

"Oh!"

"You don't seem to have jumped rope in a few days!" Yan Yan asked again.

"It's not my fault, the eldest sister who moved in next door two days ago knocked on the door and complained." Gu Dongyang got up and spread his hands.

"What's the complaint?"

"She asked us to be a little bit more gentle, and told the young people not to push too hard, and to think about the feelings of the neighbors." Gu Dongyang painted sound and color.

"What are we doing? This man is really tasteful! Yan Yan thought about it for a long time, but she didn't think of any movement that could make a strange sound.

"I don't know!" Gu Dongyang shrugged.

"Is it the ——? skipping rope?" A flash of inspiration.

"I said it, she didn't believe it." Gu Dongyang didn't look like he was lying.

"This person is really strange—" Miss Lin muttered to herself.

"How old is she?" She asked again.

"I don't know, it's probably in my early thirties, you know, it's hard for women these days to tell their real age."

"Regardless of her, her husband is definitely not at home often, she is empty and lonely at night, and she thinks about strange things all day long." Yan Yan thinks her speculation is very reasonable.

"Oh, that's it, it turns out that a woman is really thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger, and fifty can sit on the ground and absorb soil!" Gu Dongyang suddenly realized, but Yan Yan was speechless by his unique perception, and always felt that something was wrong.

"Lin Yanyan, you haven't been thirty for a few years, do you have any special requirements now?" He deliberately leaned over again.

"I'm in a good mood today, I can be satisfied!" Someone is clearly shameless.

"Gu Dongyang, where did you learn all these hooligan words?" The Queen was a little curious.

"Self-taught!" He replied briskly.

So, someone got another blunt.

"You mother-in-law is so ruthless!" A certain Gu pressed his forehead, his face painful.

"This is the price of hooliganism!" Yan Yan glanced at it fiercely.

……

It's another early morning at work, Fu Xiaomin is still stepping on stiletto heels, her sound of stepping on the floor today is a little lighter than usual, and she knows that she is in a pretty good mood when she hears it.

"Yan Yan—" Fu Xiaomin's voice called Miss Lin reminded someone of her grandmother's female cat in heat.

"What are you doing?" Yan Yan moved her body back, afraid of getting into a commotion.

"What are you hiding—" Fu Xiaomin pulled her back.

"Where did you go last night, this sky-pounding commotion!" Yan Yan deliberately fanned in front of her nose.

"Guess?" Her eyes were silky, and she had clearly just been moisturized.

"The 28-year-old single dog, right?" I can think of it with my toes.

"How do you know?" Fu Xiaomin's voice was instantly high, and the corners of his mouth still hid spring.

"Otherwise, it's the old king next door to your house?" I couldn't cry or laugh.

"I hate it-" Fu Xiaomin didn't know if he used too much force last night, and he looked very weak when he pushed and shoved.

"How many days are you going to use this?" Yan Yan asked again.

"Look at him!" Fu Xiaominyan whispered, and her words were very lingering.

"Can you remove the 'la' from the back?" Yan Yan's character really can't stand her acquired voice.

"Naughty!" Fu Xiaomin's waving gesture made people think that she had a silk handkerchief in her hand, which was necessary for the girls of the Qinglou.

"Look at your little appearance, you seem to be very satisfied with that central air conditioner, beauty!" Yan Yan also began to cooperate with the ridicule.

"It's okay, it's very handsome!" Miss Fu half-raised her hand lingered back and forth near her chin.

"And—good job!" She leaned into her ear again.

"You-" is the end like this again, Yan Yan is tired and doesn't love.

……

After getting off work, Gu Dongyang went to buy lottery tickets again, and Yan Yan took headphones downstairs while listening to songs and waiting for the elevator.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Yan Yan was just about to close the elevator door and another person came, and she pressed the elevator.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Squeezed in a black vertical striped suit, about thirty-five years old, the smell of perfume was very strong, Yan Yan didn't like the smell, and consciously moved a little to the side.

"Eh, beauty, are you the one who lives in 610?" The woman patted her arm.

"Oh yes!" Yan Yan took off the headphones.

"I live next door to you, 611." She said.

"Well, hello!" Yan Yan is not a cold person.

"What about your boyfriend, why didn't you see it today?" She shook a few people in the elevator.

"He's going to have something to do, wait until he gets back!"

"Oh, that's it!"

"Your boyfriend is so handsome!" Her eyebrows fluttered again, and she felt very uncomfortable, firstly, this perfume was pungent, and secondly, they were really unfamiliar.

"He's in such good health, you're so happy!" She squeezed her eyebrows again, and she didn't know what to do, and she didn't know why this middle-aged woman's aesthetics were different from those of young people.

"Huh!" Yan Yan smiled awkwardly, her brows furrowed.

"It's your voice—don't be too loud!" The woman also covered her mouth and chuckled, and the passers-by on the side changed color when they heard the words, and they all paid attention to Yan Yan, who wanted to make a hole and fell to her death at this time.

"Sister, does your husband travel all year round?" She asked again, her teeth creaking.

"Huh—how do you know?" The woman was amazed.

"Why else would you think of something weird?" Yan Yan also seems to be smiling.

"What's weird?" She asked.

"Auditory hallucinations!"

"You-"

The elevator just arrived, and she stepped out of the elevator, but someone was obviously too slow to react and had already gone up to someone else's floor.