Eno Fan opened the car door, walked past the front of the car, opened the door on the co-pilot, picked up the sleeping Bingqing horizontally, took a long step, and climbed the mud-gray stone brick steps of her house for the first time.

The house rented by Bingqing is similar to a small western-style building in the Republic of China, with a total of three floors, and she rented the second and third floors.

The steps to the second floor are open-air steps, and on either side of the steps stand iron-clad balustrades, and the balustrades are covered with grass. The stars in the sky are clustered with moonlight, sprinkled in the small courtyard of the quiet small western-style building, which is particularly quiet and poetic.

However, the rest of the story is not so poetic.

Jiang Yefan hugged Bingqing and stayed in the courtyard for a moment, last time, Feiyi came down from the second floor to pick up Bingqing, it can be seen that they live on the second floor.

After reasonable reasoning, he carried her up to the second floor. What made his eyes flash a trace of vigilance was that the stainless steel inlaid iron door on the second floor was hidden, and the white light was faintly revealed in the crack of the door.

With his understanding of Feiyi, Feiyi has a meticulous personality, even if she waits for Bingqing, it is impossible for her to hide the door.

In addition, the last time he came to see Bingqing, he looked from the window of the car to the window on the second floor, Feiyi observed for a while, and only came downstairs after confirming that it was Bingqing.

So Feiyi, who has always been delicate, how could he be so careless today that he couldn't even close the door tightly.

There is only one explanation, there are people inside the door, but not non-clothes.

But apart from Feiyi, who else knows Bingqing's residence? And the key to her door?

As the doubts in his heart slowly increased, Jiang Yefan's footsteps gradually became lighter, and one mark after another landed steadily on the stone steps that were polished to glow.

He walked around the corner and glanced intently out the window.

The windows are covered with patterned curtains, and the room is bright inside and dark outside. He could just see the coffee table on the sofa inside, but when he looked out from the inside, he couldn't see it clearly.

The location he saw was the main living room.

There was a figure walking back and forth inside. The man's physique was on the fat side, because through the gauze curtain, the person's specific appearance was not clear.

From this, he was even more sure that the man was not a non-cloth.

Walk to the door, raise your strong long legs, tense your muscles and kick towards the iron door.

With a bang, the iron door slammed into the wall at a 180-degree right angle, bounced back half an arc, shook a few times, and crumbled.

In the room, the woman who had just turned around twice and sat on the sofa was startled, and stood up with a swish, covering her mouth with a fat palm full of gold and silver.

Bingqing, who was sleeping, was also obviously frightened, trembling all over, and struggled to open the upper and lower eyelids that were almost glued together, but it was only a second, and she fell asleep again.

Until Jiang Yefan gently put Bingqing on the sofa, the woman with red lips had not yet come out of the aftershock.

Eno Fan felt a little hot, he pulled his tie randomly, and after loosening the ink-colored tie, he put his hand on the shirt button around his neck, and just unbuttoned the second button......

The red-lipped woman's short-circuited nerves were connected, and she remembered what she was here for.

"Hmph...... "The woman quickly picked up the small lady picture garden fan on the coffee table. She has a habit of holding a fan in her hand no matter how cold it is, even in summer, she only uses this small round fan with a white screen.

"Liu Bingqing's rent is due, and you paid the rent to her." The aunt who collected the rent shook her fan twice, sat on the sofa with her buttocks, cocked Erlang's legs, let out a cold breath from her nose, and glanced at Jiang Yefan.

Jiang Yefan didn't make a sound, sat down opposite the rent aunt, his arms were crossed on his legs, his heroic face looked at Bingqing lying on the sofa quietly, and reached out to pick up her broken hair that fell obliquely in front of her face.