Ren Han'an opened his eyes in a daze: "Where am I?" Oops! Why does it hurt so much in the head? He rubbed his head and stood up, puzzled to find that he had slept in the bathroom the previous night.

Trying to remember what happened yesterday has proven that sometimes not remembering is a blessing. No, he finally remembered what had happened last night, and his face turned pale.

He looked at his hand first, it was normal, there was no red; Looking in the mirror, his appearance was reflected in the mirror, and his face was clean. He stared at the mirror, trying to discover the secret of the mirror, but found nothing, but found another problem.

He rubbed vigorously somewhere on his neck, trying to rub something off, until his neck was red and some blood spots appeared on his skin, and he didn't stop.

Ren Han'an walked out of the bathroom in despair, the lights in the house were still on, and the placement of furniture in the house had not changed.

"What happened last night, was it a dream? Is it a hallucination? Still is... He saw the computer that had been cut off, and he pulled out the power cord.

Sitting on the large sofa in the living room, he took out his phone, he wanted to figure out something.

"Meng Yao, it's me." He dialed Meng Yao's phone

("Who, so early.") Meng Yao obviously hadn't woken up yet, and nine o'clock in the morning was a bit early for him who was used to nightlife. ）

"Meng Yao, I'm Ren Han'an, are you still sleeping?"

("Oh, Brother Ren," Meng Yao immediately woke up when she heard Ren Han'an's voice, "Is there anything wrong with looking for me so early?") ”）

"That's right, there's something I want to ask you."

("Say something.") ”）

Ren Han'an thought seriously for a moment and asked, "Yaoyao, did you leave anything behind when you left me yesterday?" ”

("Leave something behind?") Let me think about it," Meng Yao frowned, "I brought all my things back, I didn't pull your house, by the way, you didn't just see that note, right?" ”）

"The note that said you left me lunch?" Ren Han'an cautiously probed.

("Yes, Brother Ren, you didn't just see it today, I put it next to your pillow.") Meng Yao asked curiously. ）

"Oh, I saw that note when I woke up yesterday, thank you, Yaoyao, you cooked very good." At this time, Ren Han'an's heart swept a trace of sweetness and tenderness.

"But did you leave anything else besides that note, like something written somewhere?" He carefully induced Meng Yao, he really hoped that Meng Yao would admit that she wrote those words.

("Something else?") Meng Yao thought about it carefully and replied, "No, after I got up yesterday morning, I cleaned your room, then made lunch, left a note and left, leaving nothing else, my cosmetics and miscellaneous things are in my bag, and they didn't fall into your place." ”）

Ren Han'an was a little unwilling: "Clean the room, clean the room, by the way, have you helped me clean the bathroom?" ”

("Of course I cleaned it up for you," Meng Yao sensed that something was wrong with Ren Han'an, "Brother Ren, did something happen, did you lose something, did you doubt me?") ”）

Feeling that Meng Yao was a little unhappy, Ren Han'an was not in the mood to explain to her in detail, and continued to ask: "Yaoyao, I didn't lose anything, and I didn't suspect anything about you, I just wanted to ask if you saw anything when you cleaned the bathroom?" ”

("No, I didn't see anything, and I put the towel soap and all that went back to its place.") ”）

"Have you wiped the bathroom mirror?" Ren Han'an was a little anxious.

("Wiped, did I not wipe it clean, or did the mirror break?") Meng Yao thought that the mirror in the bathroom was broken, and felt that Ren Han'an was making a fuss. ）

"No, no, you wipe the mirror, when you wipe the mirror, you, do you, do you see?" Ren Han'an swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva before he finished speaking.

("No, I've wiped the mirror pretty clean.") Meng Yao is sure of this. ）

"Really?"

("Nope!") ”）

"And last question, what color lipstick did you use yesterday?" Ren Han'an didn't give up, he hoped that what happened last night was a joke made by Meng Yao.

("Brother Ren, what's wrong with you, why do you ask this question?") ”）

"Leave it alone, tell me what color lipstick you used yesterday?" Ren Han'an almost shouted hysterically, this was his last straw.

(Meng Yao was a little scared, she didn't understand why Ren Han'an suddenly lost her temper, and replied cautiously: "Colorless transparent lipstick, I have always used this lipstick.") ”）

"Bang dang!" Ren Han'an's mobile phone fell on the floor, and he didn't hear Meng Yao's anxious call from the mobile phone at all, and finally Meng Yao hung up the phone by herself.

He sat on the couch, his right elbow poked his right knee, his right palm propped up his forehead, and in silence, he posed as a living thinker.

Outside the window, the wind rose, the sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning flashed in the distance, and the heart was empty.

The wind was strong, and the milky curtains were raised through the curtains, swaying wantonly in the empty and lonely room; The rain fell, squeezing through the window screens and drenching the windowsills and soaking the floor.

"Boom!" Another thunderstorm woke up Ren Han'an in confusion, he looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, did not close the window, to stop the raging wind and rain, he did not have this mood, his heart was even more gloomy than the sky outside the window.

The lights in the house are still on, wasting electricity bills, who cares, they don't know what is going on; The wind was desperately tearing at the milky curtains, who cares about it, I don't know how to explain my experience last night; The rain has damaged the wooden floor, and who is worried that they don't know how long they can live.

A cigarette, a cigarette, a cigarette...

I don't know how many cigarettes I smoked, Ren Han'an was a little drunk.

Don't believe it, smoking in a row is fast, especially when the mood is heavy, it is easy to feel dizzy, anyway.

He shook his head and forced himself to sober up, whether he really touched something unclean or not, he couldn't sit still, he had to find a way to solve it.

Ren Han'an walked to the window, opened the screen, and faced the wind and rain, he wanted to save himself.

But who to solve, and how?

He went back to the coffee table, found the newspaper from the previous day, and flipped through it. Several advertisements with good feng shui came into his eyes.

Depending on the size of the ad layout and the content of the ad, he began to make calls one by one in order.

After five or six fights, he was a little discouraged, either the other party was older, his tone was very arrogant, and he didn't want to listen to him at all, but just told him that he had something to come to the company for an interview; Either the younger person who answered the phone was very disdainful when he heard his description, saying that what he said was an illusion, they were a regular company, and they could put a feng shui array at home for him, so that the family house was safe, the fortune and official fortune were prosperous, and even laughed at his ignorance.

Ren Han'an's eyes fell on the newspaper the day before yesterday, with an advertisement for Xu's Kanyu Company.