Early the next morning, out of concern among colleagues, he still sent a message to He Siman.

They simply replied with a few words, "I'm fine, thank you." ”

Wang Feng realized once again that maybe he was really thinking too much.

Huang Yan was also very busy, and occasionally sent him a message on Sunday, even if the interval between the messages was very long, Wang Feng didn't take it too seriously, taking advantage of the little sister's absence, he turned on the computer and looked at some part-time jobs.

However, there are more part-time jobs on the Internet, mainly technical, and there are relatively few people like him who are engaged in writing, and after looking at it for a while, I still haven't found a suitable one.

After a whole day's work, Wang Feng had nothing to do, and suddenly, he seemed to think of a problem, in case Huang Yan came to the house one day as a guest and saw the mess in the room next door, his impression would not be very good.

Thinking of this, Wang Feng decided that it happened to be okay today and cleaned up the room.

Most of the things in this utility room are Xu Dawei's, and some are his own, but there are not many, and there are a few old-fashioned cabinets and tables in it that belong to the landlord.

This utility room hasn't been cleaned for a long time, and when he entered, Wang Feng couldn't help but gasp, clothes, waste, books, and old household appliances were scattered messily inside.

Putting these things away in an orderly manner, wiping the ashes that should be wiped off, throwing away the throwing points, and putting the things that should be put in place also wasted a lot of his effort.

When he cleaned up the pile of things belonging to Dawei in the closet, he accidentally found a set of golden clothes at the bottom.

Wang Feng was surprised, "What is this?" ”

He had the impression that Xu Dawei did not have such clothes.

With a curious face, he took out the clothes, unfolded them, and saw that the clothes were covered with dragon and phoenix auspicious patterns, and he couldn't help but be taken aback after seeing it, is this a costume?

And it's obviously a woman's costume.

But soon he began to doubt his judgment again, and the garment was many times stronger than the costume in terms of texture and workmanship, and it exuded a charming fragrance all over its body.

Phoenix robe? Wang Feng shook his head, although this robe looks like it should cost a lot of money, but the reality still makes him feel that it should be a robe and modern clothing technology is very developed, so it is not surprising that he can make such a robe.

In order to prove that it was not Dawei's, he decided to give him a call anyway.

After talking on the phone, Wang Feng had to transfer the robe to a person.

It should be the landlord's, thinking that the landlord's aunt is also fifty or sixty years old, and there is no TV when she is young, she should also grow up listening to Peking Opera, and she may hum a few times.

But this old aunt is really right, she made a phoenix robe for herself, haha, interesting.

He didn't call the landlord, but continued to hum a little song and tidy up other things.

It took more than an hour to clean up the utility room.

Looking at the fruits of his labor, Wang Feng couldn't help but nod to himself.

……

Ye Xing'er seems to be still stuck in traffic tonight, and she hasn't gone home since eight o'clock, Wang Feng is not in a hurry this time, and he patiently watched the weekend ball game.

After a ball game, it was almost ten o'clock, and Wang Feng remembered that the little sister had not gone home yet.

Thinking of Huang Yan's situation that day, he still endured it, took out his mobile phone, and looked at the news absentmindedly.

At half past ten, Ye Xing'er was still outside.

Eleven o'clock, still the same.

Twelve. Wang Feng made a phone call, and the phone rang, but no one answered.

I hit again, but still no one answered.

Again, it's still the same.

……

Wang Feng only began to be really worried at this time, could it be that the little sister had met a bad guy again?

He decided to take a look outside the community, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw a dark shadow staggering towards him.

He didn't dodge, because by the faint street lamp, he saw that it was Ye Xing'er.

"Wow......" Ye Xing'er crashed into his arms and vomited on his clothes and pants at the same time.

At this time, Wang Feng felt a strong smell of wine coming from Ye Xing'er, and he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

This little sister actually went drinking?

Wang Feng was a little angry, but in the face of Ye Xing'er, who was already drunk, he still suppressed his anger.

"What are you doing, let go." Ye Xing'er looked at him with crimson eyes and said with a spitting wine.

At first glance, she looked like she had drunk too much, Wang Feng didn't bother with her, but was ready to help her into the house to rest.

"Let go, you dog slave, don't let go, mourn your family, get rid of your job, and copy your ......"

Wang Feng smiled bitterly, shook his head, and helped Ye Xing'er to continue walking towards the room.

"Ah......h

"Dog minion, let you go."

Wang Feng still didn't put it.

"You dog minion, you didn't hear me." Ye Xing'er's voice was very loud.

He frowned, but still didn't let go, Wang Feng knew that as soon as he let go, this little sister would definitely fall to the ground.

"I really didn't say anything to you people, the mourning family finally arrived a hundred years later, damn, I actually ran into you poor ghost, if I had known, I wouldn't have made a deal with that bullshit missionary, you know? The jewel cost the mourning family a full five thousand taels of silver, which was all deducted from the military salary. ”

Wang Feng looked at Ye Xing'er, who was drunk and unadult, muttering nonsense in his mouth, he rubbed his somewhat red and swollen arm, and continued to hold her inside.

As soon as she arrived at the door of the bedroom, Ye Xing'er let out another wow, and the filth she spit out stained Wang Feng's face a lot.

Anyway, it's all like this, it's better to get her into bed first.

Wang Feng endured the strong taste, and still held Ye Xing'er up the window like a warrior.

The little sister was completely drunk and unconscious, with filth on the corners of her mouth, and she was talking nonsense.

Glancing at Ye Xing'er who was lying on the bed, Wang Feng turned around and walked out.

Soon he brought a basin of hot water over and slowly wiped off the filth on the little sister's face and the corners of her mouth.

Ye Xing'er's skirt is also stained a lot, if she sleeps like this at night, she will definitely stain the bed.

What to do? Wang Feng was in trouble for a while.

After thinking about it, he decided to help her take off her skirt, although the little sister would never agree.

This little sister is already short-tempered, what will happen if she finds out? Will it call the police? Will it kill me? Wang Feng's hand just touched Ye Xing'er's lower abdomen for a moment, and suddenly stopped again.

Soon, a pretty good idea came out of his head.