She pulled out six of the stacks of money on the coffee table and actually took the kitchen knife into her room.

Opening her laptop, she sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on the screen, but her mind was full of thoughts.

There was a strange man living in the next room, maybe he was leaning against this wall at this time, could he be such a strange man, could he be listening with his ear to the wall?

Thinking about it, she unconsciously took the computer, turned over and carefully pressed her ear against the wall.

It's a pity that it's quiet, there's no sound at all, it's so strange, he doesn't seem to have a salute, I heard that the men's computers are loaded with fast broadcasts, I don't know what disgusting films are in his computer, will there be anything yellow, and violent - the restriction level?

Hmph, man, there is no such thing as a good thing, except for the rich.

This night, Zheng Nuxia had insomnia, the kitchen knife was placed next to the pillow, and it didn't make her as stable as Mount Tai, Jiang Jiawei's appearance was always floating in her mind, and for a while he pushed open her door with a saw, and then he carried a coffin to her window.

But one night, the doors and windows were fine, and only one cat passed by the window once, and there were no demons and monsters to eat Comrade Zheng Xinwei, and there was no psychotic who suddenly rushed in to tear her clothes.

It wasn't until it was almost three o'clock that she finally fell asleep exhausted, and even before falling asleep, she couldn't help but scold herself: "Zheng Xinwei, you stupid, why do you put a neurotic to live with you so lightly?" You're dead! ”

On Wednesday, the sun rose as usual, and the alarm clock on her mobile phone set off several times, and she woke up in a daze, she opened her phone to see, first thought about it blindfolded, and then suddenly bounced up like an electric shock: "It's over, it's over!" It's going to be late! ”

Then, with amazing speed, she jumped out of bed and rushed into the living room in her pajamas.

The living room is inexplicably a little different.

She paid a little attention to it, there were two more pots of plants in the corner, I didn't recognize it, but it looked okay, there were a bun of food on the table, there were buns, porridge, and even milk, and on the sofa in the middle, Jiang Jiawei was watching TV, the sound of the TV was very small, and the small ones were basically gone.

"Is this my home?"

Jiang Jiawei turned around: "Of course it is, breakfast is ready, see if it suits your appetite?" ”

Zheng Xinwei slapped her forehead and said, "Ouch, how can I have time to take a look, if I'm late, if the manager wants to go crazy, I'll be dead this month!" ”

"Really?" He stood up, grimace.

"Oops, I'm too lazy to tell you." She rushed into the bathroom.

But the situation inside also frightened her, it was neatly as if she had never been here, the towels were neatly folded, the toothpaste was squeezed, and the toothbrush was obediently lying on the cup full of water.

Although time was pressing, she still turned back to the door, looked at Jiang Jiawei and said, "Do you have a problem with your nerves?" ”

"Nope!" Jiang Jiawei replied affirmatively.

"Oh, that's something wrong with my nerves!" She wore her hair loose and went into the bathroom again.

If the combat power of the goddess of work breaks out, it will also be very terrifying, and the person who usually procrastinates can clean himself up in ten minutes, wash, eat, and change clothes, at a god-like speed, and he is still combing his hair when he goes out.

While combing her hair, she looked back at Jiang Jiawei: "Don't you have to go out to work?" ”

"It's my job to take care of you!"

She sighed: "Good job, then keep up the good work!" After saying that, he closed the door and rushed into the elevator quickly.