Mu Ye became more and more confused about what she was talking about.

His brows furrowed, and the impatience in his tone became more and more obvious: "What nonsense? ”

"You know it in your own heart!"

Song Shihuan didn't bother to take care of him, and left directly after speaking, the door of the room slammed shut, so frightened that Zhou Chi's shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

Mu Ye: "......"

took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger that was constantly surging in his heart, and his eyes fell on the shirt that was thrown by Song Shihuan in front of him, and he didn't feel pleasing to the eye.

picked it up, raised his hand and threw it into the corner on the side, and then, without saying a word, continued to look at the documents in his hand, and his voice was cold and penetrating: "Go on!" ”

Zhou Chi: "Ahhhh......h......h Go and see, Miss Song's temper, don't ...... with her."

"Why don't you go out too?"

Zhou Chi: "...... Okay, then I'll shut up!"

Song Shihuan was on his side, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't stay for a minute in the end.

*

In the old town of Yuncheng, a taxi stopped steadily in front of Uncle Cao's private restaurant, Song Shihuan got out of the car and shouted upstairs: "Aunt Cao!" ”

Most of the houses in the old town are self-built, facing the street, and the downstairs can be rented out as a shop, or they can do some small business by themselves.

Uncle Cao's family is doing their own business, running a small business, focusing on repeat customers, and can't make a lot of money, but it is more than enough to take care of the basic life.

It was just nine o'clock when Song Shihuan took a taxi over, and Uncle Cao's family did lunch, dinner and supper business, and it would not be too early to open in the morning. But upstairs is their own house, and if there is anything, just shout.

However, the one who answered upstairs was not Aunt Cao or Uncle Cao, but their eighteen-only son, Cao Fan.

I heard that it was Song Shihuan's voice, so I didn't say much politeness: "It's early in the morning, what are you shouting?" Sincerity doesn't let people sleep well, does it? ”

Song Shihuan: "......" flattened the corners of his lips speechlessly, and unceremoniously exposed: "May I ask if you slept brother!" ”

Cao Fan is a typical night owl.

A few days ago, I heard Aunt Cao complain to her, saying that she didn't study again after she didn't get admitted to her ideal university in the college entrance examination last year, and asked him to choose a random one that looked similar to him and didn't want to go, and he didn't want to repeat it.

Now I've formed a band with a few friends and is a resident at a bar.

I don't get off work until midnight every day, and I don't go home to sleep well after work, play games all night, and sleep during the day.

At this time, I guess I haven't slept yet.

But it's just right.

Just now she was still thinking about whether coming over at this time would disturb Uncle Cao and Aunt Cao and their rest, but now that it's okay, there is no need to worry about anything.

Song Shihuan turned his head to look at the driver who went to help her carry the salute off the trunk, and immediately looked up at Cao Fan, who was lying on the windowsill and didn't come down, just looking at him, frowned slightly, and urged impatiently: "What are you doing?" Hurry up and get down! ”

"Can you come up too, the door is unlocked."

Song Shihuan was almost speechless: "Don't tease, okay!" I haven't paid the fare yet! ”

Cao Fan: "......" glanced at her impatiently, and said angrily: "I've convinced you!" No matter how poor you are, you still take a taxi! Don't know how to call me? I just came back from the city center, so how nice it would be to bring you over by the way! I don't have to spend hundreds of dollars more! ”

"Why do you talk so much!" Song Shihuan was impatient: "I can't get down, if I don't come down, I'll go!" ”